Something I would like to know: Why does anyone care about anyone else's religion? Who cares what anyone else believes? I don't understand why some loser would spend millions of dollars making a movie portraying Islam and the prophet Mohammad in a negative light. I don't understand why anyone would want to stand out front of the Brigham City temple or the LDS Conference center in Salt Lake handing out fliers telling people why their religion is wrong. I don't understand why anyone would picket the funerals of soldiers and gay people. Why not spend your time in Christlike endevours? I mean, if someone wants to educate someone else about their religion, fine, if the person is interested in having the discussion. But the insane need some people have to tell everyone else why their religion (or lack thereof) is wrong is beyond me.
Something else I would like to know: How come every. single. time. our new assistant pricipal comes walking by, I'm doing something I'm not supposed to be? Gah! Nothing scandalous or anything, but walking down the daycare to give insulin, leaving a classroom full of kids to their own devices for a few minutes. Or taking a phone call out in the hall.
Another thing I would like to know: Mitt Romney went to Hong Kong for a fundraiser Thursday. How? Wha? Why is anyone OK with this? Apparently I wasn't paying close attention, because I didn't realize that he had already held fundraisers in Jerusalem and London this summer. I knew he was over there pissing people off, but I didn't know for what purpose. Is this something common for candidates to do, and I just never noticed before? I mean, I realize that there are U.S. citizens in those countries, but it's ridiculous to me for a presidential candidate to be having fundraisers IN OTHER COUNTRIES!!! Am I the only one?? I was curious if this is common, so I did a quick search and found out that President Obama's campaign has sent people to Europe for fundraisers. Again, I realize they are raising money from American citizens abroad, but it still just seems wrong!
I went to an advanced pump class last Monday afternoon. I feel like I need to be back in the basic pump class. Well, not really, I mean I know how to use the thing. It's just I don't have need of the advanced functions at this point. I hate classes like that, because you get all of those people who are all, "So, my daughter wakes up high, and then she eats breakfast and two hours later she's low, but if we dose her she's high by lunch, and then last week when we were in Disneyland she was high at 2, 5, and 7, so we dosed her every 3 hours at night...." and on and on and I'm contemplating whether I should take my pen and stab myself in the face so I have an excuse to leave, or stab her in the face for being a pain in my butt.
Parent-teacher conferences tomorrow. Blech. I don't have any papers to grade, so I will have some time to plan and maybe read in between parents. Or maybe just sit and goof with the teachers that sit by me. I need to read Ender's Game but don't really want to. I just finished A Countess Below Stairs and A Great and Terrible Beauty. Liked them both. Perfect for silent reading books for my students, but much more likely to appeal to the female contingent. Need something for the boys.
We went up to East Canyon camping this weekend. It was really pretty with all of the fall leaves, and the weather was nice. We went for a hike and did some fishing and lots of relaxing. Courtney and Brittney had to work all weekend, as usual, so they stayed behind.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Miscellany
My new crop of sophomores are so cute! I love them so far. I heard some rumors from the junior high that this was a rowdy, disruptive bunch. I don't know if they've just grown up since junior high or if junior high is just so hellish that it makes kids into demons, but they are great kids. Of course, it's only the second week. They could all turn on me like a pack of honey badgers still.
We've never had a garden as good as this one. I've had to throw away so much produce, and it just feels so sinful to throw away food when people go without. I always tell myself that I'm going to use it all up, and then a week or two goes by and it's bad. I'm too lazy to can/bottle it or cook mountains of baked goods containing zucchini. I've thrown away at least a dozen giant zucchini, tons of bell peppers, a little corn that went bad before we got to it, tons of cucumbers, quite a few roma tomatoes, red peppers, anaheims, and I think that's it. We've done well at eating the asian pears, carrots, potatoes, onions, beets (gag), and most of the corn.
I started reading The Book Thief the other day. I was really excited to read it because the reviews are all good and the critics are all "life changing!" and I'm 10 pages in and thinking I must be a dimwit because I don't get it at all. Maybe my tastes in books are the literary equivalent of Spam, and this book is just too sophisticated for me. I don't know. All I do know is that, so far, I don't really care about Death and find him rather confusing and pretensious, and I don't really know what the deal is with the book thief and it feels like torture to have to read far enough in to find out. It feels like the author is trying too hard to be poetic or unique or something I don't have a word for, and it's just annoying to me. I flipped through to see if it got any better, and it looks like more of the same. Going back to the library.
