Will post something brilliant or witty or insightful later. For now, I must go be professionally developed to better prepare me for what I am determined will be the best school year ever.
Have a lovely Monday and go blog to amuse me.
Ta ta!!
Have a lovely Monday and go blog to amuse me.
Ta ta!!
Labels: work stuff
I've been less computer-oriented the past week or so than I have in years. My laptop had to be sent away because of a motherboard/wireless connection problem that HP's laptops developed. They extended the warranty to cover the problem, thank goodness, so all I had to do was send it in and they're replacing my motherboard. While it's been gone, I've been using the fabulous new Dell desktop that I bought for W. for his bday/Father's Day/you're in nursing school and you need a better computer. Between W. and the kids, there's not much free time online, lol. The nice part is that I've not really missed it, kwim? I run in and check in here and there for a second and then I get up and go do something else. I think that's what my poor manic brain needed.
I've read a LOT of books in the past month. I desperately need to update my Goodreads info. Goodwill had their monthly 50% off everything sale yesterday and I went into book-buying overdrive. I bought 74 books. About 15 or so are for my classroom, the kids or other teachers, but the rest of them? Novels. I had already read all the stuff I bought at McKay's last month, so I needed some more books to read on vacation next week. Once I started piling them in the cart, I couldn't stop. I found lots of good things--some book I'd been wanting to read such as Like Water for Chocolate, Atonement, Snow Falling on Cedars, some Maeve Binchy and Steve Matini titles and the like. I also bought several Patricia Cornwell and Mary Higgins Clark titles and a couple of Sue Grafton's alphabet series as well. I tried to get a good variety so that W. and SIL would have stuff to read, too. I read Atonement yesterday. I've been reading a book a day for the past couple of weeks. I am forcing myself to cut back this week in order to get housework and mommy stuff done. I have seven days next week with nothing to do but cook a few meals, supervise my ornery children and lie on the beach. Such a rough life I lead, lol.
We're going to Gulf Shores, Alabama, for a nice stay. SIL and MIL, Lynda (with a friend) and Jeffrey are going, too. The condo will be a bit full, but I think we're going to have fun. It will be a treat to have more adults around so that the kids have more options--I'm very much a lie on the beach and read/nap/people watch kind of chick. W. is all about fishing. The kids like to do both, plus swim in a pool. Usually since we only have one car there, it takes a bit of juggling to get everyone where they want to be, but this time will be a bit easier. Sometimes I take for granted how well-located Tennssee is. We're just a seven-hour or so drive from great beaches on the Gulf, three or four hours from Atlanta or Memphis, a long day's drive from DC, three hours from the Smokey Mountains, etc.
Five is on a mission trip to Kentucky this week. He'll be helping repair homes in a poverty-stricken area. Packing for a week for him was no fun. Just the sheer volume of t-shirts alone was daunting. I used my fabulous Delsey suitcase that my mom gave me for Christmas. When I had all of his stuff packed, I called him in so I could explain what I was sending and the first thing he said was, "Mom, I think the suitcase is a bit too big. I think I'm supposed to bring a small bag." Translated: He was embarrassed that the suitcase was so large. I had quite a time explaining to him that in order to take enough long pants and shorts, t-shirts for working and for hanging out, socks, boxers, towels, medicine, toothbrush and other personal stuff AND a tool belt, measuring tape, nail apron and hammer along with an extra pair of shoes, there really wasn't any way to take a small carry-on sized suitcase. He pondered this and then asked, "Well, can you try to put the sleeping bag in the suitcase?" Uh, no. An adult-sized sleeping bag will NOT fit into an already loaded suitcase. He resigned himself to looking like a tourist and moved on to more important topics--snacks for the trip.
Sam, Jay and I are home on our own this week. W. has to work everyday but Thursday, so the boys and I will be doing a great deal of pool time and maybe a trip or two to the park. They havie swim lessons every day, so that gives us a good reason to get up and get ready at a decent hour. Speaking of swim lessons, I guess I should go get stuff ready. A day at the pool requires much food and drink planning and I'm such a ditz I have to allow enough time to figure out what I've forgotten.
Hope everyone had a great 4th!!
