Wednesday, March 30, 2011

On being sucked into the vortex

If you weren't aware ... some how missed the 18 million posts I made on the various social networking media ... if you some how took a nap and slept for the last six months ... I bought a house!

And apparently, when one buys a house, there is created a strong connection between buying said house and the amount of increased time one spends at Lowe's. I knew this peripherally ...

Actually, I just thought my dad, like so many men, got sucked into the vacuum that is the BIG. GIGANTIC. BOX. HARDWARE. and if they didn't have their level-headed wives there with them to drag them out by their rapidly receding hair, we'd lose them forever.

That was until I bought a house.

Did I mention that I bought a house?

Suddenly, simple, little projects explode into THIS. IS. A. MASSIVE. PAIN. IN. MY. BUTT! projects that suck what little cash reserves you have left with a loud, obnoxious, trying-to-get-the-last-little-bits-out-of-the-bottom-of-the-shake-glass sound.

I mean, it's a freakin' fluorescent "under the cupboard" light. What could possibly be complicated about that, right?

Famous. last. words.

Day #1-- Mistake #1 ... I eye-balled the length of the light bulb. How many years have I witnessed my father doing the same thing, and it never, ever turned out any other way but wrong!? And yet, there I was, eye-balling stuff I had no business eye-balling -- and the light bulb I landed upon was, as I found out when I had paid for it and got it home, too short.

I will say that while I was there at Lowe's, I did some serious eye-balling of a certain Cute Appliance Dude, who sold me my fridge and my stove and who helped me figure out my garage door opener, and who was generally very helpful, very friendly, and very nice ... and who was pretty easy on the eyes. And some where in this disorganized Bermuda Triangle I lovingly refer to as an office, I have his name ... and his work number. DO YOU THINK I CAN FIND IT? NO!!! This fact, in and of it's self, should be labeled, Mistake 1B.

Day #2 -- Mistake #2 ... I took the recently purchased, but too short light bulb back to Lowe's and set about getting the correct length. Oh, I was using the brain God gave me for something more than a hat rack this time, I was! I measured the light bulb. I just didn't bother to bring it with me. Heck! Being new to the Family of Lowe's and Suckers that Buy Houses -- did I mention that I bought a house? -- I didn't understand the protocol ... the rules. I didn't realize that I could actually BRING the old crap into the store to match it with the new stuff you're getting ready to spend oodles of money on. I should have known, however, I could do that ... seeing as two burly men were walking around Lowe's with their girlie dogs on pink leashes. Who brings dogs to Lowe's?

So, I had the measurement of the bulb I needed, only this time I didn't know what THICKNESS of bulb I needed. Yes! I said thickness. Some where, out there, a sadistic little man is hunched over a crystal ball, watching this all play out, and laughing maniacally.

Day #3 -- Mistake #3 ... I was under the false impression that if I brought the light bulb in AND the condenser/starter, I could buy all new, thus rendering the OLD, NASTY, CRAPPILY-MADE light fixture, new again. WRONG! Some guy, who happened to be hanging out with Cute Appliance Dude inaccurately deduced that there was a damsel in distress in the light bulb aisle. He was Old and Not So Cute Dude, and he sucked up any available time I might have had to eye-ball Cute Appliance Dude, who was hanging out at the end of the aisle, "straightening" stuff. And so there I was ... having to deal with this problem of a small home improvement project with ever so helpful Old and Not So Cute Dude.

Day #4 -- Mistake #4 ... I didn't listen to my inner voice three days and three mistakes ago ... the one that quietly urged me to "rip the stupid thing out from under the cupboard and send it flying into the garbage pile." I returned the condenser and light bulb and made my way BACK to the light bulb aisle, where all the little light bulbs now shivered in fear as I walked past. No seriously. I heard the soft tinkling of glass as they all began imploding in their packaging. It was sad.

