Freak

So here is the great thing about pet events : I feel like so much less of a FREAK.  When standing around with your fellow freaks, everyone experiences some semblance of normalcy. Maybe that is why I positivey loved bark in the park (see flickr for photos.) I am guessing this is how trekkies feel at their little conventions.

Other things this week left me feeling like a space alien.  I am researching an organization for my school, which is debating opening a chapter.  I’m all for it because the group focuses on the aspects of criminal justice that interest my students.  Topics include: crime scene investigation, pistol firing training, agility test, methods of metal baton use and issues in private security firms.  Considering that I loathe the sight of even sheathed handguns in court and feel queasy over blood, this stuff is hardly my gig.  But a teacher responds to the call of duty.  It looks like I  will soon be the only person in the room without giant elf ears and the ability to understand vulcan stuff.

convalescing

I finally got around to posting the photos from last weekend (New Orleans & Baton Rouge). Check out Jon’s blog for the graphic details. He was pretty banged up. Not surprisingly, being told that my sibling was in a near fatal auto accident ranks at the top of my worst experiences list – right behind Grandma cooking “Baby” the chicken for Sunday dinner.

I too have been sickly. Not from some car thing. From some bug thing. As I type this, Maddie is supervising my recovery by drinking my lemon-lime gatorade. I’ve been to the doctor twice in the last two weeks. Once before my identity was stolen and once after. Both times I’ve been told that “it’s probably viral.”

This time the doctor also recommended that I see a shrink and preemptively wrote a script for anti-anxiety meds. I really thought that he was with me on how incredibly stressful it is to miss 6 DAYS OF WORK. He’s a type-A person. He went to medical school. I probably should have taken into account the fact that he is a GP and therefore settled at the word “license.” Anyway, I was sent home with sinus stuff and nerve stuff.

The whole identity theft thing bugged me most because it is so inconvenient. I really don’t have any money to speak of, but I do place a value on my time. Having to spend hours of my life talking to Bianca and Tiffany from Capital One was the real travesty of it all. Forget that someone unlocked my five star hotel room, wrote down my life’s financial information and proceeded to pay their T-Mobile bill with it.