Oh, last thing....my cousin's daughter has a fabulous new online biz--Good Fortune Soap. All her things are handmade with natural ingredients. She's going to be sending me some samples so I can farm them out to some of you. When they arrive, I'll post more info and tiny little presents will be shipped out to those who want some.
I cannot seem to get into a good workout routine. Either something comes up at the last minute or my neck hurts so much that I don't dare do anything strenuous.
I've read a LOT of books in the past month. I desperately need to update my Goodreads info. Goodwill had their monthly 50% off everything sale yesterday and I went into book-buying overdrive. I bought 74 books. About 15 or so are for my classroom, the kids or other teachers, but the rest of them? Novels. I had already read all the stuff I bought at McKay's last month, so I needed some more books to read on vacation next week. Once I started piling them in the cart, I couldn't stop. I found lots of good things--some book I'd been wanting to read such as Like Water for Chocolate, Atonement, Snow Falling on Cedars, some Maeve Binchy and Steve Matini titles and the like. I also bought several Patricia Cornwell and Mary Higgins Clark titles and a couple of Sue Grafton's alphabet series as well. I tried to get a good variety so that W. and SIL would have stuff to read, too. I read Atonement yesterday. I've been reading a book a day for the past couple of weeks. I am forcing myself to cut back this week in order to get housework and mommy stuff done. I have seven days next week with nothing to do but cook a few meals, supervise my ornery children and lie on the beach. Such a rough life I lead, lol.
We're going to Gulf Shores, Alabama, for a nice stay. SIL and MIL, Lynda (with a friend) and Jeffrey are going, too. The condo will be a bit full, but I think we're going to have fun. It will be a treat to have more adults around so that the kids have more options--I'm very much a lie on the beach and read/nap/people watch kind of chick. W. is all about fishing. The kids like to do both, plus swim in a pool. Usually since we only have one car there, it takes a bit of juggling to get everyone where they want to be, but this time will be a bit easier. Sometimes I take for granted how well-located Tennssee is. We're just a seven-hour or so drive from great beaches on the Gulf, three or four hours from Atlanta or Memphis, a long day's drive from DC, three hours from the Smokey Mountains, etc.
Five is on a mission trip to Kentucky this week. He'll be helping repair homes in a poverty-stricken area. Packing for a week for him was no fun. Just the sheer volume of t-shirts alone was daunting. I used my fabulous Delsey suitcase that my mom gave me for Christmas. When I had all of his stuff packed, I called him in so I could explain what I was sending and the first thing he said was, "Mom, I think the suitcase is a bit too big. I think I'm supposed to bring a small bag." Translated: He was embarrassed that the suitcase was so large. I had quite a time explaining to him that in order to take enough long pants and shorts, t-shirts for working and for hanging out, socks, boxers, towels, medicine, toothbrush and other personal stuff AND a tool belt, measuring tape, nail apron and hammer along with an extra pair of shoes, there really wasn't any way to take a small carry-on sized suitcase. He pondered this and then asked, "Well, can you try to put the sleeping bag in the suitcase?" Uh, no. An adult-sized sleeping bag will NOT fit into an already loaded suitcase. He resigned himself to looking like a tourist and moved on to more important topics--snacks for the trip.
Sam, Jay and I are home on our own this week. W. has to work everyday but Thursday, so the boys and I will be doing a great deal of pool time and maybe a trip or two to the park. They havie swim lessons every day, so that gives us a good reason to get up and get ready at a decent hour. Speaking of swim lessons, I guess I should go get stuff ready. A day at the pool requires much food and drink planning and I'm such a ditz I have to allow enough time to figure out what I've forgotten.
Hope everyone had a great 4th!!
Oh, last thing....my cousin's daughter has a fabulous new online biz--Good Fortune Soap. All her things are handmade with natural ingredients. She's going to be sending me some samples so I can farm them out to some of you. When they arrive, I'll post more info and tiny little presents will be shipped out to those who want some.
I cannot seem to get into a good workout routine. Either something comes up at the last minute or my neck hurts so much that I don't dare do anything strenuous.
Labels: helpful beauty hints, holidays, kids, mr kim, my life, physical exertion, updates
My laptop wireless card died and when I looked it up online, I found out that it was a hardware malfunction (wireless card and motherboard clash, so new motherboard and card for me) and HP extended the warranty for this problem, which is the good news. The bad news is that it has to be mailed off and will be away from home for 7-9 business days or so. Our desktop is really slow AND I have about a zillion things that I need to do around the house, so this will be a good time to get my arse in gear.
