Category: Misc - A Lesson in Patience




So - guily pleasure alert: I love those jailhouse-documentary-ish shows. You know the ones I mean? There's Lockup on MSNBC, Beyond Scared Straight on A&E and Jail on Spike. Tonight we found another one - Cellblock 6: Female Lock Up on TLC.

The people in these shows are just fascinating to me, especially the women. How does one find oneself in jail? I mean, yeah, hitting your spouse or selling drugs or stealing something - but what leads up to that? There was a moment when each of these people crossed the line into criminal behavior. How does that happen?

This girl on tv now - she was arrested for passing bad checks, possession of marijuana and theft. She has "Kevin" tattooed under her right eye. Under her eye! She's 25 and has a 6 year old son. I just don't understand it. How??

Their stories are all similar and sad. Some talk about how much they hate jail/prison and how they're going to do whatever it takes to never go back in. Others worry that they've been incarcerated too long and will never be able to function once they are released. I can't help but wonder about those seconds right before the line was crossed - do they ever think about that moment?

- Antiope

They came back! :D

[Note: I did take a photo so you all could share in the glory of my talocrural joints, however a certain husband lost my card reader, so I cannot upload any photos until further notice. Not happy about this.]

- Antiope

Can't wait for you to come home, Theseus. I miss you so much. :(

- Antiope

These are not good enough for their own posts, so I'm lumping them together. Enjoy this mish-mash!

Subtitle: I haven't blogged in a week and clearly I have forgotten how to be interesting*

A nice woman at Panera gave me a free oatmeal raisin cookie.

It was cold outside.

I ate a piece of pizza that tasted like soap and then threw up later that night.

My niece threw a stuffed Big Bird at me (actually I think she was just throwing it and I just got in the way).

I went into two stores and didn't buy anything for myself.

My mother's Christmas present arrived in the mail (freakin finally).

I ran into my former roommate at a bar and he tried to buy me a drink and when I explained I wasn't drinking, he bought me a cranberry juice and told me it was good for the baby.

T and I successfully completed Operation Buy JTD a Present.

I received approx 15 hugs.

I didn't hit a deer.

*This post is terrible. I'll try harder tomorrow.

- Antiope

Here was my list for today (Tuesday):

- wash all my vacation laundry CHECK
- dishes CHECK
- sweep out my bathroom
- wrap presents, hide (from cats) in spare bedroom closet
- finalize Christmas shopping HALF-CHECK
- get a package off to Theseus CHECK
- homework CHECK

Ok, so 4.5 out of 7 isn't bad (it's kind of bad). At least I did stuff.
Seriously. I'll be back tomorrow. I have a post started, about school, a mouse, my new unit, autumn, and of course, the baby.

To hold you over until then, here's a glimpse into my mornings:

- Antiope

July 25. 5:45 p.m. 87 degrees. Light wind from the west.
I met a resident of my back yard today - a brownish greyish furry thing. It hid under my porch and I poked it with a spoon. It was an exciting afternoon.

Let me back up.