I’m teaching cardio recovery time in school right now…seems a relevant term. I did take a nap last night…a 20-minute mom power nap. You know what I’m talking about. Chaos reigns about you, people talk to you and you answer, and it’s only 20 minutes long, but somehow that’s enough to keep you going. I even graded a bunch of stuff and didn’t watch the lousy stuff on TV and DVD…and went to bed at the normal time. That was unfortunate, because the girlchild had to get up early to go watch someone else’s soccer game (I can’t explain that…they’re not even her friends…just a team her daddy is temporarily coaching because the coach is out of town). I already feel like I need another nap. Sad but true. My recovery time after a week of school is long because I had those two weeks off. It will get better over the next few weeks, but today I feel like I’ve been through the wringer.
Went to see this movie…
which was OK but not that great. I liked the dog character the best. I spent a lot of time being startled by the zombie people jumping out of dark spaces and scaring the crap outta me.
The bathroom was strange…
Are those flowers or amoeba? Either seems strange for a bathroom light fixture. I can’t say I don’t like them…and yet I can’t say that I do. Yes, I know you think it’s strange that I keep showing you movie theater and restaurant bathrooms, but I’m fascinated by them. Maybe I’m doing research on painting my own bathroom, which has been in its wallpaper-half-removed state for at least 7 years. You never know. It might become a priority.
My glasses still haven’t been fixed, so I still have recurring headaches. The optician said those should have stopped, so I guess I’ll have to blame something else for the recurring headaches (job stress, high pressure weather systems, the GLASSES). Sorry.
Maybe I could blame the dogs.
My parents’ dog, Missy is on the left. My little wench is on the right, Ivy. Missy’s psychotic look is caused by two differently colored eyes…and by the fact that she is in fact minorly psychotic. When she’s here, I spend most of my time yelling at both dogs to keep them from chasing cats or killing each other in some jealous toy dispute, or taking them out to pee. Missy is scared of the dark, which makes nighttime voiding interesting. My dad claims she has no problem at his house, but here, she is a little chicken. Mine gets so distracted by Missy’s presence that she forgets to tell me she needs to pee and does it wherever she is. Both traits are annoying. This morning, I just put them outside for a good long hour, so the cats could wander the house and I could get breakfast done etc…Ivy responded by digging up a plant. When I was on the stationary bike this morning, they kept standing right at the outside edge of the pedals, and I kept hitting one part or another part of a dog as I was biking, so that was also irritating.
I think I found the reason for my headache. You know what they’re both doing right now? Sleeping. Bastards.
I was trying…very HARD…to teach one-point perspective in art class this week. I only have these kids for another 2 weeks, and then I get a new batch to train. It’s hard to teach things that you know intuitively but have never really been taught yourself. Plus, I was doing my version on the whiteboard with a yardstick, which was not the easiest method in the world. And kids in later classes thought running their fingers through the pen and erasing bits was fun. I hate that about whiteboards. This really isn’t a great picture…
They wanted me to teach them how to do stairs too, so I had to kind of think about that. And bumps in the checkerboard and holes in the floors. Some of them are very creative and get it right away, and some are like lumps of rock…I can’t get through because they’ve stopped listening…they just repeat “I can’t do it…I can’t do it…” My daughter used to be one of the I can’t-ers, but I trained her out of it. She rarely says it now. Drives me crazy when they pull that lame excuse out…or it’s twin, “I don’t get it”. Don’t get what? How to follow instructions? How to do exactly what the teacher is doing? How to TRY it before you whine about it?
Oh yeah. It was a good week at school. I won’t even mention the parent issues. I’m about to go find a job where there are no people involved.
On the fabric front, I did set up my mom’s machine on my table.
OK, I didn’t actually do anything but move it there and take the cover off of it. It’s not even plugged in. I’m a little scared of it, intimidated by all those buttons. I think I might use two of them (straight and zigzag). I don’t think mine will be back until after the long weekend. Sucks.
What cracks me up is my mom has this super fancy machine (actually, this is the lower end model that she has…this is the one I’m supposed to get sometime, whenever I admit to wanting it)…and there’s this thread on it…
19 cents for a spool of thread. Probably from Grandma’s stash. And she’s using it. OK. I’m scared of what I will find when she dies. I suspect the task of going through all her sewing stuff will be daunting.
So I have an hour or so to kill until errand time. I’m going to make a fresh cup of tea and iron some fabric together. I’m going to take some pain pills for the headache first. I’m going to ignore the 4 final exams I have to write this weekend (I did the study guide already…I’m feeling OK about that). I’m going to put on some loud music, because it’s just me and the cats…and the dogs…and the fish…
Scary monsters hide in beer…
January 12, 2008 at 12:14 pm |
They only hide in stout, and only in mine.