I will pop in different places from time to time and if you have my number, feel free to call.
I will pop in different places from time to time and if you have my number, feel free to call.
Labels: sad, technological blather
Tummy suggested that I buy a Ped Egg for my yucky callous (heels have not been kind to my feet this spring. Perhaps 3" is too high for work?). I happened to mention said product at a family thing this week and two people there both insisted that I needed to try it. I left the party and went straight to Walgreens to find one. Lo, there it was on an end cap beckoning me. I had to buy it.
I expected to either gash myself and bleed all over the place or not be able to tell a difference. I was wrong on both counts. My feet are MUCH smoother and the gross tough places are much less noticeable. For some weird reason, I take much pleasure in emptying the egg and seeing all the funky dead skin that has come off the bottom of my foot--sort of like using those Biore strips.
If you haven't already, go buy a Ped Egg. Your feet will thank you.
P.S. Jay thought I had bought a Pet Egg. He couldn't figure out what all the fuss was. Sam, on the hand, saw it and immediately knew it was a Ped Egg and that it was for scraping the dead skin off your feet AND that it was so gentle, you can rub it against a ballon and it won't pop. My little TV geek.
I expected to either gash myself and bleed all over the place or not be able to tell a difference. I was wrong on both counts. My feet are MUCH smoother and the gross tough places are much less noticeable. For some weird reason, I take much pleasure in emptying the egg and seeing all the funky dead skin that has come off the bottom of my foot--sort of like using those Biore strips.
If you haven't already, go buy a Ped Egg. Your feet will thank you.
P.S. Jay thought I had bought a Pet Egg. He couldn't figure out what all the fuss was. Sam, on the hand, saw it and immediately knew it was a Ped Egg and that it was for scraping the dead skin off your feet AND that it was so gentle, you can rub it against a ballon and it won't pop. My little TV geek.
Labels: buy this, funny kids, product placement
Random things about me:
1. I am a terrible speller.
2. I have had the worst spring ever. Just a lot of things combined to make it positively horrid. I'm hoping for a better summer, but it doesn't look promising. Some days there just aren't enough drugs to make things look better.
3. I hate blue eyeshadow. I try to wear it--navy, not baby--and it always looks like hell. Boo hiss on blue.
4. I just bought two new lispsticks--that long wear Cover Girl stuff-- and two new tubes of mascara--one regular Lash Blast and another waterproof Lash Something or Other. These are the only Cover Girl products I would ever buy. I have bad memories of everything CG smelling like Noxema, so I have an aversion. I wear a lot of L'Oreal and Milani lately with just a touch of Tarte.
5. I have a callous on the bottom of my foot that is driving me infuckingsane. How do I get rid of this? I've never had one before. I'm guessing it's from wearing high heels so much.
6. I have recently discovered how to email from my cell phone. How did I not know this was possible? I love it.
Am not tagging anyone yet---will go back and do that in a bit.
1. I am a terrible speller.
2. I have had the worst spring ever. Just a lot of things combined to make it positively horrid. I'm hoping for a better summer, but it doesn't look promising. Some days there just aren't enough drugs to make things look better.
3. I hate blue eyeshadow. I try to wear it--navy, not baby--and it always looks like hell. Boo hiss on blue.
4. I just bought two new lispsticks--that long wear Cover Girl stuff-- and two new tubes of mascara--one regular Lash Blast and another waterproof Lash Something or Other. These are the only Cover Girl products I would ever buy. I have bad memories of everything CG smelling like Noxema, so I have an aversion. I wear a lot of L'Oreal and Milani lately with just a touch of Tarte.
5. I have a callous on the bottom of my foot that is driving me infuckingsane. How do I get rid of this? I've never had one before. I'm guessing it's from wearing high heels so much.
6. I have recently discovered how to email from my cell phone. How did I not know this was possible? I love it.
Am not tagging anyone yet---will go back and do that in a bit.
