Instead of substitute teaching yesterday and today I have been watching the snow fall. And it has snowed a ton. This has been the biggest snow storm in Flagstaff I have seen since my first winter here. I wish I were teaching, but I have enjoyed the break. I have packed some, though I have so much more to do! Today I updated my resume and worked on my portfolio.
Tomorrow, I meet with my university professors to turn in my portfolio and get all cleared. It will be nice to be done with it all.
I really hope the snow lets up. It is supposed to stop by 6pm tonight. I am supposed to drive to Tucson on Thursday with a uhaul trailor behind my truck but if the roads are bad, I'll have to wait. I don't want to wait. I want my adventure to start!
I bit the bullet and bought my ticket last week. I'm officially going to Spain. I'm pretty sure I won't see much snow while I'm there (besides when we go to the mountain villa) so I'm glad I got to see it here.
I really should get back to my portfolio and packing. Erg. Packing. I've done it SO many times you would think I would a speedy pro by now. But this time it's different. What will I want/need in Spain? What will I want to leave in Seattle before I go? What do I want to keep in Tucson? What do I want to get rid of all together? Grr.
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This is the day... This is the story of my life after college. This is a collection of the tales from my adventures. This is a chronicle of my experiences.
Better Beautiful Than Perfect
I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is beauty in spite of perfection
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
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