I've decided two things:
  1. I will be buying a costly LED light bar for my next under the cupboard light. They last 25+ years.
  2. I will be making my way to the appliance department soon to "discuss" the possible purchase of a small freezer.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Spa day

Excuse me, Miss. Could I get some chilled, sparkling water?

Has this sink shrunk? I use to fit into it better than this...

I'm still waiting for that sparkling water ... sooo hard to find good help these days.

Must I get the water myself?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Last day before Spring Break


Spring Break ...

Music to my exhausted ears ... currently attached to my exhausted body. It's been a very, very long quarter with very, very few breaks in the midst. No wonder I'm exhausted.

This third quarter is always the longest and the most trying quarter of teaching, not only for the length of time spent teaching .... and not just because the germs that are swirl around places of learning are potent and unconcerned with timelines and schedules ... and not just because this winter has been a bad one, with bitterly cold temperatures and not much of a break between snowy ugliness.

No, this has been a long quarter because I have had a TON of stuff to do, and I just don't feel like I've been very successful or productive with any of it.

Today, at 2:31 p.m., Spring Break begins. Despite the fact that I have to teach two acceleration classes tomorrow and Wednesday, and despite the fact that I have to spend part of my Spring Break at a meeting with other teachers going over a presentation that I feel is lack-luster at best, I am going to revel in the fact that I have a change-up in my daily routine, and boy, do I ever need a change-up!

And yes, the one day I don't have ANYTHING going on this week, it's suppose to be cold and gray and drizzly. That's okay. I will be at home ... I can curl up in a blanket ... and drink coffee ... and watch the Today Show ... and cuddle with my cat, who will, more than likely, have some behavior problems because I'll have been home too much, in her eyes.

Perhaps I will tackle a BIG project like ...

or ...

  • "DO MY TAXES ... ASAP!"

or ...


My world is my oyster for the next 20 days, and that, in itself, is worth a bit of celebrating.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Utilizing another recipe

Elly Gilbert gave me a 6-month subscription to for my birthday. This week, I finally had my crap together enough to start making some of the meals. Tonight's menu was Hot Ham and Cheese Roll-Up with raw broccoli and lite Ranch dressing for dipping. Rather than do the lite Ranch, I used the "spray on" kind and ate the broccoli with a fork.

AWESOME MEAL with lots and lots of leftovers!! I'm telling you all, you NEED to check out Good stuff!!!



Between the nice, warm weather and the fact that SPRING BREAK begins at 2:31 p.m. on Monday, March 21st, the my days have been INSANE!

I feel like I need to be asking random folks I meet in my various travels, "Excuse me, sir. Are my eyes crossed?!"

Apparently, we, the Earth, are to be the closest we've been to the moon in many, many years as far as the moon's orbit is concerned. The SUPERMOON, as they are calling it, will officially occur tomorrow; so, if you want to be wowed out of your flip-flops or whatever, go check it out. It's suppose to be HUGE!

Now, full moons are a phenomenon that "weirds" school children out. Scientists seem to think that crazy behavior being tied to a full moon is a bunch of horse manure. Clearly, CLEARLY, these fine scientific minds have spent TOO much time in a sterile lab and NOT ENOUGH time in an elementary school building. If they had spent time hanging with the elementary peeps, a few things would come occur.
  1. We would witness adults with Ivy League educations running, screaming, from the building.
  2. Those aforementioned Ivy Leaguers would have patches of hair missing from their heads.

Behavior IS affected by the phases of the moon; I'd bet my last dollar on it!

Wait! I used that dollar on coffee the other day. At any rate ...

Scientists at NASA have spent a lot of time debunking the theory that this SUPERMOON has been the cause of the terrible tragedy in Japan (Earthquakes and tsunamis and such). Okay, I might give them that one, but how do they explain the fighting, bickering, screaming, hollering, NON-STOP CHATTERING, head-spinning, green bile projectile vomiting (besides the nasty stomach flu going around) that I've witnessed this week?


Explain thyself, oh Mr. Scientist Man/Ms. Scientist Woman!

