The whole first part is so me. I'm so awkward.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Brittney's Birthday & my little turkeys
Brittney turned 15 last week. Such an awesome kid. Smart, cute, kind, funny... what more could you want? We had a family party Thursday, friends over for a sleepover Friday, and dinner at grandma's with extended family (grandma, Scott, Wendy, and cousins) on Saturday. She got 3 days of birthday, lucky duck.
Her big present was a phone, and she was very thrilled.
I don't know what it was, but 3 out of every 4 pictures I took that night were goofy looking. Goofier than usual. Some highlights:
Since it was supposed to snow and get really cold, I decided to pull out the garden. In November! So weird. I probably threw away easily 50 green tomatoes. I know you can ripen them, but I had to throw away ripe ones. I'm the only one that eats them, and I can't eat that many. I'm not domestic enough to bottle them or make homemade spaghetti sauce or whatever. So anyway, when I pulled the rest of the potatoes out, I pulled up this monster. Awesome!
I've been home with Josh the last 2 days. He runs a high fever at night, but during the day he just sniffles and coughs, but feels pretty good. Which means he gets bored. Which means he is driving me crazy!! Lexi, too. I get nothing done when I'm home with sick kids. I get a little thing here or there, but mostly I just get too distracted. Someone doesn't feel good, someone pees their pants, someone wants to get out the DevilDoh and I have to explain six different ways why hell no we're not playing with playdoh today, there is fighting, there is hunger, there is more fighting and more hunger, there is naughtiness and messiness and I just don't get much done. When Sean stays home, otoh, he cleans things up, rearranges the furniture, does the laundry, works on a project outside, has dinner cooking, brokers world peace... One of the teachers at work came back after I think a 7 week maternity leave, and someone said, "Oh it must have been hard coming back." She was like, "Heck no! That's a much harder job than being here. Changing diapers all day? That is a terrible job." It cracked me up because I just always think it's funny when people say what they're not supposed to. I am not great at being at home, that's for sure. I enjoy it, but it's probably good that it's limited to a couple months out of the year. For everyone's sake.
I have more crazy substitute problems than anyone I know. Probably because I'm always calling in at the last minute with a sick kid, so I just get whoever, not someone I know. This morning I got a call at 6:30 am from the lady who was supposed to be subbing for me, saying she couldn't anymore. So I had to get ahold of the secretaries and get them to resubmit the job for me and pray that someone would take it at the very last minute. Luckily it got picked up.
So anyway, Courtney and I have been wanting to make some Thanksgiving cake balls, so we decided that yesterday was the day. We had it all worked out, but nothing went quite as it was supposed to. We just kept having stupid weird problems. We spent like 5 hours on it off and on, and ended up with a less than stellar result. I don't want to see another cake ball for a long time. At least until Christmas.
This little guy was actually pretty cute in person, but in picture he looks like a deranged turkey on crack.
I'm so excited! Bon Jovi tickets go on sale tomorrow morning. Brittney reminds me twice a day about it. So excited.
Her big present was a phone, and she was very thrilled.
I don't know what it was, but 3 out of every 4 pictures I took that night were goofy looking. Goofier than usual. Some highlights:
Since it was supposed to snow and get really cold, I decided to pull out the garden. In November! So weird. I probably threw away easily 50 green tomatoes. I know you can ripen them, but I had to throw away ripe ones. I'm the only one that eats them, and I can't eat that many. I'm not domestic enough to bottle them or make homemade spaghetti sauce or whatever. So anyway, when I pulled the rest of the potatoes out, I pulled up this monster. Awesome!