Labels: makeup, meme, narcotics, rant, who doesn't love a list
There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home
4 Comments Published by Kimmah on Saturday, June 07, 2008 at 8:22 AM.
*clicks well moisturized and exfoliated heels together while wearing pink Old Navy flip flops**
So it has occurred to me that no matter how much of a sty one's home is, it is still HOME. Gah! I left my house on Thursday, May something, intending to return home the following Monday morning. I went down to participate in the Relay for Life (my faux sister Susan organizes it and my high school friends that now teach at the middle school have a team that I join) that I extended that stay until Wednesday voluntarily--Sarah was moving to Calgary and I wanted to be able to spend some more time with her and her girls. We went so many years without ever seeing each other that I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do with her daughters.
Insert really unflattering photos of me and Sarah's oldest daughter Jackson at last year's Relay here:
And with Austin this year here:
Friends, never let it be said that I am too full of myself to hide the less than attractive photos of myself...it's what keeps me real and in touch with the people.
Anyway, read the other post if you want to know exactly WHY I didn't leave Chattanooga as planned on Wednesday. No, here it is Saturday--NINE frigging days after I left home for a 4.5 day jaunt, and I'm preparing to leave. You can imagine how thrilled W. is with me a this point. He's a good egg no matter how much I bitch about him. Frankly, no matter how much he's complained about me being gone, I think he and Five have actually probably enjoyed having the sty, er house to themselves for the whole week plus.
Since Sarah left, I've had lots of free time. I could have gone out w/ a friend on Thursday night, but I just didn't feel like it. Everyone that I know had to do mundane things such as work or spend time with family, so I had lots of solitude. I went to see Sex and the City. I ate at Panera a lot. I stayed up faaaaar too much (last night was freakish and I went to sleep at SIX a.m.) and watched all sorts of my favorite cable rerun shows, Top Chef, and Regis and Kelly. Good times, but pretty damn boring after awhile.
I miss having something to actually DO. This is a clear sign that the Wellbutrin is kicking in, I think. So, I'm heading home in just a few--meeting the parents in Murfreesboro to pick up my kids on their way home from their trip to Wyoming because I don't want to wait for them to drive all the way here and then leave. I'm that ready to just be home. Weird, but true.
I will update here more often, but if I disappear other places, you understand why. I have summer school for two weeks and many, many weeks worth of housework to deal with. Plus, I have to begin my holy-shit-I'm-almost-40 workout regimine so that I don't cry when I see pictures of the unfortunate event. To quote a smart lady, "Be safe!"
Labels: announcements, domestic stuff, good times, mr kim, my life, pictures, travel
Want To Feel Better About YOUR Day?
0 Comments Published by Kimmah on Thursday, June 05, 2008 at 11:43 AM.
Then read about MY day yesterday--Thursday, June 4, which is evidently the day of Satan.
After staying up waaaay too late, I got up at 4 to get sarah and the girls off to Calgary. She stayed here with me because it's closer to the airport (I'm in Hixon at my parents' house). I went out to check my van because we were afraid that a light had been left on last night--it had not, but I left the keys in it like a dumbass. turned to the kill-the-battery-position and then left them there for close to an hour.
We get outside with the girls to leave and my fucking van wouldn't start. Igo tearing around the house and get dad's Jeep keys, start the jeep--thinking that surely he has jumper cables or we can drive it if we have to. I can't get the back doors unlocked for some reason, so i get out--with it running--and shut the door. as SOON as I shut it, I realised that I had locked it. so now the Jeep is running with the keys locked in it AND the van won't start. Sarah is starting to panic and the girls are getting freaked.
I had to call Daddy and wake him up---3.55 a.m. mountain time. He told me where to find more jeep keys AND that he doesn't have jumper cables here, so I can't jump it off. there are no backseats in the Jeep and it is loaded with tools and stuff. Well, if you know my parents, then you know that means there is only one vehicle left to choose from (techincally, there are three, but the VW Thing isn't running and there's no way in hell I'd drive the 64 1/2 Mustang....that leaves the 15 passenger white Dodge van affectionately known 'round these parts as Big Ugly. It's a leftover from my parents' antique show hauling days and they still use it for camping. I have never driven it before--for good reason.
