Time is flying by! September is all but gone, and I know October will go fast as well.
October is deer hunting season, so I declared this year that we were having the First Ever Official Annual Girls' Weekend while they went hunting. We decided we were going to Las Vegas to see Criss Angel. We were going to have major amounts of fun. That was wishful thinking, unfortunately. With Courtney's school schedule and work schedule it would be difficult. And we'd have to find a babysitter for Lexi, and I have no money. All around, it's not looking good. So we're trying to think of something else.
Sean is a crazy person. He was working on the trailer tonight and hit his head on a sharp corner. So he comes in the house with blood running down his face, which I cannot deal with. Courtney looked at it for him, and it was a good gash, but it stopped bleeding enough to get by. So he said, "I'll just put a hat on and it will be fine." I was like... "Um...???" and he said, "I gotta get this project done," and went back out to work. Alrighty then. It was still bleeding a few hours later, but not gushing, so I guess he figures he's fine as long as he doesn't pass out or hit into walls or anything. That's just how he is, though. One time he was fixing something in my old Mazda and sliced his hand up good on a piece of jagged metal. He came and told me he needed me to drive him for stitches, but first he wrapped a rag around it and finished fixing the part he'd been working on.
Work is... huh. Can't go there tonight. There are just a lot of balls to keep in the air all the time, but such is life. Nuff said.
I just finished reading The New York Mormon Regional Singles Halloween Dance and enjoyed it. It was kind of fascinating to me because I can't really relate to a lot of her feelings and views on things.
September goal confessions:
I'm not sure if I lost 2 lbs... depends on the day.
I did not really save money on groceries. Nothing significant, anyway. We spend the annual salary of a person in a small third world country on groceries every month. I have no idea.
I did not get caught up at school. Maybe a little bit.
October goals:
Read a trashy novel every week
Try a new type of donut
Annual Halloween date with Sean
Not gain any weight
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Ridiculous and Ridiculously Awesome
All of these things are ridiculous or ridiculously awesome. I won't say which is which.
Brittney Chamberlain, superstar
I don't know what Lexi was doing, but the other day her pants were starting to fall down, so she just pulled them down further and went walking into the parking lot at school with her little butt cheeks to the world.
I got this really weird rash-type thing on Labor Day for seemingly no reason, and when it didn't get better and in fact started to spread by this week, I went to the doctor. He stared at it all puzzled-like and had no idea what it was, so he just gave me a prescription for some oral steroids. And I wondered as I had it filled just exactly what this medication is usually used for. I mean, is it usually used for strange unidentifiable rash-type things? Because I always wonder if it's usually prescribed for acute gonorrhea or oozing toenail fungus or something and the pharmacist might be sorta looking at me askance while I'm not looking. Maybe I should have lifted my shirt and shown him the rash just to be sure he knew. Anyway, the steroids are done and the rash is almost faded. I hope it keeps going and stays gone. I said yesterday that I felt like punching someone and Sean started teasing me about my roid rage. Pffft. I feel like punching people all the time. Like that's anything new.
With my steroids, I was taking a total of 4 prescription meds last week. That's just too many for a relatively healthy person.
Sean's birthday was last week:
Lexi after her cake:
Thursday isn't a great day for a birthday party, but we had dinner at the Spring Chicken Inn, cake, presents, and lots of love for Sean.
I have a student teacher. I think that I demonstrate what not to do as often as what to do. I just don't feel like I've got things nailed down to where I should be showing anyone else how to do it. I have taught him how to make changes when you have a curve ball thrown at you and how to make adjustments to your teaching as you go. I just think back to my own student teaching and I get a little irritated. I had 4 different classes to plan for, and my cooperating teachers pretty much said, "Here are the teacher's editions (for English; I didn't have anything but the textbooks for the law and govt classes) and good luck to you!" I prepped it all by myself, and my English cooperating teacher wasn't even around most of the time. I made all my own copies, etc. I didn't have a desk. I carried my stuff around with me, and used the library for my prep time. My student teacher gets sooooo much more help from me than I ever got.
