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I used to have this wonderful long description here of exactly what this journal would be... but I cannot say that it was entirely accurate. The journal has taken a mind of its own, so I guess the only description I can really give it is: A Collection Of My Thoughts As I have discovered many times in my writing, as well as in my life - things don't always go the way you plan them to. I am still happy with this journal, however. It gives me a place to lay down how I am feeling, or even just to document what I've been doing. Not bad, huh? Feel free to putter through the entries, and come back to visit often! You never know what you might find here. Newest entries are at the top of the list. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| Okay, so anyone who knows me at all knows I live in a little bitty town. Well, this weekend I went to a "big city" to visit inlaws, and do majorly exciting things... like go to Wal-Mart. While there, I will mention that it was hot. Very hot... sweaty the second you walk out the door hot. I actually don't mind heat too much, but what I do mind is what heat does to people's clothes. It's worse than a dryer about shrinking them, I swear. Okay, so I am a woman, however, I'm not into duck skirts. (Skirts so short you can see the quack.) During the summer months what I've noticed in this particular city, is that most women look as if they are wearing t-shirts made for girls at least 10 to 20 years younger than they are (in size, not in logos), and that the skirts seem to randomly lose length. So, it makes me wonder... do women really think they need to dress that way to get a man? Also, what kind of man do they think they are getting when they do dress that way? Not a man after their brains, that's for darned sure. Judging by the women I see that way, and the men they are with, it might be an insecurity issue. Not all of them look good in what they are wearing. In fact, most of them look far from good. They look terrible. They have fat hanging in places that it shouldn't be, tan lines, and just... well, let's just say they could look ten times better if they covered up even a little more. One does not have to look like... well... like a slut to look good, nor do they have to do it to keep their man. If I had a man who required that for me to keep him, I think I'd just let him go find someone else more willing. There would be some who disagree with me. Some who say, "someone should wear what they're comfortable in." If I did that... I'd wear torn jeans and t-shirts to work every day, and I'm afraid I wouldn't keep my job very long. What's amazing... is that I see older women wearing duck skirts and baby t's, then they state, "I wonder why my daughter dresses like that. It's got to be the school's fault." ..... I think that's all I have to say about that... |
| Yeah, so clouds have been hanging, looming over us every night for about three or four days, but haven't really let loose any rain. A few sprinkles here and there, but no real rain. So yesterday, Sara the Seer said, "I wish it would just... rain. I don't mean the little sprinkles, I mean a huge rain storm. Pour it all out, we need it so badly!" So... what does it do? Within five minutes. No, really, I'm not lying... within five minutes... it started pouring down rain. Now, usually where I live, this lasts about... oh... ten minutes or so. Not this time, it lasted an HOUR. Hail, huge raindrops, the works. The ground is still wet this morning, and that was at 6 pm yesterday. It was wonderful! Yeah, kinda silly, but... we really needed it. |
| So... today is actually really nice. I believe I'm going to have the time to get a lot of things that I need to get done handled. This... in essence... is amazing. I usually feel overwhelmed. I'm listening to a CD from 1959. (Okay, so the CD isn't from 1959... it's got music from 1959.) LOVE IT! It's actually one of my favorite CDs that I've had tucked away for a while and I just found again. I think I was born in the wrong decade, I swear... I like today's music, too. (Some of it, at least) But... it's just not the same. I'm going to gather all of my stuff dealing with my book and take it home today. Maybe, if it is there, I will find the time to work on it. I have the outlines done for every chapter, I just have to sit down and get it written, trying to get rid of all of the 'cliches' to make it truly original. I am relieved to have the school year almost over. No more students to deal with for two and a half months. Don't get me wrong, I love my students, but... I miss having the time off. I'm spoiled that way, I suppose. Granted, it's not really time off. There's always something to work on - curriculum, etc, but no students. A lot more gets done that way. We are one of the only schools in the area going into next week before we end. It's... frustrating, but at least next week will be easy. Finals weeks always are. |
| So much goes on all over the place. All around me... people lying, people stretching the truth, people leaving vital information out of things that they say. It affects all of us every day, and I feel almost overwhelmed by it. What's even more interesting is when someone lies to your face, especially when you know they are lying to you. Granted, they don't realize it, but... it is a mess. I will not elaborate, as I do not feel comfortable doing that. Suffice it to say, I'm overwhelmed. |