I am self-medicating, and by that I mean, I'm dragging myself to the nearest Starbucks, flopping on the counter, and sobbing my drink order to them.

Unofficially down 11 pounds!!!

This week has been AMAZING in terms of weight loss, and I've not had any time to work out either! BRILLIANT!

As I've said numerous times before, my official weigh-in days are Sundays, but I can't help myself, and I typically weigh every day just to see how I'm doing. Today, I was down yet another pound!! WAAAAHOOOOO!!!

That makes the unofficial grand total of poundage dropped .... drum roll, please .... ELEVEN POUNDS!!! That means, I am only 3 more pounds away from my first 5% dropped ... and my pedicure reward!!!

I'm not sure why, but I was a skeptic that Weight Watchers could actually help me lose the weight. I mean, I have tried everything, and nothing had worked up to this point. So, to actually be able to see progress ... in a downward spiral ... every single day? Well! That just sooo exciting ... too exciting for words!!

My body might be back to normal by the time I'm 40 yet! And let's face it, being excited about 40 is something for sure, right!?!?

To give you an example of how good I feel and how my body is beginning to change, I am in a t-shirt that my friend Erin, who is shorter and smaller than me, wore and can no longer can wear because it's too big. It fits without being tight around my hips, and it actually looks flattering!!

Can I have an AMEN up in here!?!?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

False advertising

I have run out of coffee. I've run out of a lot of things in this past week, but I've not had any time to go grocery shopping. Momma's cupboards are bare, that's all I'm sayin'. And so, this morning was day three of running to the Circle K to buy over-priced, albeit, tasty coffee in order for me to face the evils of this day ... or a less melodramatic take on it, in hopes of me fully waking and managing my daily routine.

As I was walking back to my truck after having purchased a 24 oz. Hazelnut blend, I noticed a dude filling up his Toyota. It had a vanity plate that read: SEX INSTRUCTOR.

Dear Readers -- it's at this point in the story that I must pause and explain to you just how hard I find it sometimes to NOT audibly comment on the ridiculousness of this world. When I was a child, my mother had to BRIBE me, nay, threaten me within an inch of my life because I was constantly making the thoughts in my head public. You know, like the time I informed my mother and EVERYONE in the mall restroom with us that "GEEZ LOUISE, CINDY* (a woman our family had HAS GOTTEN HUGE!!!"

After my mother regained her color, she nearly squeezed the life out of me while explaining that not everything that pops into our heads needs to be made known to the world.

I suppose that's why I blog ... and Tweet ... and Facebook now. I can make known the inane thoughts that pop into my head.

At any rate, it took everything that I had within me not to yell to the sex instructor, "YEAH RIGHT!!! SAYS WHO!?"

See, here's my take on it:

If you've got to ADVERTISE that sort of thing, chances are, you don't have the first clue what sex is, let alone how to instruct anyone on it. In fact, I'm relatively sure that you have a very skewed view of your abilities, if you know what I mean.

*names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Down 3 more!!!

Sundays are my official weigh-in days. When I stepped on the scale on Sunday, I was down one whole pound ..... oooooohhhhh! Can you tell I was annoyed by that?

After much groaning about the one measly pound, I did do some back-tracking and was made to be thankful for that one pound down. It could have been one pound up, and as long as I'm on a downward trend, that's all that really matters.

I know I'm not suppose to weigh myself every day, but I get curious. So, today, I crawled on, really expecting to see an increase, considering my complete and total lack of control last night.

Guess what!? I was down two more pounds!! TWO WHOLE POUNDS!!


I immediately went into my closet and dug around for a pair of pants I've not worn in a while, and found some that just hadn't fit very well.

Miracle of miracles ... THEY FIT!!!

With those pants, I'm wearing a cardie that use to fit in all the right places. It sort of hangs on me now. YAY!!

Tuesday is officially a good day!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Time change woes

Every year it gets worse and worse.

Daylight Savings Time.

I love it.