Sarah and I unloaded her four lead-filled suitcases, along with the biggest jogging stroller on the planet, all the kids' stuff and piled into Big Ugly, which I then proceeded to drive to the airport. My parents' driveway isn't long, but it's got a weird curve, so I always turn around and drive out 'normal' in my own car. Given my luck of the day, I wasn't about to chance turning around--I'm sure I would have hit my van, the house or backed off the edge of the driveway, so with Sarah hanging out one door and me the other, I successfully made it out fhe drive in reverse.Yay for me! Once we got out of the driveway, it was a piece of cake, but my nerves were shot. Got to the airport in plenty of time.
I returned home. Tried my van...it started. I was like, WTF?, but glad that I wouldn't have to bother anyone. Oh, silly Kim, if you'd only known.
I went back in and cleaned up, washed the sheets that we'd used, showered, dressed, packed, etc. Around 10.45 or so I went out and tried the car again--it started. Then, like a complete Simpleton, I turned off the van, plugged my cell phone into the car charger and left the motherfucking side door open. Didn't even cross my feeble mind that I should have left it running.
You can guess what happened next---the damn thing was deader than hell when I went back out. I gave it an hour. Still nothing, so I had to call Aunt Barbara to come jump me off. Bless her heart, she came right over and we managed to get it running. Whew. Off to home.
Or not.
After driving all around southeastern Tennessee, the Check Transmission message started blinking at me and my overdrive light began to flash as I drove down Amnicola Highway. Even a mechanical ignoramous such as myself knew that this was bad. I found a place to pull over, called W. in a panic. He said to check the trans. fluid and add some. (Sidenote--my van had been driving oddly all weekend, but I didn't really put it all together at the time). I made it to a Conoco, which didn't carry the fluid, but I checked my level there and I was almost totally out. Yikes.
Drove a little bit further, praying all the way that the transmission wouldn't just lock up on me. Made it to a Chevron. Bless the lovely man who worked there. He called me "Sunshine" and helped me put the fluid in, check everything. I felt confident that the worst was behind me.
I? am notorious for being inept at judging the future and this? was another example.
I start driving down Amnicola again and get to almost the same exact spot and the frigging transmission light comes on. Fuck me. I managed to pull over and drive up a block or so to an empty parking lot...this involved going up a hill and I wasn't entirely sure I was even going to make it, but I did. I got out and checked. Damn fluid was empty. I looked under the van for the obvious and yes, there where even I, Kim the Automotive Moron, could see it was transmission fluid flowing freely out and making an impressive puddle on the pavement. The black asphalt pavement. The black asphalt pavement that was super heated because it was about 95 degrees outside and there wasn't a lick of shade.
More panicked calls. Clearly I wasn't going anywhere in the van. I'm smart like that. After much, much cursing and such, I had to call Aunt Barbara yet again to come get me. As I waited for her, I got hotter and hotter. I swear I have never sweated so much in my whole entire life. I had sweat rolling down the backs of my legs. Nasty.
To make this incredibly long story a little shorter, I will spare you the details about trying to figure out where to take my car. I knew that the Ford dealership was my last resort because those folks are slow as Christmas and dumber than shit. After calling like a million people that live in and around Chatanooga, friend from high school, David Poe, found me a place to take it, but they didn't advertise transmission work. I was going to call them and see what they suggested, but then my dad remembered that the name of the place where he had the Mustang worked on is called Mr. Transmission. Needless to say, my search for a mechanic was over.
So here I sit in my parents' house with pretty much nothing to do. Car was towed today to Soddy Daisy and will hopefully be repaired cheaply and quickly. I'm just going to stay here until the weekend when the kids get back from their trip out West with Mom and Dad. And I'll probably be driving the Jeep home, which makes my back and knee hurt just thinking about it--stick shift, no frills, three hour trip. Ugh.
I have been to Walgreens and bought mascara and lipstick because they were on sale. Had a prescription for Tramadol transferred here so I won't be forced to go seek out drug dealers w/ Percocet or Demerol downtown. I'm going to ice and heat my back and just listen to the silence for a couple of days. And try not to go bonkers in the process.
So unless you ate accidentally live slug for breakfast or you peed yourself in public yesterday, consider your day much better than mine.
After staying up waaaay too late, I got up at 4 to get sarah and the girls off to Calgary. She stayed here with me because it's closer to the airport (I'm in Hixon at my parents' house). I went out to check my van because we were afraid that a light had been left on last night--it had not, but I left the keys in it like a dumbass. turned to the kill-the-battery-position and then left them there for close to an hour.