I wrote something on my blog last week about being annoyed by future teachers and parents talking to me about school stuff. I think I was imprecise in my wording. I'm not bugged by all people who I talk to about teaching and school. Just sometimes. For example, my student teacher will watch me teach a lesson, and I can tell that he thinks it looks pretty easy... and then he gets up there and tries it and it wasn't as easy as he thought. It's a different ballgame between watching and doing. It just is. Or when a friend will tell me, "I don't know why the teacher gives that assignment," or, "I don't know why the teacher can't just do XYZ," and I'm thinking... I know exactly why.
I do not understand why on earth there was any sort of controversy or issue about the president giving a Welcome Back speech to students. It's absolutely ridiculous, and anyone who has a problem with the president speaking to school children is ridiculous. I'll say it to their face. I don't even care. My school district is actually pretty progressive, apparently, because they're one of the few (maybe the only?) in Utah that didn't feel the need to send home letters and opt-out forms to parents. Seriously? But when they showed the speech at my school, they told the kids that anyone who didn't want to watch it could go to the cafeteria. So of course 2/3 of the school went to the cafeteria. Why on earth were they given an option? Since when do we ever give them an option? It's school. You do all kinds of stuff whether you want to or not. Parents can check kids out at any time, of course, but generally speaking kids aren't allowed to opt out of guest speakers, assemblies, videos, whatever else. One of my students came in and said, "I hate Obama. I'm not supporting him by watching the speech." I snapped back at her, "This isn't about supporting or not supporting President Obama. It's about listening to the president of your country speak." I felt bad because she knew I was pissed off, and I usually am able to keep my cool.
We went camping this weekend.
Lexi on the way up:
This is what Brittney thought of camping:
I had to buy her Dr. Pepper and M&Ms to bribe her to come. Courtney was working the graveyard shift, so she wasn't there.
Both of my teams won today. Chicago beat the Cowboys, and in Manning v. Manning, my Colts won. It's time to get ready for another week of work, and that for sure goes in the ridiculous column.
Brittney Chamberlain, superstar
I don't know what Lexi was doing, but the other day her pants were starting to fall down, so she just pulled them down further and went walking into the parking lot at school with her little butt cheeks to the world.
I got this really weird rash-type thing on Labor Day for seemingly no reason, and when it didn't get better and in fact started to spread by this week, I went to the doctor. He stared at it all puzzled-like and had no idea what it was, so he just gave me a prescription for some oral steroids. And I wondered as I had it filled just exactly what this medication is usually used for. I mean, is it usually used for strange unidentifiable rash-type things? Because I always wonder if it's usually prescribed for acute gonorrhea or oozing toenail fungus or something and the pharmacist might be sorta looking at me askance while I'm not looking. Maybe I should have lifted my shirt and shown him the rash just to be sure he knew. Anyway, the steroids are done and the rash is almost faded. I hope it keeps going and stays gone. I said yesterday that I felt like punching someone and Sean started teasing me about my roid rage. Pffft. I feel like punching people all the time. Like that's anything new.
With my steroids, I was taking a total of 4 prescription meds last week. That's just too many for a relatively healthy person.
Sean's birthday was last week:
Lexi after her cake:
Thursday isn't a great day for a birthday party, but we had dinner at the Spring Chicken Inn, cake, presents, and lots of love for Sean.
I have a student teacher. I think that I demonstrate what not to do as often as what to do. I just don't feel like I've got things nailed down to where I should be showing anyone else how to do it. I have taught him how to make changes when you have a curve ball thrown at you and how to make adjustments to your teaching as you go. I just think back to my own student teaching and I get a little irritated. I had 4 different classes to plan for, and my cooperating teachers pretty much said, "Here are the teacher's editions (for English; I didn't have anything but the textbooks for the law and govt classes) and good luck to you!" I prepped it all by myself, and my English cooperating teacher wasn't even around most of the time. I made all my own copies, etc. I didn't have a desk. I carried my stuff around with me, and used the library for my prep time. My student teacher gets sooooo much more help from me than I ever got.
