Good weekend, leads into intense week

This past weekend was so nice. Having a three day weekend. I graded a lot. I prepped for my classes. And I even wrote 8 pages of a new story that takes place in Hopland and plays with the theme of a gossipy small community. They gossip about a Russian immigrant that comes to town by accident- as hitchhiking north to escape her family...and she befriends, possibly falls in love, with a local native american boy. As the reader watches scenes develop between the two in the private of the russian's home there is a constant switch to scenes that take place in the Hopland Bar and the reader experiences the community's gossips, ideas about the "russian and pomo boy." I've grown to like my characters and hope an ending comes soon. I want to visit Hopland Brewery, sit listen to the people, and have an ending come to me. I'm tempted to ditch school on a weekday and drive just to sit in the bar and then come home.

The best part of last weekend was that I felt relaxed and ready for the week.

But oh boy. What a week I had waiting for me. On Tuesday was the second workshop of my class. They started to workshop their own stories. It has been good, but they have been really nervous about it since this is the first time they are sharing. One of the authors whose story was workshopped left in the middle three different times to go throw-up (I think anxiety induced). So after making one of my students barf....

I went to sophias to play the regular trivia night and we were not so hot last night. Our name rocked though (part of the fun is thinking up of a name that usually combines current events with sexually implicit things.) The name I thought of was...
"Get me a turkey baster...I want some Octuplets." Sigh. We didn't win best name though. Of course the majority of them were about Lance's bike getting stolen. Something along the terms of...who has one ball to steal Lance's bike.
I thought ours was good.

I also went to the dentist to find out about filling my front tooth that was chipped while in costa rica. The dentist said it didn't chip enough to hit the nerve and it sanded itself quite nicely so there is no worry about it constantly slicing my tongue. At this point he would fill it for cosmetic purposes which insurance would not cover. After being reassured it wouldnt chip more over time, I opted out. He said good choice at least you have a good story to tell with the chip. I smiled and thought boy costa rica. There are tons of stories to tell. Then I embraced my chipped tooth and decided it gives me character. Plus, I can stick a piece of hay between my front teeth and embrace my country side. And my front tooth can act like a canine. It's got edge.

Tonight I make my homemade lasagna (my signature dish), drink two beers and hope tomorrow is better.

While making Lasagna I had the idea to open a Lasagna shop. I'll call it "Strictly Lasagna." I will make all kinds of Lasagna- cheese, veggie, meat, dessert. I let my imagination run wild...I'm sure it won't find a place in my real life, but it will show up in a story at some point.