Wednesday, September 30, 2009

WHINY AND CRABBY

I'm exhausted ...

Nothing more should be said, but you know me. I'm going to say it anyway.

I'm exhausted ... I'm on edge ... I'm feeling slightly crabby ... I've got a TON of stuff to do and very little time to do it in ... and I think I need ten more meetings to fill in the rest of the time I don't have filled.

I do know this. I need to budget my time better. I say it all of the time, and I wonder when it will actually click, rendering me the queen of success in that department ....

Sunday, September 27, 2009

COMPUTER PROBLEMS AND FINALLY SOME SUN!

Thursday evening my computer refused to work ... refused to turn on ... refused to allow me to abuse it any further by taking it to Facebook and blog sites and coupon sites and all the other benign places it and I frequent on our nightly computing adventures. It decided it would go on strike.

Well, I fixed its little red wagon. I sent to Computer Surgeons where they assure me that it wasn't a Click Death, as they had initially thought (something that actually means you throw the whole thing out on the trash pile and go out and buy yourself a new one!). Currently, it's hooked up to monitors and and wires and stuff, sort of like a ventilator so it won't have to breathe on its own, and I should know on Monday whether or not I'm spending $150 to have it fixed or paying countless $$$ more to buy a new one. I'm voting for the $150 right now ... that's just me.

On a good note, as I write this, at a very top-secret location, I am killing time before I go to see yet another rental (this is a mind-numbing, hateful process that leaves me wondering about the minds of landlords everywhere ... I mean, if they had to live in the stuff they were marketing to me ....). And while I sit here at this top-secret location, the sun is struggling ever so slightly to show it's face, so to speak, to the rest of the world ... or at least our little part of the world here in Kentucky!

I've not seen the sun in so long, not only do I feel certain that I've got moss growing between my toes, but I am relatively sure I've forgotten what sun even looks like!

Friday, September 25, 2009

T.G.I. COULD THIS WEEK HAVE BEEN ANY LONGER!?!!?

It's Friday, and it's a good thing too, because I'm not sure I could have lasted.

It's not that I'm in a bad mood or anything.

It's my brain ... it's not working. In fact, it's flat out refusing to work. I think I heard it squeal, "I'm done! Not takin' it anymore. I'm outta here!" Yeah ... pretty sure that's what it said.

That might explain why I poured a 20 oz. mug of coffee, turned around, and walked out the door, leaving the mug on my counter.

It might also explain why I jetted out of bed this morning, certain I'd slept through my alarm, and it was only 4:08.

It might also explain why I've lost a library book (in my house!), and why I bought a newspaper yesterday and NEVER read it.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

WEDNESDAY RANDOMNESS

I'm wearing white after Labor Day, and I don't care! White walking shorts to be exact ... with a cute little blouse deal, not that I have ever been accused of being a fashion maven.

This is day four of HEADACHE. I can't tell if it's the weather (I'm getting ready to build an ark) or if this is that lovely time of year I like to call ALLERGY SEASON. Either way, I'm sick of the HEADACHE.

Heard Girls Just Want to Have Fun on my way into work this morning. I don't care who you are, but that's timeless! Come on now. Honestly, I do just wanna have fun, and lately, I'm not feelin' it. Nevertheless, I cranked the volume up in my car and bulleted down East Main singing along with Cyndi Lauper. Okay, yes, the volume increase did nothing for the HEADACHE, but hey, at least I had a little fun.

There are only 8 more days until Fall Break. I'm feeling sort of badly about the fact that it looks like I won't be going home for my annual fall visit. It's not that I don't want to; it's just that life has been sooooooo crazy, and I just have a bunch of stuff, i.e., doctor's appointments, that I need to make and things to accomplish. I'm also planning a writing retreat with a friend, if we can ever get it together between now and then!

Off to grade some papers .... I'm behind on that ... imagine that!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

TAKING THE BIG UGLY PLUNGE

I am applying to grad school.

AHHHHHH!!!!!

The grad school part doesn't scare me ... bums me out, yes. Scare me, no. It's the paying for grad school part that frightens me!