I wrote something on my blog last week about being annoyed by future teachers and parents talking to me about school stuff. I think I was imprecise in my wording. I'm not bugged by all people who I talk to about teaching and school. Just sometimes. For example, my student teacher will watch me teach a lesson, and I can tell that he thinks it looks pretty easy... and then he gets up there and tries it and it wasn't as easy as he thought. It's a different ballgame between watching and doing. It just is. Or when a friend will tell me, "I don't know why the teacher gives that assignment," or, "I don't know why the teacher can't just do XYZ," and I'm thinking... I know exactly why.
I do not understand why on earth there was any sort of controversy or issue about the president giving a Welcome Back speech to students. It's absolutely ridiculous, and anyone who has a problem with the president speaking to school children is ridiculous. I'll say it to their face. I don't even care. My school district is actually pretty progressive, apparently, because they're one of the few (maybe the only?) in Utah that didn't feel the need to send home letters and opt-out forms to parents. Seriously? But when they showed the speech at my school, they told the kids that anyone who didn't want to watch it could go to the cafeteria. So of course 2/3 of the school went to the cafeteria. Why on earth were they given an option? Since when do we ever give them an option? It's school. You do all kinds of stuff whether you want to or not. Parents can check kids out at any time, of course, but generally speaking kids aren't allowed to opt out of guest speakers, assemblies, videos, whatever else. One of my students came in and said, "I hate Obama. I'm not supporting him by watching the speech." I snapped back at her, "This isn't about supporting or not supporting President Obama. It's about listening to the president of your country speak." I felt bad because she knew I was pissed off, and I usually am able to keep my cool.
We went camping this weekend.
Lexi on the way up:
This is what Brittney thought of camping:
I had to buy her Dr. Pepper and M&Ms to bribe her to come. Courtney was working the graveyard shift, so she wasn't there.
Both of my teams won today. Chicago beat the Cowboys, and in Manning v. Manning, my Colts won. It's time to get ready for another week of work, and that for sure goes in the ridiculous column.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Massive Bunch of Stuff
I love blogging. I wish I did it more often. I don't journal, I don't scrapbook, I don't have a good memory. So blogging is the only way I preserve any memories. Sometimes, quite often, I blog about dumb and boring stuff. But it's the one place where, if I write something down I will always know where to find it.
So, let's see. I had a birthday last month. It was very mellow and laid-back, just the way I like it. My family got me everything I wanted... nail polish, treats, Scentsy wax, an assortment of awesome scents for my Wallflowers, a watch to replace the one I lost, and other fun little goodies.
Sean and Josh went fishing with Dennis, Steve, Kaden, and Spencer. Josh absolutely loves his cousins Kaden and Spencer. I wish they could grow up across the street from each other. They get along so well.
This reminds me... Tomorrow is garbage day, so I need to sneak out to the freezer and toss those fish in the trash while Sean isn't looking.
Heather had her baby early at only 31 weeks. I'm so glad that she and little Jake are doing well. He's such a stinkin cute little peanut. Her whole pregnancy was just a crazy ride, from beginning to end.
Over Labor Day weekend, we went to Lava Hot Springs and stayed over in Pocatello for a few nights. It's a favorite family tradition. I hope we'll still be doing it when our kids have kids. This year the older girls wanted to go down the Portneuf River, so we rented a 4-seater tube. I stayed back at the pool complex with Josh and they took Lexi down, but she apparently screamed, "I want mommy!!" at top volume the whole way down, so they brought her back to me. Then Sean swapped me out and I went down with the girls while he played with the kids. This is the first year ever that no one went off the towers. Courtney and I are afraid of heights, Brittney was too exhausted after tubing (lots of walking and hauling a heavy tube up the river path), and Sean doesn't like doing it enough to go do it by himself.