I hate it!

I love it because it feels like I'm getting more hours in my day, and anything that gets me more hours in my day is definitely a good thing.

I hate it, though, because it feels like I've been run over by a Mack truck ... repeatedly.

I laid in bed for much longer than I needed to this morning. It was to the point that the cat was all paw-stomping and mouthy, stamping all over me as I groaned and moaned and whined about getting out of bed. All I've got to say is that it's a good thing my hair takes all of 5 minutes to get together! I was running that late!

I got to school with time to spare ... barely, and I immediately began nursing my 24-ounce coffee. It still hasn't kicked in, and I don't have any more to gulp. I may have to resort to a Diet Coke, that is how bad the situation has gotten.

Okay. All right. I admit that the gray, rainy, chilly temperatures are not helping AT ALL with the exhaustion situation. STILL.

It's not like I'm ancient ... really. Why do I have to feel soooooo tired?

I'm going to stare off into space ... and contemplate this ... or my eyelids ... please pass me some caffeine ...

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Getting the hook-up

Today was the PERFECT day to be out and about. I took the opportunity, as soon as I got home from church, to wash my truck as it hadn't been washed in weeks and weeks.

The birds were singing ... the grass was green ... it was a glorious day, and I loved every minute of being out there.

I've not had a lot of opportunity to meet my neighbors -- unless you count the ugly introduction I received late at night on my very first night in this house -- so when the elderly lady that lives next door to me pulled up in her car and rolled down her window, I jumped at the opportunity to run out into the street and introduce myself.

"We're just a couple of old people that live next door, dear," she said to me. "We don't get out much, but I see you often and just wanted to say hi. My husband doesn't see too well any more, and he doesn't hear that good either. So I do all the driving now, take him to the Elks ... he loves to go to the Elks. How are you enjoying your house?"

"Oh I love it! Thanks for asking. My name is Megan Murray."

"Megan Murray. Well, that's nice. Are you from Frankfort?"

"Not originally. I'm originally from Michigan."

"Michigan! Well, now, I hope you are enjoying it here. Well, this neighborhood is a nice one, and most of the houses were built by the same developer, so they all sorta look a like ... like the one on the other side of us. Why he's firefighter, and honey, he's single!"

Insert my laughter here.

"In fact, dear, the man across the street is single too, and I just think he's the nicest man. Divorced with two grown daughters, and he's the head of a bank." She then smiled sweetly. "Yep, they're both single."

After relaying the story to my parents, my dad is CONVINCED my neighbor is getting me the hook-up.

Hmmm ... perhaps I'll bake her some banana bread ... or cookies ...

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Totally digging this cut

From Photo appears on Emma Watson's Facebook page.
I'm TOTALLY in love with this cut! It's very similar to what I have now. So, when I march my little bit smaller fanny into the salon next week, this is the photo I'm shoving into the hands of the unsuspecting, but very capable Jamie.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Feeling the burn

So, even though I'm officially not WEIGHING IN until Sunday, I did step on the scales this morning, and I am happy to report that I'm down ever so slightly.

Today, I brought my work-out clothes to school, and I plan to FEEL THE BURN on a treadmill or elliptical this afternoon ... if it kills me, which, let's face it, folks. This body hasn't seen exercise in a long, long time. So, if very well could kill me.

I really, really hate to admit this ... and my mother is getting ready to feel very vindicated here .... but I am starting to feel so much better just eating differently. So, the benefits of actually regularly exercising AND eating better??