As it is, I have student loans up the wazooo. Now, I'm going to add more to them? I will be living a 864 square foot apartment until I'm 80 at the rate I'm going. In fact, I can see it now. I will be the first 80 year old woman to be featured on HGTV's Property Virgin! I'll be looking at lovely two-bedroom starter homes/fixer uppers on Skid Row.

I thought maybe I could just marry rich ... that some man would take pity on me, agree to pay my education debts, and put me into the lifestyle to which I'd like to be accustomed.

That doesn't seem to be working for me either.

So, instead, I will eat Ramon noodles for the rest of my life, but by gosh, I will be a highly qualified, yet working poor teacher!

The parents are so proud ...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

NEW .... FUN ... HAIR!


THIS IS WHAT LAZY LOOKS LIKE

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I was in a bad mood the entire week this past week.

Two weeks ago, I alerted my property manager to a leak that had started in my water heater, and she assured me, at that time, that she'd get a plumber out to take a look. It never happened, and last Monday night, a few more aggressive leaks sprung in that old leviathan, subsequently flooding the bottom floor -- prime living area -- of my townhouse.

I spent the rest of the week angry at this woman for treating me in such a disrespectful way ... livid because this all could have been prevented ... absolutely annoyed because my life, such as it is, was being turned upside down.

This rainy Sunday morning, I pulled out of my subdivision, no faster than I normally do, ... just your normal, every day, pull out onto a roadway speed, and immediately, I started hydroplaning on the wet pavement. It is a miracle of God that my truck didn't flip, because I was seconds from it happening ... seconds. I know it for a fact. And in those seconds, something occurred to me ...

This could be gone in a blink of an eye ... all of it.

Something else occurred to me as well ...

That water heater issue wasn't worth the amount of anger I gave it. I'm not sure how much of my week was wasted on it, but a pretty large portion of it was wasted ... and for what?

God's hand was on me today, because the truck righted itself, after going side ways down the road, and I proceeded on down the road, ever more cautious than I'd started out.

I need to be more cognizant of the time that's allotted me ... it's fleeting, and I tend to waste so much of it.

Monday, September 14, 2009

ALWAYS CHECK IT OUT FIRST

The other day, I had to make a mad dash to the mechanic's as soon as the first foot hit the buses. I hate rushing out of school early, but there's no other time for me to get my oil changed.

At any rate, I sat in the waiting room, listening to mechanics banter about while CNN played some late, breaking news in the background ... over ... and over ... and over ... and over ... my cell phone broke my reverie, and as I grabbed it out of my purse, I noticed that it was a co-worker of mine. I promised her anonymity on this, so I won't mention any names.

The following is the conversation I had with my co-worker this particular day in question.

"Hello?"

"Hey Megan. You wouldn't happen to be in your room right now, would you?"

"No. Sorry. I had to run to the auto mechanics. Why? What do you need?

She laughs ....

"You're going to laugh at me. I'm in the girls' bathroom, and there isn't any toilet paper in here. I was going to have you come and bring me some!"

Me laughing .... "Oh too funny! Well ... I wish I could help you out."

Hey ... desperate times call for desperate measures!

Friday, September 11, 2009

TRYING TO SHAKE THE BAD DAY GRUMPIES

I had an ugly run-in with a coworker yesterday. I'd pretty much had it with this person, and as many that know me well, I take just so much, and then there's some explosion of emotion. Could be tears ... could be anger ... could be spontaneous combustion ... you just never know. Is this healthy? Probably not, but then, it takes every kind to make the world go 'round, so just don't judge.

Before it was all said and done, I was pretty sure I'd made my supervisor mad, and then that spiraled to, "why does everyone else think their problems are so bad and dismiss mine ... just because I don't complain all the time ... " Except that I think I do complain all the time, and I'm working really hard on that, but it's a struggle and ...

Well, you know where this was heading, right?

Certainly!

Right down the old pooper shoot!

My mood was foul, and it only followed me to bed last night, festering there like some horrible infection, and when it finally reared it's ugly head, it did so in the form of a dream ... a nightmare, really ... one in which I'm sitting in the chair of my salon, my hair half cut, and the superintendent of Fayette County Schools announces that he's shutting down the salon because he's going to use the building for some sort of school purposes! I was FIRED UP! I'M GETTING MY HAIR DONE, YOU TWIT! NO ONE COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY STYLIST. Of course, this made my stylist mad, who also happens to own the place, and she storms off, and I'm left sitting there with only half my head done. And the superintendent of schools for Fayette County just stands there with this stupid smile on his face ...