School is going pretty well for everyone this year, I think. There have been a few rough spots, but overall nothing tragic. Brittney doesn't have lunch with her best friends, but she met a cute boy; Courtney got a parking ticket (of course! this is Weber!) but hasn't dropped out yet, Josh loves his teacher, which is always a big plus. I have scheduling issues with trying to get everyone and myself where we need to be, but I'm hoping to get that all ironed out a little better.
I have a student teacher this year. So far, so good. It's always a little amusing (and sometimes annoying, depending) to talk to people who are wanting to become teachers, or people who are just observing the classroom for whatever reason. Parents with kids in school. Whatever. From the outside looking in, you think all kinds of things... until you actually do it full-time, day-in and day-out. Then it's a whole new ballgame. My student teacher, bless his little heart, watched me marking papers with my trusty purple felt tip marker today. And he informed me (in a conversational way-- he's a super nice guy) that they teach them in their ed classes not to mark papers in pen, and not to use red. Because it makes the kids feel bad. (There was a fancier edu-speak way of saying it, but that's what it boiled down to.) So they tell them to use colored pencils. Two comments on that: 1)I can see that advice for elementary school, I guess. The sucky thing about secondary ed classes is that they are almost all taught by former elementary ed people, and much of what they do is geared toward elementary. They say it pertains, but honestly, it doesn't. So anyway, maybe in elementary the kids care about that kind of thing. But... 2)In high school, 50% of the kids won't even look at their paper when you hand it back. Perhaps glance at the score, and then it's in their binder, backpack, or garbage, never to be seen again. Of those who do look, I sincerely doubt they are thinking... Well, I got a 58% on my paper... but she wrote it all in pretty pastel pink colored pencil, so I don't feel bad at all! Or... Oh no, I got a 58% on my paper, and it's written in red! I wouldn't have felt too bad, but the red! Now I feel like a failure and will drop out of school and become a hobo. Whatever.
I'm always such a goober. I swear. I wish I could be all classy and polished, you know? Like today, I wore this skirt that I love. It's just the right length and amount of flippy that it flies up all Marilyn Monroe white-dress-over-the-vent whenever a wind comes up. And somehow I only seem to wear it when it's windy. I've flashed a few people, I'm sure. Oh well. Just doing my part to give someone's day a little thrill, right? Today I let the door swing shut in Lexi's face because I was trying to grab my skirt before I flashed the school parking lot.
So, August goals. Let's see, shall we?
--I did not get caught up on birthdays. Not. at. all.
--I did get my hair cut and colored.
--I did not get a pedi. Don't look at my feet.
--I did not sign Josh up for swim lessons. Doing that this month or next.
--I probably swam in the backyard with the kids a total of one time after I made it a goal.
--Spend $200 less on groceries? Are you kidding me? Ha! Hahahahahahahaha! No.
--Did not develop a senior writing curriculum. Thought some thoughts about it in my head, though.
--I did finish my job list, though! Yay, me!
September goals:
--Lose 2 lbs.
--Save money on groceries!!
--Get caught up on all the crap I need to do for work
So, let's see. I had a birthday last month. It was very mellow and laid-back, just the way I like it. My family got me everything I wanted... nail polish, treats, Scentsy wax, an assortment of awesome scents for my Wallflowers, a watch to replace the one I lost, and other fun little goodies.
Sean and Josh went fishing with Dennis, Steve, Kaden, and Spencer. Josh absolutely loves his cousins Kaden and Spencer. I wish they could grow up across the street from each other. They get along so well.
This reminds me... Tomorrow is garbage day, so I need to sneak out to the freezer and toss those fish in the trash while Sean isn't looking.