I would like to go camping, if Sean could ever get a weekend off. Or half of a weekend off. A Friday night off and a Saturday night shift? The weather is perfect.
Josh has been on this big science kick for a while now. I think it's so cute, but I hate the messes he makes. He was cleaning pennies with salt and vinegar, and he must have touched the top of my salt shaker to the vinegar, so now it's growing green salt crystals. Doh. The top of it where the salt comes out is copper, so it must have reacted like the pennies do. Time for a new salt shaker.
Josh's other big kick is catching bugs. He's always catching grasshoppers and whatever else he can find. Yesterday he was googling what to feed them so that he can try to keep one alive for a change. Gross. They are out there trying to feed the latest one a carrot.
Josh and Lexi wanted to go to garage sales this morning, so we set out to find some treasures. We spent $20 and we bought: a bread machine, a tablecloth for camping, about 10 books, 6 or 7 Playstation games, an assortment of pots for plants, a batting helmet, a roller skating baby doll (Baby Skates!!), The Office Season 2 on DVD, a Jazz jersey for Josh, 6 assorted shirts/pants for Lexi, 2 pairs of sandals for Lexi, a pair of boots for Lexi, a few skirts and a sundress, a Planet Earth puzzle (unopened), a book that folds into a little stage with different stage sets and Disney Princess paper dolls, a Littlest Pet Shop big toy, a kids art project, a lip gloss & 2 headbands (new, of course), and a pot of fake gerbera daisies for my classroom.
We've never had a garden as good as this one. I've had to throw away so much produce, and it just feels so sinful to throw away food when people go without. I always tell myself that I'm going to use it all up, and then a week or two goes by and it's bad. I'm too lazy to can/bottle it or cook mountains of baked goods containing zucchini. I've thrown away at least a dozen giant zucchini, tons of bell peppers, a little corn that went bad before we got to it, tons of cucumbers, quite a few roma tomatoes, red peppers, anaheims, and I think that's it. We've done well at eating the asian pears, carrots, potatoes, onions, beets (gag), and most of the corn.
I started reading The Book Thief the other day. I was really excited to read it because the reviews are all good and the critics are all "life changing!" and I'm 10 pages in and thinking I must be a dimwit because I don't get it at all. Maybe my tastes in books are the literary equivalent of Spam, and this book is just too sophisticated for me. I don't know. All I do know is that, so far, I don't really care about Death and find him rather confusing and pretensious, and I don't really know what the deal is with the book thief and it feels like torture to have to read far enough in to find out. It feels like the author is trying too hard to be poetic or unique or something I don't have a word for, and it's just annoying to me. I flipped through to see if it got any better, and it looks like more of the same. Going back to the library.
I would like to go camping, if Sean could ever get a weekend off. Or half of a weekend off. A Friday night off and a Saturday night shift? The weather is perfect.
Josh has been on this big science kick for a while now. I think it's so cute, but I hate the messes he makes. He was cleaning pennies with salt and vinegar, and he must have touched the top of my salt shaker to the vinegar, so now it's growing green salt crystals. Doh. The top of it where the salt comes out is copper, so it must have reacted like the pennies do. Time for a new salt shaker.
Josh's other big kick is catching bugs. He's always catching grasshoppers and whatever else he can find. Yesterday he was googling what to feed them so that he can try to keep one alive for a change. Gross. They are out there trying to feed the latest one a carrot.
Josh and Lexi wanted to go to garage sales this morning, so we set out to find some treasures. We spent $20 and we bought: a bread machine, a tablecloth for camping, about 10 books, 6 or 7 Playstation games, an assortment of pots for plants, a batting helmet, a roller skating baby doll (Baby Skates!!), The Office Season 2 on DVD, a Jazz jersey for Josh, 6 assorted shirts/pants for Lexi, 2 pairs of sandals for Lexi, a pair of boots for Lexi, a few skirts and a sundress, a Planet Earth puzzle (unopened), a book that folds into a little stage with different stage sets and Disney Princess paper dolls, a Littlest Pet Shop big toy, a kids art project, a lip gloss & 2 headbands (new, of course), and a pot of fake gerbera daisies for my classroom.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Less Barf and More Pepsi, Please
Well, that was short-lived. Glad I got to enjoy things going my way for a few hours.