Well, let's just say, this may send my body over the edge of NO RETURN.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

I don't agree with every thing that Joel Shatzky wrote in his piece for the Huffington Post ( However, I do agree with the following items WHOLE-HEARTEDLY:

"1. That all schools in the United States be equally funded.
2. That all young learners be given exposure on a regular basis to museums, musical events in and outside of school, presentations by artists, musicians, philosophers, sports figures, other celebrities and educators.
3. That all young learners be provided with after-school activities that would make their schools a recreational and social center and not the streets.
4. That all schools offer a complete array of arts programs including music lessons with instruments provided by the school, abundant art lessons and supplies, theatre and dance programs from kindergarten up, and lots of basic educational materials so that teachers don't have to pay for them out of pocket.
5. That all young learners be provided with safe neighborhoods, supportive, caring families, good nutrition which might include all meals in school, reliable public services, and a realistic hope that they are part of a thriving economy in which they can get a good-paying job with a reasonable amount of security.
6. That all teachers in public schools be given classroom autonomy and that they and parents be treated with consideration, respect and regard for their opinions. Those teachers who are not adequate to the job -- which under the above circumstances would be far less difficult to do well -- should be given a fair and full hearing and opportunity to improve their practices with good, positive mentoring before they are considered unfit for teaching."

From EDUCATING FOR DEMOCRACY by Joel Shatzky for The Huffington Post:

Finding out who your friends are ...

There's a song that came out a few years back by country artist Tracy Lawrence. It was called FINDING OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE.

I've been finding that out recently.

Okay, I won't say I didn't know before this time who my friends are, but it sometimes takes me a while to see who the wolves in sheeps' clothing really are.

This morning, driving to work, I spent a lot of time dwelling on how depraved people really are and how sad that made me. I really have become a jaded, cynical person when it comes to trusting people, and I just hate being that way.

The black cloud followed me into the building, up the stairs, and into my dark classroom. I was really fuming about it, when it dawned on me....

I am blessed with a handful of amazing people that are
  • honest to a fault
  • supportive of me and love me despite my many, many flaws
  • my upstairs people ... my cheerleaders
  • my rocks
  • true friends
  • people that would do anything for me

I've blogged about this before ... as life happens, I have become less and less of a Glass Half Full girl and more and more of a Glass Half Empty girl.

I don't want to be a Glass Half Empty girl, though. So, today, I'm choosing to focus on those folks that would do anything for me!

A portion of the lyrics ...
You find out who your friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who your friends are

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Having fun

It's been a long time since I've been able to say this ... a very, very, veeeerrrryyyyy long time. However, today, I realized, "HEY! I'm having fun!"

Most folks think that teaching is a cake walk ... what with ALL of our breaks and stuff. I won't get into the reasons why that mindset supremely annoys the crap out of me.

I will say that most times, when a break starts, I'm so physically and mentally worn out, that I'm not sure which end is up (that's a David Murrayism, if you were wondering).

This year has felt sort of like being put through the ringer ... backwards ... during a snow storm ... after you've walked to school ... in bare feet ... in 20 foot snow drifts ... walking backwards ...

Well, you get where I'm going with this. This year has been a helluva year! Period. No. Exclamation point!

To say that I've not had a lot of fun is to utilize the grandest, most supreme understatement of the century.


Today, I was looking around my room ... watching and listening to learning happening ... hearing laughter ... and conversations about math and reading ... I stopped for a moment and just basked in it all.

It occurred to me -- this is what it's all about. This is FUN. Exclamation point!

Monday, March 07, 2011


I plan to treat myself as I make my weight loss goals.

Started 2/17/11

Goal #1 ( ) pedicure

Goal #2 ( ) new outfit

Goal #3 ( ) massage (30 mins)

Goal #4 ( ) massage (1 hr)

Goal #5 ( ) new clothes (I'll need them!)

Goal #6 ( ) Funky hair color

Goal #7 ( ) buy shorts

Goal #8 ( ) buy cute dress

MADE GOAL!!! *Hopefully, by my 40th BDAY!! ( ) I will buy a bikini for my 40th bday bash!!!

Getting Ghetto

I have a mean streak. I admit it. When I'm wronged, I want nothing more than to get even. This usually begins to rear its ugly head sometime after the supreme hurt subsides.

Not to pat myself on my back, but I hold myself up to such a high standard that when people don't follow suit and strive for the same standard, I'm awfully hurt ... disappointed ... jaded ... eventually distrustful.