Heather had her baby early at only 31 weeks. I'm so glad that she and little Jake are doing well. He's such a stinkin cute little peanut. Her whole pregnancy was just a crazy ride, from beginning to end.
Over Labor Day weekend, we went to Lava Hot Springs and stayed over in Pocatello for a few nights. It's a favorite family tradition. I hope we'll still be doing it when our kids have kids. This year the older girls wanted to go down the Portneuf River, so we rented a 4-seater tube. I stayed back at the pool complex with Josh and they took Lexi down, but she apparently screamed, "I want mommy!!" at top volume the whole way down, so they brought her back to me. Then Sean swapped me out and I went down with the girls while he played with the kids. This is the first year ever that no one went off the towers. Courtney and I are afraid of heights, Brittney was too exhausted after tubing (lots of walking and hauling a heavy tube up the river path), and Sean doesn't like doing it enough to go do it by himself.
School is going pretty well for everyone this year, I think. There have been a few rough spots, but overall nothing tragic. Brittney doesn't have lunch with her best friends, but she met a cute boy; Courtney got a parking ticket (of course! this is Weber!) but hasn't dropped out yet, Josh loves his teacher, which is always a big plus. I have scheduling issues with trying to get everyone and myself where we need to be, but I'm hoping to get that all ironed out a little better.
I have a student teacher this year. So far, so good. It's always a little amusing (and sometimes annoying, depending) to talk to people who are wanting to become teachers, or people who are just observing the classroom for whatever reason. Parents with kids in school. Whatever. From the outside looking in, you think all kinds of things... until you actually do it full-time, day-in and day-out. Then it's a whole new ballgame. My student teacher, bless his little heart, watched me marking papers with my trusty purple felt tip marker today. And he informed me (in a conversational way-- he's a super nice guy) that they teach them in their ed classes not to mark papers in pen, and not to use red. Because it makes the kids feel bad. (There was a fancier edu-speak way of saying it, but that's what it boiled down to.) So they tell them to use colored pencils. Two comments on that: 1)I can see that advice for elementary school, I guess. The sucky thing about secondary ed classes is that they are almost all taught by former elementary ed people, and much of what they do is geared toward elementary. They say it pertains, but honestly, it doesn't. So anyway, maybe in elementary the kids care about that kind of thing. But... 2)In high school, 50% of the kids won't even look at their paper when you hand it back. Perhaps glance at the score, and then it's in their binder, backpack, or garbage, never to be seen again. Of those who do look, I sincerely doubt they are thinking... Well, I got a 58% on my paper... but she wrote it all in pretty pastel pink colored pencil, so I don't feel bad at all! Or... Oh no, I got a 58% on my paper, and it's written in red! I wouldn't have felt too bad, but the red! Now I feel like a failure and will drop out of school and become a hobo. Whatever.
I'm always such a goober. I swear. I wish I could be all classy and polished, you know? Like today, I wore this skirt that I love. It's just the right length and amount of flippy that it flies up all Marilyn Monroe white-dress-over-the-vent whenever a wind comes up. And somehow I only seem to wear it when it's windy. I've flashed a few people, I'm sure. Oh well. Just doing my part to give someone's day a little thrill, right? Today I let the door swing shut in Lexi's face because I was trying to grab my skirt before I flashed the school parking lot.
So, August goals. Let's see, shall we?
--I did not get caught up on birthdays. Not. at. all.
--I did get my hair cut and colored.
--I did not get a pedi. Don't look at my feet.
--I did not sign Josh up for swim lessons. Doing that this month or next.
--I probably swam in the backyard with the kids a total of one time after I made it a goal.
--Spend $200 less on groceries? Are you kidding me? Ha! Hahahahahahahaha! No.
--Did not develop a senior writing curriculum. Thought some thoughts about it in my head, though.
--I did finish my job list, though! Yay, me!
September goals:
--Lose 2 lbs.
--Save money on groceries!!