We get outside with the girls to leave and my fucking van wouldn't start. Igo tearing around the house and get dad's Jeep keys, start the jeep--thinking that surely he has jumper cables or we can drive it if we have to. I can't get the back doors unlocked for some reason, so i get out--with it running--and shut the door. as SOON as I shut it, I realised that I had locked it. so now the Jeep is running with the keys locked in it AND the van won't start. Sarah is starting to panic and the girls are getting freaked.
I had to call Daddy and wake him up---3.55 a.m. mountain time. He told me where to find more jeep keys AND that he doesn't have jumper cables here, so I can't jump it off. there are no backseats in the Jeep and it is loaded with tools and stuff. Well, if you know my parents, then you know that means there is only one vehicle left to choose from (techincally, there are three, but the VW Thing isn't running and there's no way in hell I'd drive the 64 1/2 Mustang....that leaves the 15 passenger white Dodge van affectionately known 'round these parts as Big Ugly. It's a leftover from my parents' antique show hauling days and they still use it for camping. I have never driven it before--for good reason.
Sarah and I unloaded her four lead-filled suitcases, along with the biggest jogging stroller on the planet, all the kids' stuff and piled into Big Ugly, which I then proceeded to drive to the airport. My parents' driveway isn't long, but it's got a weird curve, so I always turn around and drive out 'normal' in my own car. Given my luck of the day, I wasn't about to chance turning around--I'm sure I would have hit my van, the house or backed off the edge of the driveway, so with Sarah hanging out one door and me the other, I successfully made it out fhe drive in reverse.Yay for me! Once we got out of the driveway, it was a piece of cake, but my nerves were shot. Got to the airport in plenty of time.
I returned home. Tried my van...it started. I was like, WTF?, but glad that I wouldn't have to bother anyone. Oh, silly Kim, if you'd only known.
I went back in and cleaned up, washed the sheets that we'd used, showered, dressed, packed, etc. Around 10.45 or so I went out and tried the car again--it started. Then, like a complete Simpleton, I turned off the van, plugged my cell phone into the car charger and left the motherfucking side door open. Didn't even cross my feeble mind that I should have left it running.
You can guess what happened next---the damn thing was deader than hell when I went back out. I gave it an hour. Still nothing, so I had to call Aunt Barbara to come jump me off. Bless her heart, she came right over and we managed to get it running. Whew. Off to home.
Or not.
After driving all around southeastern Tennessee, the Check Transmission message started blinking at me and my overdrive light began to flash as I drove down Amnicola Highway. Even a mechanical ignoramous such as myself knew that this was bad. I found a place to pull over, called W. in a panic. He said to check the trans. fluid and add some. (Sidenote--my van had been driving oddly all weekend, but I didn't really put it all together at the time). I made it to a Conoco, which didn't carry the fluid, but I checked my level there and I was almost totally out. Yikes.
Drove a little bit further, praying all the way that the transmission wouldn't just lock up on me. Made it to a Chevron. Bless the lovely man who worked there. He called me "Sunshine" and helped me put the fluid in, check everything. I felt confident that the worst was behind me.
I? am notorious for being inept at judging the future and this? was another example.
I start driving down Amnicola again and get to almost the same exact spot and the frigging transmission light comes on. Fuck me. I managed to pull over and drive up a block or so to an empty parking lot...this involved going up a hill and I wasn't entirely sure I was even going to make it, but I did. I got out and checked. Damn fluid was empty. I looked under the van for the obvious and yes, there where even I, Kim the Automotive Moron, could see it was transmission fluid flowing freely out and making an impressive puddle on the pavement. The black asphalt pavement. The black asphalt pavement that was super heated because it was about 95 degrees outside and there wasn't a lick of shade.
More panicked calls. Clearly I wasn't going anywhere in the van. I'm smart like that. After much, much cursing and such, I had to call Aunt Barbara yet again to come get me. As I waited for her, I got hotter and hotter. I swear I have never sweated so much in my whole entire life. I had sweat rolling down the backs of my legs. Nasty.