So it was when it came to my attention that someone I trusted ... someone I was sure wouldn't ever be vengeful or hateful because that person called themselves a Christian ... I found out that person has thrown myself and people I respect under the bus, not once, but numerous times. The reason? To make themselves look good ... so they can shine ... can rise to the top. How has it happened? Continual lying and cheating.


I was ready to get even, and the ugly, mean things I was plotting ... well, I'm not proud of myself.

Yesterday, I sat in church and listened to my pastor preach on IDENTITY CRISIS, a convicting sermon series to say the least. This truth kept coming to the surface:

"If you connect your identity to Christ ... if you find your worth in Christ, there isn't any room for hostility."

Ephesians 2:13-21 ...

"13 But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near by the blood of Christ. 14 For he himself is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, 15 by setting aside in his flesh the law with its commands and regulations. His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, 16 and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. 17 He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.

19 Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household, 20 built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone. 21 In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. 22 And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.'

So, ummmm ... yeah. I'm not getting ghetto. I'm not searching for vengeance. Rather, I'm clinging to the God that loves me despite my horrible lack of decorum where dealing with people are concerned, and I'm praying for compassion and a forgiveness.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

2 more down, a gazillion more to go

Weigh In Day!

Pounds lost this week? TWO MORE!!!

Grand total lost in three weeks? SEVEN!!!

It's a little slower this week, but my week wasn't all that great due to a complete lack of exercise. That is playing against me for sure.

My goal for this week is to get 30 minutes of SOME sort of aerobic exercise in each day. We shall see how that works.

So, seven down, 93 pounds left to go ... or a tall fourth grader.

Good grief!

Saturday, March 05, 2011

I'm the Martha Stewart of the Trailer Park Set

... thus, the cat rump in the photo, and another with "stuff" stashed behind the photo and pedestal bowl. Oh well ... this is my attempt at crafting fabric covered decorative balls. Nearly glued my fingers together in the process.

Morning Coffee

I looked up from the magazine I was reading, while standing at the counter drinking coffee, to see this ....... just a typical Saturday morning at my house.

Friday, March 04, 2011

The Queen of my castle

The other day, as I sat in my living room, surveying my little house, this thought came to mind:

"I don't think I want to share this. This is MY house. I bought it ... with my own hard-earned money. I'm filling it with the things that I love, and they are MY ideas that I want to institute in all the renovations in the coming months and years. I'm just not sure I want to share this."

Granted, I actually do share the house with a demanding, spoiled-rotten Maine Coon that tends to fill it will all sorts of hair balls that roll around all over the place like tumble weed. But my main point was that I'm not sure, at this point in my life, I could share my space. I like that it's MINE. I like that if I want to paint everything Pepto-Bismal Pink, I can, and I don't have to consult one single person.

My married or living-together friends all have to consult on decorating decisions. I don't, and I like it.

Now, when things like my toilet overflows ... TWICE ... it's at those times I think, "Hmmm .... it would be nice to have someone that could fix this."

However, the more I think about it, the more I think perhaps I should just have folks like Lawn Boy, Plumbing Dude, and Maintainence Man all on retainer. They can do what they are paid to do and then leave. No questions asked.

I guess that means that I'm ...
a.) becoming set in my ways.
b.) Litte Miss Independent

Thursday, March 03, 2011


It was never my intention, when starting WW, that I was going to be a stick when I was done. Rather, my main impetus for starting it was that I recognized I was out of control, beyond anything I could have guessed for myself, and in order to regain control, I needed some sort of structure. And it HAD to be structure that was not self-imposed.

Yesterday, I told Erin and Carrie that I was giving myself a year, and that at the end of that year, I wanted to be able to, and I quote, "Rock a bikini."

I haven't worn a bikini in ... well, since Reagan was in office. For those that weren't even alive then, that's been a looooooooooooong time ago. Okay?

Carrie was all, "You go, girl!"