--Get caught up on all the crap I need to do for work
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Women's Equality Day
Today is Women's Equality Day. It was just 90 years ago today that women got the right to vote! I remember when I was in high school and it was only 60-some years before that women had won the right to vote, and I was shocked that it was so recent. I really think so many young women today take for granted what was so hard fought for us. Anyway, I'll skip the feminist lecture, but I'm truly thankful for Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Lucy Burns, Alice Paul, and all the other feminists since then who have sacrificed and fought for me to enjoy the rights I do.
Josh and Lexi at the fair:
First day of school pics:
The girls look so thrilled to have mom take their pics. I had mine taken too, at school since it was picture day, but darnit I don't have one on my computer. I am so un-photogenic. How come other people sit down and get their pictures taken and just look like normal human beings... like the other teachers I was with. And then there is me... my face is all red and shiny (school is hotter than hell... no really, hell cannot be as hot as my classroom has been), my hair is flying around... Whatever. I have long ago decided that I provide a very worthwhile service to all who know me. I make everyone else feel better about themselves. So if you know me, you should respect my skills in this area and be grateful that I'm always hard at work making you look good with my incompetence and bad hair days.
Courtney is at work training to be a med tech. Sean took the other kids to visit grandpa and go to the store. Love the quiet time all to myself. I've been OD'ing on cheesy Nora Roberts romance novels lately. It's a terrible thing to admit. Every stinking one I read, I get mad and start telling Brittney all about how predictable it is... how stupid it is... but then I read another one.
I just got a call from the Corroon for mayor campaign inviting me to the Weber County Democrats picnic Saturday. Catered by Sam Granato. Ha! Put that in your juice box and suck it, Mike Lee supporters! Democrats know how to do it up right.
Josh and Lexi at the fair:
First day of school pics:
The girls look so thrilled to have mom take their pics. I had mine taken too, at school since it was picture day, but darnit I don't have one on my computer. I am so un-photogenic. How come other people sit down and get their pictures taken and just look like normal human beings... like the other teachers I was with. And then there is me... my face is all red and shiny (school is hotter than hell... no really, hell cannot be as hot as my classroom has been), my hair is flying around... Whatever. I have long ago decided that I provide a very worthwhile service to all who know me. I make everyone else feel better about themselves. So if you know me, you should respect my skills in this area and be grateful that I'm always hard at work making you look good with my incompetence and bad hair days.
Courtney is at work training to be a med tech. Sean took the other kids to visit grandpa and go to the store. Love the quiet time all to myself. I've been OD'ing on cheesy Nora Roberts romance novels lately. It's a terrible thing to admit. Every stinking one I read, I get mad and start telling Brittney all about how predictable it is... how stupid it is... but then I read another one.
I just got a call from the Corroon for mayor campaign inviting me to the Weber County Democrats picnic Saturday. Catered by Sam Granato. Ha! Put that in your juice box and suck it, Mike Lee supporters! Democrats know how to do it up right.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Back to School & Tired Already
School hasn't even started yet for them, and they're already tired. Poor Curtis looks like he was snoring.
I started back to work officially on Wednesday, and I know I'm tired. Brittney came with me to school on Thursday to help me put my room back together. We hit some stores to find stuff for my walls, because I was tired of my old artwork and stuff, and she spotted this one and since I love zombie stuff.... Had to have it.
So everyone but Lexi will be back to school tomorrow. Hope everyone has a good day. Sean always takes the first day of school off, so that cuts down on the craziness factor quite a bit.
I have a student teacher this year, and that will be... interesting. Very nervous about it right now. We'll see how it goes, and I could be pleasantly surprised, but I'm thinking it's going to be a rough haul.