| Seriously, it's nuts! We've spent the past month or more with blistering hot weather. Okay... maybe not [i]blistering[/i] hot, but it's been fairly warm outside. Warm enough to make us sweat, etc. Last night, out of nowhere, we get this huge hail storm. Gumball to Golfball sized hail falling all around. Granted, it only lasted about ten minutes or so, but it was pretty interesting. (The most amazing thing is that my twins did not wake up.) This morning it is cold. Of course, no one around here is ready for the cold, because it's been so hot recently, so we are all kinda shivering because none of us brought coats with us and my first two classes needed to be outside this morning for a project they are working on. There are clouds still lingering overhead, dark and threatening. I have mixed feelings about this. I enjoyed wearing my shorts, but I absolutely love the cold, and the threat of rain makes me giddy. We haven't had much rain at all this year. Please, please rain more!!! But, as they always say, "If you don't like the weather in Texas, wait five minutes." |
| Yeah, so the end of the school year is always exhausting. Looking forward to summer: time to write, time with my kids, time with my husband, and a month (at least) that I'm not going to think one bit about what's going to happen next school year. RAOK was kind enough to give me a two month subscription for writing.com again. For that, I thank them more than they could possibly know. I hated the thought of losing this account, but with our finances as they are right now, I had no choice. Thank you RAOK!!! Again. |
| Well, it nears the day I will lapse in my subscription, and there is actually nothing I can do about it. It's alright, though... I'm going to find somewhere to put all of this stuff so I have it. That's always been my biggest fear, losing all of my work because I go through hard drives like most people go through clothes. |
| Well, I do! Not just because I want to get back into the community of writing.com, but because I am starting a Master's degree in August, and I know I'm going to need it then. It's just hard lately, I suppose. I did write a new poem, but it's the first I've written in what seems like years (even though it's really only been months.) I did try a new style with the poem, and I rather liked how it turned out. If you want to take a look, you can find it here:
What I really want to do is get my book going again. I am pretty sure I'll have some time this summer to work on it, which I do hope stays the plan. Last year we planned it, but it fell through because of money issues. |
| So, the kids in one of my classes wanted to play a prank on the kids in another of my classes today. It was pretty humorous. They decided to tell them that there were so many notes to take, that they'd have to come after school to finish them. They played it up so much during the passing period, that the students in my second class fell for the prank. The entire class period, I was getting interrupted for questions like this: "Miss, do we -really- have to stay after school to finish these notes?" "Yes." ----- "Miss, how many pages of notes are there?" "50." ----- "Well, I'm not going to stay!" "That's alright. I'll call your parents and tell them to bring you back. You have to have these notes." ----- These kids actually fell for this. (I didn't think they would.) It was absolutely hilarious. This particular lesson was on Classifying Quadrilaterals. At the end of the lesson, I put PowerPoint slides to add on to the joke. This is how they went: ----- PowerPoint Slide: Now, to go over the 25 Special Quadrilaterals that we have not yet covered. You will need to stay after school to complete these notes, so call your parents to bring you a snack. Student: Do we really have to stay after school? PowerPoint Slide: Yes, you really have to come after school. ::general groaning, complaining, and outbursts in the classroom:: PowerPoint Slide: Okay, so I'm just kidding, you have an awesome afternoon! ----- The class actually broke out into relieved laughter, then decided to think up a prank of their own. We'll see how it goes. (I'll tell you about it after it happens.) |
| So, it was about an hour before I went to bed when I started listening to a conversation that was going on in my house. By itself, perhaps, it isn't that interesting... but there was a punch line at the end. My husband and our roommate were discussing (jokingly) business ideas that my husband has been tossing around for years. Since we were married, really. Together, they decided that the following might do well here: Starbucks Weinersnitzel A Fried Chicken Place They discussed this further, decided where they might put them if they ever win the lottery. (Yeah right... have to play first.) Somewhere in the end, the roomie popped up with, "You know, maybe a combination Weinersnitzel and Fried Chicken place." "A Kentucky Fried Wienersnitzel," my husband responded. But then I had to pipe up, "No! Kentucky Fried Weiners!" ... yeah... I think I needed some sleep now. |
