Well, now it's 10. Time management skills need work.

Hello, Jenny?  Are you there?  Where are your blogs?

I just went to sit down and text out a blog when suddenly I realized- hey!  I have internet!  So now I'm at my laptop, typing on a keyboard.  Ooh, it's so much faster this way.  And hold on-

Now I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop... on my lap!

So I got set up with internet this weekend because I was finally within the contract window and could change the service I had set up a year ago at the house.  To get this set up involved... aggravation, but finally I talked to a very helpful girl named Katrina at AT&T's tech support and she walked me through.  The only thing that's annoying is that the only phone jack that worked was one in my bedroom, so the signal is a little lame in the living room, but it doesn't seem to affect Netflix on the Wii, which I just set up by my damn self.  Even in here, sitting right next to my modem (look at me using tech language), I don't have a full signal.  We may have to have another conversation with AT&T in which they will invite me to upgrade.

But JENNYWAY, I have internet!  And it's mine, not stolen!  I am completely legitimate at this point, which means I may have to go vandalize a church or something.

Friday is the presentation/graduation for the apprentice class.  I'm already frazzled.  I can't stay on here too long because I have to rewrite my flash cards after Tracy heard my presentation.  She's my best editor- I was saying that I should have let her see it earlier, but I actually only had that version since Thursday.  I have already edited this a LOT.  But now it feels cohesive and I just have to get those cards so I can practice while walking Riley.  I can't have anything to hold during the presentation, just the clicker for my PowerPoint, so there's nothing to hide behind or read from.  I can't wait for this to be over, but I know that these next four days are going to FLY by.

I wrote out a week long calendar, not of what needed to be done, but what I got done each day.  It feels better that way.  I have a to do list going as well, because I go to San Diego the day after the presentation.  I got a lot done today, including uploading an ungodly amount of CDs to iTunes.  I have no idea what I'm going to want to listen to, so I'm trying to get as many as possible.  I'm realizing that I have way more CDs than I actually listen to.  I also listen to a lot of mix CDs from friends and family, very few of which are recognized by iTunes, which means research and a lot of typing.  Those will likely wait.

I do want to tell you- before I forget- about this great documentary I watched the other night.  It's called The Other F Word, and it's about all these guys in punk bands who became dads and how it changed their lives.  I was expecting a mild, cute movie about guys being dads, but these are punk icons- guys who lived in total chaos or with extreme ideals- and so the movie runs so much deeper as they explain how fatherhood didn't just change their world, it changed how they saw the world.  It was so interesting to hear them try to reconcile their past life and their beliefs with their current life and finding themselves in an odd place.  Most of the dads interviewed are still in bands, still touring and struggling to find balance, but one exception was Ron Reyes, a former singer for Black Flag.  According to Flea, Black Flag shows in those days regularly had people leaving by ambulance, and Ron Reyes was revered by all the other interviewees for the feelings his voice conveyed and his extremism onstage: he WAS punk.  But Ron Reyes quit the band suddenly in 1980, moved to Canada, and started a family.  During part of his interview, he said he's got a house full of teenagers, and none of them have left.  That made him proud, as all his punk peers were runaways.  That was a running theme throughout this documentary, and it's one worth revisiting: People trying to be better parents than theirs were.  Art Alexakis from Everclear said that people watch him as a dad and say, "I wish you had been my dad."  Art says he wishes he could have had a dad like himself, too.