We've been trying to pack in a few last summer things. Some fishing, boating, hoping for maybe one more camping trip in September, Lava Hot Springs is upcoming, did the drive-in last weekend... Brittney at the county fair:
I started back to work officially on Wednesday, and I know I'm tired. Brittney came with me to school on Thursday to help me put my room back together. We hit some stores to find stuff for my walls, because I was tired of my old artwork and stuff, and she spotted this one and since I love zombie stuff.... Had to have it.
So everyone but Lexi will be back to school tomorrow. Hope everyone has a good day. Sean always takes the first day of school off, so that cuts down on the craziness factor quite a bit.
I have a student teacher this year, and that will be... interesting. Very nervous about it right now. We'll see how it goes, and I could be pleasantly surprised, but I'm thinking it's going to be a rough haul.
We've been trying to pack in a few last summer things. Some fishing, boating, hoping for maybe one more camping trip in September, Lava Hot Springs is upcoming, did the drive-in last weekend... Brittney at the county fair:
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
First Grade and the Fat Fest
On Wednesday the first of us went back to school. Josh started first grade. I think it went OK. His comments on school are usually pretty nondescript. Mostly things like a blank stare followed by, "I don't know what we did today." Alrighty then. I hope it's a good year.
I am not looking forward to waking up early again when I go back to work next week. My inner clock is adjusted to staying up late at night in the summer, and I always miss my night owl life when I go back. I've really enjoyed hanging out with my girls at night. I'm going to miss the 11:30 Smith's M&M runs, the midnight Denny's runs, and the 1:30 am Maverik and McDonald's runs to get treats and Monster for Courtney on the graveyard shift at work. Sitting on the bench outside her work in the middle of the night with the breeze blowing while Brittney runs through the sprinklers. It's been a non-stop fat fest and it's going to have to end because I can't continue to eat this way. But it's been tasty while it's lasted. Ah, summer nights. I will miss you mucho.
I have so much left on my list of things to do. And I keep adding more. Do I want to finish them? Hmmmm....
I am not looking forward to waking up early again when I go back to work next week. My inner clock is adjusted to staying up late at night in the summer, and I always miss my night owl life when I go back. I've really enjoyed hanging out with my girls at night. I'm going to miss the 11:30 Smith's M&M runs, the midnight Denny's runs, and the 1:30 am Maverik and McDonald's runs to get treats and Monster for Courtney on the graveyard shift at work. Sitting on the bench outside her work in the middle of the night with the breeze blowing while Brittney runs through the sprinklers. It's been a non-stop fat fest and it's going to have to end because I can't continue to eat this way. But it's been tasty while it's lasted. Ah, summer nights. I will miss you mucho.
I have so much left on my list of things to do. And I keep adding more. Do I want to finish them? Hmmmm....
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Three More
Wow. I'm on a roll. I'm in a bit of a rough frame of mind, so complaining is about all I'm good for at the moment. Three more things I have a grievance against:
* How did I get put in charge of everything when I'm so damned inept? You don't put the inmates in charge of the asylum, yet that's somehow what seems to have happened at my house. I'm forgetful, disorganized, and mildly crazy. And yet the running of a household is in my hands?
* The state of Texas. I have two children expressing an interest in moving there for different reasons. They have been informed that if they move there, we all move there. I'm not staying here if they're going there.
* Swimming with my kids in the backyard. Lauralee commented that she was impressed that I want to when I made it a goal for this month. I don't want to. I hate it. But they love it, and they aren't old enough to do it by themselves yet. Boo.
* How did I get put in charge of everything when I'm so damned inept? You don't put the inmates in charge of the asylum, yet that's somehow what seems to have happened at my house. I'm forgetful, disorganized, and mildly crazy. And yet the running of a household is in my hands?
* The state of Texas. I have two children expressing an interest in moving there for different reasons. They have been informed that if they move there, we all move there. I'm not staying here if they're going there.
* Swimming with my kids in the backyard. Lauralee commented that she was impressed that I want to when I made it a goal for this month. I don't want to. I hate it. But they love it, and they aren't old enough to do it by themselves yet. Boo.
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