Lexi's blood sugar is out of control high, and I can't seem to keep it under control. We made some small adjustments to her pump settings, but I don't know if that would be enough to do it. I figured her site was bad, so I changed it out, she was way low this morning, then now she's high again. She's got moderate ketones that I'm trying to clear, and I'm really nervous that if I don't get a handle on it we're going to end up in the hospital. Blah. She got so sick from it last night, throwing up all over the place in the middle of the night. Love those 2am scrubbing the carpet nights. Then the diarrhea. I didn't get to bed until 3am, and then I just slept on the couch.
My house is a giant mess.
We're out of food.
Sean has/is working the entire weekend. Friday night, all day Saturday, all day Sunday. And every free moment he has been/is spending on car repairs and home repairs and I'm annoyed.
I'm out of Diet Pepsi. Brittney is going to get me a drink so I can pull myself together and clean my house and make a shopping list. I'm not so much addicted to Pepsi in the physical way... I don't have a headache or anything like that. It's just more of a comfort thing or something. It tastes good and I just like my Pepsi, dammit. Someone bring me a Pepsi!!! Brittney get out of the shower and do my bidding!!!
Heather, this is my outdoor kitchen. The 2 burner stove pulls out on the bottom left. The door pulls up and you can stand under it, which is nice when it's raining or sunny, both of which we've had while using it.
Lexi's blood sugar is out of control high, and I can't seem to keep it under control. We made some small adjustments to her pump settings, but I don't know if that would be enough to do it. I figured her site was bad, so I changed it out, she was way low this morning, then now she's high again. She's got moderate ketones that I'm trying to clear, and I'm really nervous that if I don't get a handle on it we're going to end up in the hospital. Blah. She got so sick from it last night, throwing up all over the place in the middle of the night. Love those 2am scrubbing the carpet nights. Then the diarrhea. I didn't get to bed until 3am, and then I just slept on the couch.
My house is a giant mess.
We're out of food.
Sean has/is working the entire weekend. Friday night, all day Saturday, all day Sunday. And every free moment he has been/is spending on car repairs and home repairs and I'm annoyed.
I'm out of Diet Pepsi. Brittney is going to get me a drink so I can pull myself together and clean my house and make a shopping list. I'm not so much addicted to Pepsi in the physical way... I don't have a headache or anything like that. It's just more of a comfort thing or something. It tastes good and I just like my Pepsi, dammit. Someone bring me a Pepsi!!! Brittney get out of the shower and do my bidding!!!
Heather, this is my outdoor kitchen. The 2 burner stove pulls out on the bottom left. The door pulls up and you can stand under it, which is nice when it's raining or sunny, both of which we've had while using it.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Everything's Coming Up Shannon
Today is my day. My fortune cookie at dinner said, "Everyone agrees that you are the best." Work went fine. I didn't have any cavities at the dentist. Josh and Lexi are being really nice and polite and helpful towards each other. It's frighteningly abnormal, but awesome. I wish I could go buy a lottery ticket because I know I couldn't lose.
Back to work... blah blah blah... what am I supposed to write about? Hmmmm.... Lots on my mind, but I'm too impatient to write any of it down. I'm trying some new things in the classroom this year, looking for some new reads for my students, frustrated with trying to figure out what's important and what's not. That seems to be a common thing with me I'm noticing. Love having a job where you get to start fresh every year and try new things, though.