Erin? Erin got very serious, and then said, "You're going to end up being a stick with boobs."

Hey, if a stick with boobs is healthy, then I will take it. But more than anything, I just want to be a healthier version of myself, whether that's being a stick or some sort of fitter, curvier version of myself.

A year from now folks .... A BIKINI! Heck, I might even get brave enough to plaster a picture of it on the blog ... MAYBE.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

They said it here!

In reading group today, each of my small groups stumbled over the word INDIGNANTLY. I knew they would, so each time, I'd stop them and say, "You know, guys. Indignant is just a fancy word for being sort of disgusted. You know, like when your mom goes, 'Clean up your nasty room! How can you live like that!?' And she usually has her lip curled while she's saying it, right?"

Without missing a beat, Candy* piped up and said, "Except my mom says it a whole lot nastier than you just did."

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent ... and not so innocent.

What time is it?

I went to pay a bill at Kohls and walked out with three items.

I'm not sure how it happened, but it happened. I'm under the false impression that I am made of money. At least, 2/3 of the items were clearanced!

But I handed the clerk a coupon, and might I just say, the clerk that checked me out last night? A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. So friendly ... so happy ... so awesome ... so deserves a raise or something!

Anyway, I handed her a coupon, and she was all, "Oooohhh ... that's expired."

"Really!? I'm pretty sure I checked it before I left the house. I have two more days left, right?"

"Umm ... so .... yeah .... Today is the first, ma'am, and this coupon expired on the 27th of FEBRUARY."

How did this happen? How did I get behind by two days?!? TWO. WHOLE. DAYS.

I mean, I can see getting behind a couple of minutes ... maybe even a couple of hours. But a COUPLE OF DAYS!? How does that happen?

The sales associate gave me the 25% off anyway; probably because she was thinking, "That poor woman is utterly clueless. I bet she's out on a day pass."

Still! To not know that you've entered the month of March? I guess that's a sign I'm rapidly moving towards 40 ... I can't remember the date. Next, I'll be putting my butter in my medicine cabinet.

I'm blaming it all on the dull, gray winter.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Sharing germs

Someone has managed to share their germs with me, and I'm pretty sure it was someone under 5 feet tall.

Those are the hazards of the job!

You know, police officers risk their lives to protect and serve. Fire fighters run into burning buildings. I walk into a germ-infested room and surround myself with 15 to 20 sniffling, body-fluid-oozing 9 and 10-year olds on a daily basis. We all have crosses to bear, right?

It happened right around noon today. Literally, I was aware of the instant my chest became heavy ... as if the Fat Bearded Carnival Lady sat down on it between freak shows.

And my throat started feeling ... funny. And my ears started popping and itching. And my body had these odd aches.

Yep, I'm getting sick!

Being the light at the end of the tunnel

I'm still feeling a little stressed .... anxious .... not able to handle people or things ...

This is the second day of a massive headache that seems to ebb and flow. I've been feeling very frustrated by my feelings of frustration ... if that makes any sense. Let's just say, it's a scary place up in my head.

The thing is, there's no real reason for me to be stressed ... I mean, yes, things are crazy in my life. But my gosh! Things are sooooo good in my life, too. I am blessed beyond measure.

Today, I decided ... as I drug myself out of bed, and began grumbling about everything ... I decided that I needed an attitude adjustment.

My principal just came back from a missions trip in the Dominican Republic, and his comment was one I'd heard from others that have done short-term missions work:

"I'd missed it. I'd lost sight of what was truly important and good in this world. And these people got it. They had absolutely nothing, but they were happy, and I mean they were really, truly happy ... content. I'm telling you. I missed it."

And see, I've missed it. If I were really, truly honest with myself, there are many, many times that I could allow myself to be happy, but I don't because I'm too busy worrying about other people and other things.

I've missed the mark as well...

So rather than accusing the light at the end of the tunnel of trying to kill me, I need to BE the light at the end of the tunnel.