Yeah yeah yeah... hush, The Milkman  !!!5. Because it makes sense. Nope, can't do anything that makes sense. 4. No really, there's like... ONE place in town to get it done. 3. Yeah, and I get out of work after that place closes! 2. Who wants to pay $20 to get the car inspected when they can pay $125 for getting a ticket for not having it inspected? 1. To make The Milkman ask questions. |
| Okay, so I'm in a fun mood today. Comment to this by posting any top five list you would like to see here, and I will make an individual entry answering the top five list for you, as pertaining to me. Then, if you'd like, do this in your own journal. |
| Spooky, hmm? Well, truthfully, I'm not a very superstitious person, but I did have a typical happening this morning. I'll tell you about it. So, I was driving to drop my kids off before work this morning (yes, I really do work), and there was a train across the tracks. Stopped. That really rather sucks, but there is a back way to the babysitter's house that doesn't cross the railroad tracks, but it takes me way out of my way. Considering the train was stopped, I decided to go ahead and make my way around the back way. I'd be late for work, of course, but how is this new? I make my way around, drop off the kids, then get going. As soon as I turn onto the main road that heads between the town where I work and I live, I step on the gas a little bit. Yes, I mean, just a LITTLE bit. What do I see behind me a moment later? You guessed it... Flashing lights. I pulled over, left enough room for the patrolman to stop behind me without blocking a driveway into one of the businesses out there, took out my licence and insurance, then waited for him to come up. He was actually a very nice man, and very understanding. I only got a warning for my speeding. (I do suspect that he doesn't actually know how fast I was going, but that's perfectly alright. Warnings work for me.) My inspection sticker that's been expired since July? Yeah, that's a little bit of a different story. Luckily, he gave me ten days to take care of it, so I can pay the $20 for the inspection, rather than the $125 for the citation. Yeah, that was my morning this morning... Happy Friday the 13th! |
| And yeah, that would be my fault. I was gone for a while for Christmas break, and then I've been very busy since returning working on the Decathlon and starting work again. That's the hardest part, really. Working again after a two week break. Especially when the break just didn't seem long enough at all. Getting up in the morning - wow do I drag! Then actually being responsible for getting things in, etc. Yeah, it's a pain... Ah well. I'm up and running again. I'll try to keep writing in here. I need to force myself to write every day anyway. Maybe I can get rid of this darned writer's block. |
| So... yeah... yesterday sucked. It was a long, frustrating, anger-filled day. Not that I was so mad at anyone that I wanted to lash out or anything, but I was most certainly not in a good mood. I started out the day doing fairly well. I was in a good mood, danced through the hallways to my classrooms, got to my first class and had a blast. Usually, I have a blast all day long. I'm that kind of teacher. Well, my high schoolers actually got out of hand yesterday morning. Yeah, this DOESN'T usually happen. Not at all. I have wonderful high school classes. My junior high classes were their usual selves, but unfortunately, their usual selves were 10 times worse because I was already frustrated and a bit ticked off. Today, one of my high school classes still pulled some crap. For the first time this entire year, I yelled at my high schoolers. Yep, they were so loud, that I had to yell at them. They were so surprised by this (because I'd never had to do it before), that they sat down immediately and just... stared at me. Ugh... it's lunch time. Here's to the rest of the day! Anyone have any margaritas? |
| So... my husband and I went to Wal-Mart Friday night. Not because of the big sales, not because we needed to go Christmas shopping, but because we needed diapers. Yep... diapers, as un-grandios as that is. I'll tell you what I saw: 1. Shopping carts EVERYWHERE. I mean, everywhere! I swear, is it that difficult to take a shopping cart a few yards to one of the little shopping cart things? 2. The place is trashed. There are boxes, trash bags, coke cans, shopping bags, wrappers for toys and other items, that popping stuff that keeps things safe... everywhere. It was unbelievable. 3. People were rude! I don't mean the people working at the store, I mean the people shopping. They were unbelievably rude, pushy, and ignorant. 4. This announcement: No one, I repeat, no one is going home until all of the eighty-eights have been put in place. If you have questions about your hours, see a manager, but no one is going home until it is done. And this was at one o'clock in the morning. Tell me... if this is supposed to be the season of giving, why are there news reports of people being trampled in Christmas shopping trips over laptops? Why are they ruining our environment and making people work even harder because they are too damned lazy to pick up their own trash or put their own things away. Why are people rude because they want to buy someone a certain gift? I sincerely do not know what this holiday is coming to. I used to think of it as a time when everyone was smiling and laughing... now I only think of it as a time when everyone gets pushy, rude, and trashy. What happened to white Christmases where the white covering the ground wasn't from a Wal-Mart shopping bag? |