To make this incredibly long story a little shorter, I will spare you the details about trying to figure out where to take my car. I knew that the Ford dealership was my last resort because those folks are slow as Christmas and dumber than shit. After calling like a million people that live in and around Chatanooga, friend from high school, David Poe, found me a place to take it, but they didn't advertise transmission work. I was going to call them and see what they suggested, but then my dad remembered that the name of the place where he had the Mustang worked on is called Mr. Transmission. Needless to say, my search for a mechanic was over.
So here I sit in my parents' house with pretty much nothing to do. Car was towed today to Soddy Daisy and will hopefully be repaired cheaply and quickly. I'm just going to stay here until the weekend when the kids get back from their trip out West with Mom and Dad. And I'll probably be driving the Jeep home, which makes my back and knee hurt just thinking about it--stick shift, no frills, three hour trip. Ugh.
I have been to Walgreens and bought mascara and lipstick because they were on sale. Had a prescription for Tramadol transferred here so I won't be forced to go seek out drug dealers w/ Percocet or Demerol downtown. I'm going to ice and heat my back and just listen to the silence for a couple of days. And try not to go bonkers in the process.
So unless you ate accidentally live slug for breakfast or you peed yourself in public yesterday, consider your day much better than mine.
Labels: dumb shit I do, my life, pictures, ramble, rant, travel
Summer Is Here, I Will Be Soon, Really.
3 Comments Published by Kimmah on Monday, June 02, 2008 at 7:08 PM.
Ugh. Just super-duper overwhelmed with life. I have been a bad cyberfriend and I apologize profusely. I am just not good at dealing with stress sometimes, and that manifests itself in hermitlike behavior.
I am currenly in Chattanooga helping a friend pack and move for the summer. I'll be home in a couple of days and I hope to be refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of being kimtastic.
I am currenly in Chattanooga helping a friend pack and move for the summer. I'll be home in a couple of days and I hope to be refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of being kimtastic.
Labels: I suck
I'm Still Not Dead..But I May Kill Someone
0 Comments Published by Kimmah on Thursday, May 08, 2008 at 7:50 PM.
It was a funky, mystery virus. The bloodwork didn't pick up anything except that I have evidently had parvo in the past---wouldn't you know it? I have had the dog disease. How typical. My blood sugar was really low--64 at around 4 in the afternoon after a full day of eating. I have to keep an eye on that and watch my carbs and such because when I eat them it causes my blood sugar to spike and then drop way too low.
Enough of the boring health shit. Who am I going to kill? Well, there's a fairly long list comprised almost exclusively of senior boys. I cannot wait for this year to be over. I've done it to myself--I've let them play around and we joke and really have a very good relationship as far as teacher-senior goes. But because they are 17/18 and male, they can't self-monitor, so I give a foot or two and they take a frigging mile and a half. I totally lost it today and told them exactly what I thought. I yelled, which I rarely do, and I told them I was tired of them acting like jerks and being rude and most of all talking while I was trying to explain something. It was the quietest the room had been all semester. Of course that made them a bit subdued (to say the least), so I had to really work the room in order to get them back on track. On the plus side, two of them apologized for their mouthiness and we did laugh a lot while they were doing their improv scenes. It's just time for them to graduate. As one of the guys said, I've had them in class for at least an hour and a half a day all school year and 11 of them I've had for three hours a day since January. That is enough to make anyone crazy.
I love my job, but I could never do it if there wasn't a generous summer break.
Enough of the boring health shit. Who am I going to kill? Well, there's a fairly long list comprised almost exclusively of senior boys. I cannot wait for this year to be over. I've done it to myself--I've let them play around and we joke and really have a very good relationship as far as teacher-senior goes. But because they are 17/18 and male, they can't self-monitor, so I give a foot or two and they take a frigging mile and a half. I totally lost it today and told them exactly what I thought. I yelled, which I rarely do, and I told them I was tired of them acting like jerks and being rude and most of all talking while I was trying to explain something. It was the quietest the room had been all semester. Of course that made them a bit subdued (to say the least), so I had to really work the room in order to get them back on track. On the plus side, two of them apologized for their mouthiness and we did laugh a lot while they were doing their improv scenes. It's just time for them to graduate. As one of the guys said, I've had them in class for at least an hour and a half a day all school year and 11 of them I've had for three hours a day since January. That is enough to make anyone crazy.
I love my job, but I could never do it if there wasn't a generous summer break.
Labels: health, teaching, work stuff
