Stanford . . .or Lessons we learned on the 24th floor

Blogging here from that great big Mecca of intelligence and weirdness aka Stanford University. Mr. ATL and I are presently at a conference. Well I am, he's just hanging out. I am having a good time with my teacher friends. We had an interesting discussion about blackness and how we feel our population is not represented in the media and what to do about it. I was happy to hear educatated people of color discuss the same issues as I do in the same fashion. I'm not sure how I mean that. I guess I am inundated at school with ignorance, on all sides. It was refreshing to be with people I work with,albeit not directly, and agree. I am getting some hope back.
Speaking of hope. Mr ATL came home, we had a wonderful drive up here with very hopeful meaningful conversations. All I can say is both my mother and The Politica were right. I can move on. Everything is still the same despite my near fatal screw up. That is the lesson I learned on the 24th floor. And yes, Politica, the view was worth learning that.

The Kid Here

SO, seeing that the title of the post below is "grammatically incorrect" as The Mom says, I have to let the people of the bloggerworld know that I, The Kid wrote that. She's all in MommyLand right now with the Best baby of LIFE also known as the Little Man. He said Hi You back to her! Along with his first bath in the tub! He flirted with other baby girls in the unknown baby language. The life is happy over here in the Tropics.

The Best Day OF LIFE!

3:39

For the past four nights I have gotten up at 3:39 exactly. Not in a panic but more in like a "oh hey i guess I'm awake now: way. Today I think it because I have few scary things on the horizon. I have to go to the dentist, which I hate and I'm going to San Francisco. For those of you who know me (which I admit is most of you), you know that the City brings up some sad memories for me. I just started getting nervous. I can't help it. I want very much to go to a place that I miss, but it's kinda scary. I'm afraid to get caught up in feelings and sadness and the memories. I mean, why should I feel bad that someone didn't want me, and that I didn't want them. I suppose the Sailordude is mature enough to let me be and let me get my much anticipated breakfast pizza from Rose's. Why am I still so scared? I can't wait for people to give me permission to be happy? And why god why should I accept it?

That's OK, it's just my life. . .

Nothing is ever easy. Here I am a very long time after running errands. I should have been home along time ago. As usual things take forever, i get lost, things are misunderstood, and the world is lost. Today was the computer, yesterday the ticket, tomorrow I have to go on a plane so I can't imagine what's going to happen.
In other news, there was an earthquake today! Fun! My friend Melissa thought she was drunk. HA!
Anyway, I am going to SF tomorrow to see The Politica, then back home to babysit the best baby in the world, and then drive back to Sf with Mr. ATL who finally comes home on SATURDAY. Whoo. Hoo.
It's a miracle I have stayed alive without him. Thank goodness for the girls.

OVER IT

Summer school is finally over. Hooray. I am still at school though since my trusty Mac has decided to stop working. I came in to put my final grades in and the silly computer won't let me. damn damn damn. Whatever happened to paper? I liked paper grades. Anyway, that's all. Mr. ATL is still gone and I am trying not to starve without him. Lady Miss Taurus is getting married this weekend and everyone is having babies. I am having cramps and panic attacks induced by debt.

The things we lost in the classroom

sanity
money
ipods
hope
charity
perspective
love