| This is how one of the funniest statements of the day started. I suppose, if you are reading this, you'd like to hear the end of it... "Did you know, that the first time I met Sara, she was on a mattress?" He was, of course, not speaking to me, but to another person nearby, but I was still shocked. All I could do is stand there wondering when on earth I'd been in public on a mattress where someone could see me. Then, he mentions... "Yes, she was on a mattress with this guy, but it wasn't her husband." ::blinks:: I was -what-? Now I really thought the guy was nuts. On a mattress... in public... with a man other than my husband. I still had no clue, so I had to ask. Turns out, the first time he ever met me, I was in a play called "Footsteps of Doves" in which there is a wife (me) who is quite the dirty word trying to convince her husband to buy single beds, because she wanted her own space. It's set in a mattress store. I won't tell you the rest of the play, in case you ever get to see it, but it involved a lot of yelling, tempter touting, and all-round humor. Yeah, so that was the highlight of my day! |
| So, to put it plain and simple, my weekend SUCKED. On Saturday we had asked the babysitter to take the babies so we could go out for a night by ourselves. Sounds great, right? Well... it would have been, if we could have found our car keys. They weren't where they usually are, so who was blamed? Well... who else... but me? We couldn't go on our date, and we couldn't drop our kids at the babysitter's. So, I felt like shit because my husband was severely pissed (like... hitting walls pissed), and I dug through the living room for a few hours. (The up side? My living room is now very nicely clean...) Anyway... no keys. PLUS, the bank statement came in. Yeah... that wasn't good news, either. We couldn't have gone out if we wanted to. Sunday, hubby still pissed... no keys, no money. We are not going well here. He calms down eventually, I guess, but still kinda gives me the cold shoulder all day long. Remember, I lost the keys... Monday morning - I get a call asking if I've found the keys. Of course, my answer is no. Do you know why this is so obvious? Because my husband had found them an hour before... in one of his pockets from last week. HIS pockets, mind you. I'd been shunned all weekend, treated like shit, yelled at... and it was him who lost the keys all along. He did apologize, but his behavior this weekend was horrible. I'm still a little tiffed... but glad that we found the keys. Let's just hope next weekend it goes much better, hmm? |
| Okay, so I owe RAOK a huge huge huge hug. I owe them a hug, and a few GPs, to be perfectly honest. Okay, so more than a few, but yeah... thanks guys!!! I'm thinking a tribute contest might be a ton of fun, especially with Thanksgiving, so that's how I'm going to do it. I'll get the details and such up later on this afternoon. And yeah... so I haven't had much time to do much of anything with reviewing, etc. So, that's my challenge at this point. I want to review 100 items in the last few weeks of this month. Granted, it may be a challenge because I'll be out of town for a few days - but I'll do my best to get it done anyway. Ahhh - and I have another competition I'd love for people to join! (Part of this contest would also go to RAOK). Starting on December 1st, I would like to take nominations for reviewers. It will cost 100 GPs to nominate someone for an awesome review they gave you (or that they gave someone else on the reviewing page.) The person with the most nominations will receive a reviewing merit badge and 40% of the GPs given for the nominations. ROAK will recieve another 40% of the GPs. Sound like fun? Well, keep those great reviewers in mind!!! |
| Okay, so I find myself in the dilemma of dilemmas. (Oh yeah, not pregnant, by the way. At least, we don't THINK so. I had the stomach flu.) I have a total of... oh... probably about 3,000 GPs, yet my upgrade expires today. Writing.com is extremely affordable, so I actually never thought I'd find myself in the situation where I can't afford it. Kinda sad, yes? Well, I can't afford it. With everything that's been going on lately, and having to use credit cards for intelligent things like... oh... GAS so I can get to work every day. I'm completely at a loss. I'll be okay, though. I have some people trying to help me out, and I've been told that my stuff won't be deleted until the end of the month, so maybe I can come up with something by then. Truth is, with the class I've been taking this semester, I haven't had time with that on top of work, kids, and... oh yeah... more work... to do much of anything on writing.com. Thursday is the last day of class, though, so I really do hope that things can improve by then. Welp! Here I go!! I'll find the money somewhere, promise. I'm not going anywhere. |
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This is absolutely hilarious! My kind of humor.
. Number twelve tickled the kid in me 
My life's been busier than normal, too, but NOTHING like yours. 
Hope everything's okay.