I've been home with Josh the last 2 days. He runs a high fever at night, but during the day he just sniffles and coughs, but feels pretty good. Which means he gets bored. Which means he is driving me crazy!! Lexi, too. I get nothing done when I'm home with sick kids. I get a little thing here or there, but mostly I just get too distracted. Someone doesn't feel good, someone pees their pants, someone wants to get out the DevilDoh and I have to explain six different ways why hell no we're not playing with playdoh today, there is fighting, there is hunger, there is more fighting and more hunger, there is naughtiness and messiness and I just don't get much done. When Sean stays home, otoh, he cleans things up, rearranges the furniture, does the laundry, works on a project outside, has dinner cooking, brokers world peace... One of the teachers at work came back after I think a 7 week maternity leave, and someone said, "Oh it must have been hard coming back." She was like, "Heck no! That's a much harder job than being here. Changing diapers all day? That is a terrible job." It cracked me up because I just always think it's funny when people say what they're not supposed to. I am not great at being at home, that's for sure. I enjoy it, but it's probably good that it's limited to a couple months out of the year. For everyone's sake.
I have more crazy substitute problems than anyone I know. Probably because I'm always calling in at the last minute with a sick kid, so I just get whoever, not someone I know. This morning I got a call at 6:30 am from the lady who was supposed to be subbing for me, saying she couldn't anymore. So I had to get ahold of the secretaries and get them to resubmit the job for me and pray that someone would take it at the very last minute. Luckily it got picked up.
So anyway, Courtney and I have been wanting to make some Thanksgiving cake balls, so we decided that yesterday was the day. We had it all worked out, but nothing went quite as it was supposed to. We just kept having stupid weird problems. We spent like 5 hours on it off and on, and ended up with a less than stellar result. I don't want to see another cake ball for a long time. At least until Christmas.
This little guy was actually pretty cute in person, but in picture he looks like a deranged turkey on crack.
I'm so excited! Bon Jovi tickets go on sale tomorrow morning. Brittney reminds me twice a day about it. So excited.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Hunting, Hospital, Halloween, & How I'm a Dork
A few of Sean's hunting pics. Looks like a huge mess. I don't mind the mud... I just hate the cold.
Courtney started at the hospital last week, and she seems to be liking it a lot. I'm really glad that she's doing what she wants to be doing, but it worries me to have her working those 12 hour graveyard shifts at the UofU and then driving home, and then she has to go to class before she can sleep, so she has to drive home from Weber. I worry until she texts me to let me know she got where she was going safely.
It was just the little guys for pumpkin carving this year. Lexi predicted that when we cut open the pumpkins there would be candy inside. I imagine that was a disappointment.
These 2 small ones that Josh did, along with the bigger green one that I did, came out of our garden.
Josh and Lexi ready for trick-or-treating:
It rained on us pretty good, but that just made it more Halloweeny. I love the rain. I kept coming across whiners on Facebook and elsewhere cry-babying about how Utah was celebrating the holiday on Saturday instead of Sunday... Hello?! Who the freaker wants to do Halloween on a Sunday night? No one who has kids in school, a job, or is in school themselves, I'll tell you that. Halloween should be on the weekend every year.
Three more weeks-ish of my student teacher, and then I get my classes back. I'm ready to be teaching them all again. Not that I couldn't use more time to do a few projects. I'm trying to put together a whole grammar curriculum from scratch, but I haven't had nearly the free time I was hoping for with a student teacher. Oh well. That's how it goes. I have this student who just loves to try my patience, but he's one of those with enough charm that he can get away with it. Another teacher who also has him told me one day that she overheard him tell a friend, "I love Mrs. Chamberlain. She's like my mom." ROFL I guess I'll let him live, for now. He's a turkey, and I feel for his mom.
I wish I could learn to not be a dork. I had two different encounters with my principal where I was just shaking my head afterward, like, "Really, Shannon? Could you ever just say what you want to say and not have it come out all wrong?" Hopefully I'm overanalyzing it and he didn't notice, but ugh.
