October's House of Blues

Okay, okay, so I don't keep up like a should. I am angry at myself for this because writing is such a catharsis for me.

Anywho, these are some of the non-stop notions plaguing my brain:

I love Blue October! Their new CD, Foiled, receives continuous play in my ole Honda Accord. (Man I have such a geeky car.) My favorite track being "Into the Ocean." Something about the chords gives it an Asian sound and I just love it. My husband, not so much a fan, says I like it because it has a very 80's feel. I replied, "So do you. Does that mean I get a new husband?"

Then to my glee, Blue October was interviewed in studio by Kidd Kraddick in the morning last week. I unfortunately did the "grown-up thing" and went to work instead of heading out there to see them. Regret still rests on my heart, especially since they won't be performing in Dallas any time soon. The interview was perfect and they even played my fave live on air:)!

On to another adoration of mine: House on Fox. Is it just me or does playing a cynical ass make Hugh Laurie super hot?! The show may be formulaic, but the dialogue never gets old. Not to mention the fabulous characters and their emotional interactions. I even wanted to write a research paper with this thesis:

The literary elements of characterization and dialogue are the key to the success of television drama; for example they are the driving force behind Fox's hit show House.

Naturally my prof did not find this a suitable topic for a graduate research paper. C'mon it would at least be more entertaining that dissecting the symbolism of a short story. I would know, I'm an English teacher!

With those two passions set aside, I have to comment on my station in life. This year I have realized why teaching means so much to me. The students make each day of my life mean something. This year they stop by to see me or "give me a shout out" when there are school functions. Their smiles and desire to succeed motivate me every morning and it truly touches my heart that I'm making some kind of impact in their lives. Even my challenging pupils that want me to care, but don't want me to know that they want me to care are worth getting out of bed for every school day. I find myself willing to stay later or help more because these kids want it and appreciate my effort.

As if this post couldn't get any more obnoxiously positive, my husband and I bought a house! Now all I need to do is pay someone to move for me. I loathe packing! The unpacking doesn't bother me and I'm not even irked by the transporting of the boxes and furniture. For some bizarre reason packing makes my skin crawl, kind of like doing the dishes.

For now I will say "adieu" and prepare for tonight's high school football game. Gotta love that Texan football pride!