Last weekend we went camping up at Bear Lake. It was super. It rained on us Friday night and part of Saturday, but we just sat inside our awesome new trailer. Normally that would be considered bragging to say that, and I would find me annoying, but since usually I go around calling it our stupid gigantic trailer I figure I should say something nice about it once in a while. We were sitting under the awning relaxing, and Sean said, "Ahhhh, now this is what I call camping." I was like... um... technically, seeing as how I watched Live With Kelly on TV this morning, I don't think this can be called camping. I think it's more like Outdoor Living. We were adamant when we were shopping for a trailer about getting the outdoor kitchen feature. It's just something we knew we would use. And sure enough, we haven't cooked inside once, except when we had to microwave our hot dogs because it was raining outside. See? Not camping. Anyway, we haven't cooked once on the stove inside. It's so nice not to get the smells and grease from cooking bacon and eggs inside. But it gets awkward, because everyone passing by on their way to the bathroom or wherever comments about how much they like that kitchen and they come over to check it out. I just pretend I don't notice and keep reading my book while Sean talks to them because it embarasses me.
If I could go anywhere this week, I'd go to Charlotte and the DNC. I wish I could have heard Mrs. Obama and President Clinton speak live. I wish I could see the President speak live tonight. For me, political speeches are like church is for other people. Going to the state convention is like going to General Conference is for some LDS people. It energizes me and touches me and makes me feel all patriotically warm and fuzzy and inspires me to want to do better and be better and make a difference in the world. President Obama's "Yes We Can" speech made me teary-eyed in 2008. Cheesy? Why yes. But that's me.
I have my Obama-Biden yard sign in my yard, and Josh told me tonight with a little concern in his voice that several of the neighbor kids that have come over have made derisive comments about it. He said that they say, "Oh, you shouldn't vote for Obama. I hope the other guy wins," and that he just kinda says, "Well, I don't know, my mom likes Obama." I told him that they don't know anything about it except what their parents say, and to just tell them, "No, we like Obama," and leave it at that. Josh said, "Next time, I'm going to ask them, 'What do YOU know about Obama? Nothing.'" That's right. You tell em Josh.
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Back to work... blah blah blah... what am I supposed to write about? Hmmmm.... Lots on my mind, but I'm too impatient to write any of it down. I'm trying some new things in the classroom this year, looking for some new reads for my students, frustrated with trying to figure out what's important and what's not. That seems to be a common thing with me I'm noticing. Love having a job where you get to start fresh every year and try new things, though.
Last weekend we went camping up at Bear Lake. It was super. It rained on us Friday night and part of Saturday, but we just sat inside our awesome new trailer. Normally that would be considered bragging to say that, and I would find me annoying, but since usually I go around calling it our stupid gigantic trailer I figure I should say something nice about it once in a while. We were sitting under the awning relaxing, and Sean said, "Ahhhh, now this is what I call camping." I was like... um... technically, seeing as how I watched Live With Kelly on TV this morning, I don't think this can be called camping. I think it's more like Outdoor Living. We were adamant when we were shopping for a trailer about getting the outdoor kitchen feature. It's just something we knew we would use. And sure enough, we haven't cooked inside once, except when we had to microwave our hot dogs because it was raining outside. See? Not camping. Anyway, we haven't cooked once on the stove inside. It's so nice not to get the smells and grease from cooking bacon and eggs inside. But it gets awkward, because everyone passing by on their way to the bathroom or wherever comments about how much they like that kitchen and they come over to check it out. I just pretend I don't notice and keep reading my book while Sean talks to them because it embarasses me.
If I could go anywhere this week, I'd go to Charlotte and the DNC. I wish I could have heard Mrs. Obama and President Clinton speak live. I wish I could see the President speak live tonight. For me, political speeches are like church is for other people. Going to the state convention is like going to General Conference is for some LDS people. It energizes me and touches me and makes me feel all patriotically warm and fuzzy and inspires me to want to do better and be better and make a difference in the world. President Obama's "Yes We Can" speech made me teary-eyed in 2008. Cheesy? Why yes. But that's me.
I have my Obama-Biden yard sign in my yard, and Josh told me tonight with a little concern in his voice that several of the neighbor kids that have come over have made derisive comments about it. He said that they say, "Oh, you shouldn't vote for Obama. I hope the other guy wins," and that he just kinda says, "Well, I don't know, my mom likes Obama." I told him that they don't know anything about it except what their parents say, and to just tell them, "No, we like Obama," and leave it at that. Josh said, "Next time, I'm going to ask them, 'What do YOU know about Obama? Nothing.'" That's right. You tell em Josh.
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