I really have to start getting more sleep, and it's all my girls' fault. They are such a bad influence on me. A week or so ago Courtney decided she wanted ice cream at 10:00 at night, so she talked me into going on a Smith's run with her... I come home at 10:45 and make a banana split, and then I'm like... Well holy hell I have to work tomorrow! What am I doing? Last night they made me stay up until 12:30 watching stuff on YouTube. I need to learn not to give in to peer pressure. I guess I'll have plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead... right now I like to hang with my kids.
I have eaten so much crap. I don't even know. It's a sickness. Brittney and I went to Wal-Mart tonight and I swear there is a tractor beam around the donuts that just draws me in, and I am too weak to break out of it on my own. My kids have instructions to say, "Keep moving, mom," when I get sucked in, but tonight Brittney just egged me on. So I came home with donuts. Apparently there was a fight at the front of the store just before we got there, but by the time we got up there they'd taken it outside. I miss all the good stuff.
This week is Brittney's birthday. I need to go shopping for her this week, got to vote, get a flu shot, go out to Salt Lake with Courtney. Brittney is having a sleepover Friday night. That's about it.
Courtney started at the hospital last week, and she seems to be liking it a lot. I'm really glad that she's doing what she wants to be doing, but it worries me to have her working those 12 hour graveyard shifts at the UofU and then driving home, and then she has to go to class before she can sleep, so she has to drive home from Weber. I worry until she texts me to let me know she got where she was going safely.
It was just the little guys for pumpkin carving this year. Lexi predicted that when we cut open the pumpkins there would be candy inside. I imagine that was a disappointment.
These 2 small ones that Josh did, along with the bigger green one that I did, came out of our garden.
Josh and Lexi ready for trick-or-treating:
It rained on us pretty good, but that just made it more Halloweeny. I love the rain. I kept coming across whiners on Facebook and elsewhere cry-babying about how Utah was celebrating the holiday on Saturday instead of Sunday... Hello?! Who the freaker wants to do Halloween on a Sunday night? No one who has kids in school, a job, or is in school themselves, I'll tell you that. Halloween should be on the weekend every year.
Three more weeks-ish of my student teacher, and then I get my classes back. I'm ready to be teaching them all again. Not that I couldn't use more time to do a few projects. I'm trying to put together a whole grammar curriculum from scratch, but I haven't had nearly the free time I was hoping for with a student teacher. Oh well. That's how it goes. I have this student who just loves to try my patience, but he's one of those with enough charm that he can get away with it. Another teacher who also has him told me one day that she overheard him tell a friend, "I love Mrs. Chamberlain. She's like my mom." ROFL I guess I'll let him live, for now. He's a turkey, and I feel for his mom.
I wish I could learn to not be a dork. I had two different encounters with my principal where I was just shaking my head afterward, like, "Really, Shannon? Could you ever just say what you want to say and not have it come out all wrong?" Hopefully I'm overanalyzing it and he didn't notice, but ugh.
I really have to start getting more sleep, and it's all my girls' fault. They are such a bad influence on me. A week or so ago Courtney decided she wanted ice cream at 10:00 at night, so she talked me into going on a Smith's run with her... I come home at 10:45 and make a banana split, and then I'm like... Well holy hell I have to work tomorrow! What am I doing? Last night they made me stay up until 12:30 watching stuff on YouTube. I need to learn not to give in to peer pressure. I guess I'll have plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead... right now I like to hang with my kids.
I have eaten so much crap. I don't even know. It's a sickness. Brittney and I went to Wal-Mart tonight and I swear there is a tractor beam around the donuts that just draws me in, and I am too weak to break out of it on my own. My kids have instructions to say, "Keep moving, mom," when I get sucked in, but tonight Brittney just egged me on. So I came home with donuts. Apparently there was a fight at the front of the store just before we got there, but by the time we got up there they'd taken it outside. I miss all the good stuff.
This week is Brittney's birthday. I need to go shopping for her this week, got to vote, get a flu shot, go out to Salt Lake with Courtney. Brittney is having a sleepover Friday night. That's about it.
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