Saturday, March 28, 2015

Well then...

This old thing's still here, eh? Maybe it's time to dust it off. I reckon I still have a bit to say.

 I want everyone to know that I totally typed that in a British accent.

Friday, June 10, 2011

No I'm not dead. I promise.

I'm actually working on something new right now. It's called a Master's Degree you should try it some time. Just kidding. I am working on getting my Master's in Special Education. My theoretical new project is related to this process. It's called This Is No Time to Panic and it will follow me as I panic now through my first year of teaching. Should be interesting.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I seem to have fallen into another suck wormhole. Time to break out some Counting Crows.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Gag. Literally.

I'm wondering if it's wrong that the best part of my day came when I was in the kitchen laughing and gagging and then laughing some more with one of my coworkers.

Here's what happened. B was unloading the dishwasher, but half the dishes were dirty. She picked up a plate that had something on it, and I was like "no no's dirty." Once she looked down at it she started freaking out because it looked like old mayonnaise. Then she gagged a little. To make her feel better I told her that I was opening a FedEx envelope today and there was a hair on it and it made me gag. And then, telling her the story, it made me gag again; I have a thing about hair that's no longer attached to a person's body.

At this point we're laughing hysterically because we're apparently too delicate to unload dishwashers and open FedEx envelopes. Then I go to the trash can and see a big slab of lasagna in the trash and gag again. I told B to avoid looking in the trash can and then ran from the kitchen. I may never go in it again. A totally ridiculous thing, but completely hysterical.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Something to think about on a disgusting Wednesday morning...

"Stop looking for bananas from people who have no bananas. Some people just cannot offer you what you need. " Karen Salmansohn

Why is that always so hard to remember?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Death of a Dream

For as long as I can remember (maybe 5 or 6 years...I have a short memory), I've wanted to learn how to knit. Apparently that was a pipe dream. I took my first class today and it was awful. The instructor, when she couldn't figure out what I'd done to add an extra loop to a whole line of stitches, was like "well, at least you're consistent." Consistently wrong she meant. I'm so disappointed, but I just could not follow what she was saying and having to focus on the needles and the yarn just gave me a big headache. Barb was like, "well, I guess I won't be expecting a scarf for Christmas!"

There goes my hopes for a handmade Christmas. Sigh....

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I learned about 2 new genres of music today - horrorcore and folktronica. I don't think I'll be listening to either. Ever.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

This is what I get.

So it's been raining for, I guess, 4 days now, maybe 5. That's a pain enough as it is, but adding a dog and freshly cut grass to the mix brings a whole new level to the irritation - it looks like the floor of a barn in here between the fur, dirt and grass everywhere. I've been sweeping and swiffering and vacuuming daily just trying to keep up with the mess we keep bringing in. Last night I got sick of it and decided I wasn't going to vacuum or mop again until it stops raining (which is predicted to be sometime in the next year, I gather).

But this afternoon I was sitting around being bone idle watching it rain (shocker) and decided I really should vacuum one more time. I get my handy little Eureka Quick Up out. This is the best little vacuum EVER (call me Eureka people!). As I'm about to unwind the cord, the handle slips out of my hand and the vacuum falls backwards to the ground. When the hook that holds the cord breaks off, I'm not too upset. I've had this $30 vacuum for 2 years in which time it has probably been dropped 100 times. Annoying, but not fatal. I throw the hook away and plan to just wrap the cord around the handle, which is the perfect plan, until the handle falls off in my hand. Waaah! I should have just waited until it stopped raining.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The moon looks like a sugared orange wedge.


Wednesday, August 05, 2009

I got excited because tomorrow is Friday. 2 seconds later I got sad 'cause no, it's not.