We have two alarm systems at school--one for the high school and one for the middle school. I hate the middle school alarm--it takes FOREVER--and I don't know the code, so I have to use my cheat sheet. I got to work today and turned off the high school alarm as usual and went to my room to get my m.s. code. Well, that was a doomed attempt. As soon as I walked in to my room, I was assaulted by the piles upon piles of stuff that had to be dealt with--Halloween stuff everywhere, craft stuff out from mask projects in elementary school classes...just overwhelming. Soooo, I forgot to get the code and turn off the alarm.

Unless someone goes into the m.s., this isn't an issue, but naturally this was the day that I decided to go unpack a box of novels that I've had about a month just sitting in the floor. And they go in the book room in the m.s., so off I go to unpack. Never even thought about the silent alarm alerting sonitrol, who in turn notified the sheriff's departmet, who in turn notified the principal. My first sign that something was amiss was Mrs. Cook peering into my classroom and asking Jay if he'd been out in the middle school. As soon as she said it, I knew what I'd done. Talk about embarrassing. Then I had to explain to the deputy that I'm an idiot.

So, this week, I will be memorizing the middle school alarm code to avoid further incident. In all my spare time, of course.

Labels: dumb shit I do, work stuff

I can make just about anything costume-wise when needed. Once a year, I put my parents $40K+ spent on my tuition at UT for my theatre arts degree to use and do up the kids for Halloween and/or haunted houses. Sometimes, though, I have a bit of a brain fart. Pictoral evidence provided. The worst part? Jay told me that the peace symbol had another line and I totally blew him off. Normally I'd check that sort of thing, but it was late, I was tired and all my good paint brushes were at school (hence the ragged ass looking circle).

I redeemed myself on Five's Swine Flu costume. Have to get some pictures to post of that one. And pictures of the skeleton zombie and dead scarecrow will follow. I guess even the best have to falter from time to time.

Labels: domestic gone wrong, holidays, I suck, kids

After two days of 8 hrs + at work, 4.5 inch heels on boots (or, ugh, booties) are officially your limit. I don't care how cute they are or how much they get your butt off your thighs, when you can't move your toes at the end of the day, moderation has to be considered.

They are sooooooo awesome, though. Seriously awesome. I just need to doctor up the insides a bit and then wear them on shorter work days. And NOT on bowling practice days. That will make it all better, no?

Labels: fashion

Just clearing off the cobwebs on the blog...that, my friends, is the most domestic shit I've done in like months. I've become this weird useless sluglike creature who resides on her couch with a laptop on one leg and the remote on the other. It would somewhat acceptable if I was generating anything of literary worth whatsoever, but I'm not--I have a million plus chips in Zynga poker, some kick-ass houses on Yoville and I am a Boss in NYC on Mafia Wars, plus some weird levels in Cuba and Moscow that I couldn't begin to name. Add on all the comments, likes, and stupid quizzes I have taken and it's safe to say that I could have written a novel with the total number of characters entered on Facebook in the past year. That? Is unacceptable.

So now I think I'll just blog and talk to myself since anyone that read here has long since given up. I'm back to square one...a little depressing since I've been blogging for years and more years before most people even knew what the damn word meant. Oh, how the mighty have fallen...ROFLMAO!

Labels: bloggish, Facebook, lazy

I honestly did not believe that I would feel this much better post-op. Once you've hurt non-stop for a certain period of time, you forget what it's like to be 'normal'. I don't remember anything in the recovery room other than hearing a nurse say, 'dilaudid', but when I returned to my room and woke up, the first thing I said was, 'I don't hurt anymore'. It is unbelievable the difference.

Today I'm more stiff and sore, which is to be expected considering what was done, but it is like a nagging stiff neck/muscle ache not a blinding, life-altering pain that can't be contained. HUGE difference. I can't even put it into words.

I'm camping out at MIL's for the rest of this week to rest and recover. I feel much better than I expected, so I can totally see myself going home and overdoing stuff. If I'm here, I don't have a choice but to sit around and do nothing. I think I'm going to go home and get some pictures or something to sort out, though, to help stave off the boredom.

Now that this ugly chapter of life is behind me, maybe I can actually blog again. Typing isn't causing shooting pains in my arms or making my triceps burn, so it looks promising :-).

Thanks again for all the well-wishes. I appreciate them so very much!!

Labels: neck stuff

Thank God--I couldn't have survived another day. Not one more. I'm about to head out to the hospital.

My personal life has imploded around me, but I really feel like to day is the beginning something really GOOD. I just have to get through this week--it's going to suck, but it can't possibly be as bad as the past month (or five years).

Labels: neck stuff

at this point, the thought of a nice dose of versed is about all that's keeping me sane and out of the ER. gonna be a looooong weekend, but i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, thank god!

Labels: neck stuff

I've hadba highbrolerance for pain for years-this i knew. after awhile you just make it work. this pain, though, goes nowhere. lortab takes the edge off of it, but that's it. many nights and wraky mornings it's at an 8 on the pain scale. after I've worked too much or have to ride in a car the pain intensifies to a 9 bordering a 10. I don't scream, but I do yell. nothing abates it. suuddenly I have a new appreciation and empathy for those people who live with chronic pain. I'm lucky that mine can probaby be diminished if not totally eradicated. that is such a blessing. I can't live like this much longer.

Labels: neck stuff

when I scheduled surgery, it seemed like a lifetime away. now that I'm off work, the shoulder and arm don't hurt as much, so time doesn't seem as interminable. I just have to take it easy and not wear myself out. I'm not gonna get everything done, but I am making progress. sadly no one would be able to tell other than me considering the disreputable state of every room, but it's a victory in my brain anyway.

my right arm is noticeably smaller run my left. when did this happen? is the erosion of muscle what is causing this ungodly pain that no amount of lortab can diminish? I don't know, but I cannot wait to start PT and workout postop. I just haven't had the energy to so much of anything in soooooo long. gonna measure when I find my tale measure. it's going to be depressing.

on a positive note, I ordered stuff to wear around after surgery from old navy. three camis, couple of tops and a pair of yoga pants. why is it that I'm a medium or large on top (I try to avoid skin tight, so I size up. I'm. little old for the cut of most old navy tops) and an xl on bottom? old navy pants depress me, LOL. the cami colors are fabulous. I may order a couple more.

Labels: neck stuff

frankly, I don't think I can make it and maintain my sanity. I have, at least, figured out that I simply can't sleep lying down anywhere close to flat. After having a good cry and a full Lortab (I'd been taking a half ever two hours instead of a full one every four hours), I have realized that I'm going to have to come up with a better plan than sitting my dead, slug ass on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. It's becoming pretty obvious that I'm NOT going to be able to work as much as I had hoped on my summer school contract, so I'm going to get on the phone and see what kind of solution I can come up with at work and then call the surgeon's office and see if we can rethink the date. The sooner I get this behind me, the better. And then some.

This week isn't optional, though, at least not thru Thursday, so I'm going to get up and get it underway so I can wrap up this year from Hell and focus on different ways to eradicate the horror from my memory. Step one? Finish getting my grades done and get my classroom cleared out.

Labels: neck stuff