Kathy Nida

I opened WordPress and there’s all this weird shit on the page now. I don’t know what I did. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe that computer geek who’s always futzing with my stuff did this. I just don’t know. Maybe I’m not even posting on MY blog. Maybe this is SOME OTHER Kathy Nida’s blog and I’m messing with her shit instead.

In my head, I am counting down the school days to vacation. The students were awesome, silent, amazingly good, for two and a half days. And then they weren’t. It’s OK. I reveled in the two and a half days, all the while waiting for the shizzle to hit the fizzle. Or whatever. (11 days)

On the home front, I made more balls. As a middle-school teacher, the word balls always makes me giggle, because hey…it would make my students giggle and why the heck shouldn’t it make me giggle too. Balls. I just needed to get some stuff out of my system creatively, and so I rolled up some more yarn and slapped the last of my roving on them, and wrapped them up in another lovely pantihose…

And washed their butts off. And here they are, a little lopsided, but ready to be stitched.

These are MINE girlchild. MINE. Get thee grasping hands away from your momma’s balls.

I bought soap online. One might wonder why I would buy soap online. I am allergic to almost every soap in existence. I finally, about 10 years ago, with the help of a dermatologist, found a soap that doesn’t give me rashes on my neck and face, and that’s all I use. So it would make sense in my existence that all of a sudden I would no longer be able to purchase said soap. I haven’t been able to find it at my local Von’s for ages. I tried Rite Aid, no luck. CVS, dream on. I found it once last year and bought like 3 of them from the local Albertson’s, where they were actually Locked Up in a cabinet and it took two employees and 14 keys to get out the soap. This is not expensive soap. It does not have gold leaf in it. I do not understand. This time, no luck. I bought some Aveeno and promptly started to itch as I unwrapped it and smelled it. So I went online. And I Googled (no, brother of mine, I did not use Microsoft to find said soap). And wonder of wonders, Amazon carries my soap. In bulk. This is probably 2 years’ worth…

But it makes me HAPPY. And I am glad to pay for it once now and then two year’s from now when I have forgotten from whence it came, my 53 readers can remind me.

As I was taking the last picture, I noticed the pile of weird crap on my bathroom counter…

That is a black paper crown, a set of clippers, a larger set of pruners, a cartoon guide to chemistry, a variety of pretty smelly things that people have gifted me, and my daughter’s barrette. Oh, and a piece of ceramic art from when I used to be allowed out of the house to do such things. Yeah. Someone needs to clean my house.

I meant to mention the wedding I attended on Saturday, because it was a cool idea and there were some nice moments. I like how the cake matched the wall…

And I like how the groom wrote and sang a song to his bride. We should all be so lucky. The rest of it was wedding-like, which is not something I generally enjoy, but it was in a cool-looking nightclub and the people were nice, so it was OK. In normal post-divorce fashion, I wish them good luck. I know you’re supposed to say congratulations, but I look at marriage now with a healthy amount of terror and nausea (which may go away some day), so I stick with what I know they need, and lots of it.