And that's when my alarm went off.

Seriously!

I'm pretty sure a professional dream analyzer would have a field day with that one, and I'd be summarily carted off to an intensive day treatment facility ...

I'm just sayin' ...

At any rate, I have my hair appointment tonight, and I can't wait to tell Susan about this. She's going to laugh her head off ... just so long as she stays firmly attached to the chair I'm sitting in until my hair is beautifully created.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

HUH ... HOW'D I GET HERE?

I had this fantastically wonderful blog to post this morning ... one with just the right amount of witty humor and monumental wisdom.

Then I got here and couldn't remember what it was I was going to write, which, honestly, seems like a small issue compared to the one in which I realized that I was on Second Street and didn't really remember getting there.

It's probably best to gulp the coffee and not sip this morning ...

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

JUST DON'T DO IT

You know when your hair gets to that point that if you don't go in and get it cut or trimmed or shaved right off, it's going to drive you to drink?

You know when you're desperate for any sort of change with it, that you start digging through your bucket of "old crap" in your linen closet, looking for any miracle serum or spray you can find?

You know when you finally find something, you sniff it and think, "Hey, the stench isn't that bad?" ... and it you decide to smear it on your hair?

Yeah ...

JUST DON'T DO IT!

I did it this morning, and I'm telling you ... JUST DON'T DO IT! Once I got it on my head, the smell got worse, and it was too late to rewash the hair and start all over again. I'm just hoping that my hair makes it through the day without ...
a.) becoming a toxic wasteland
b.) falling out in clumps
c.) turning into a waxy mass on the top of my head.

UGH! I'm left wondering why I even bother trying ....

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

A MONDAY ON MY TUESDAY

I love long weekends ...

I hate what long weekends do to my short week ...

It all feels infinitely longer than it's suppose to feel ...

There HAS to be some sort of law of gravity at play here ...

Or it's Karma biting me in the butt for an enjoyable, relaxing extra day off of work ...

Monday, September 07, 2009

THE PROPOSAL

So, I went to see THE PROPOSAL last night with two friends.

It was soooo worth the $8.75. Seriously.

It's not going to win any Academy Awards for its deep, thought-provoking story line. It really isn't, because as you're watching the movie, you just know how it's going to end.

But it was a love story at its core, and who doesn't love a good love story ... just as the summer is winding down? Plus, there were loads of funny scenes, some slap-stick comedy - that in my opinion took "Slap" to a whole new level - and Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullack were in it. And who doesn't love drooling over Ryan Reynolds, right?

Thursday, September 03, 2009

AN EXCERPT FROM A FOURTH GRADE THANK YOU LETTER

I can't claim this child. It was written by a fourth grader in Erin's room -- a thank you letter to the reptile experts at the Salato Center.


"Thank you for letting us pet your skank."

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

PINK!


GETTING HER BAG ON







FIELD TRIP DAY AT SALATO CENTER

I don't feel good about putting my kids' photos on the internet. Instead (and this is particularly for my father who just LOVES snakes) I've posted a photo of our principal, Mr. Harley, who can be seen petting a Corn Snake (Rat Snake).

It felt like a warm, leather purse, in case any one was wondering.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

SAVING MONEY

I'm all about money-saving. I went to Walmart (shudder to think) the other day and bought almost nothing name brand. It was a fantastic fun looking for the off-brand stuff ... and yes, I realize that statement screams "GET A LIFE, MURRAY!"

On a trip prior to the one this past weekend, I decided to be even more daring and buy mozzarella-like shredded cheese product.

Don't do it, readers! Stay away from anything that says mozzarella-like or product. Pay the extra for real cheese, cheap-skate! Like doesn't equate to THE REAL McCOY!

My mozzarella-like shredded processed food stuff made a thin, plastic-like layer on the top of my pizza. Still tasted okay, but not normal, for absolutely sure.