Oh, and I got a new desk
Gary left this morning. As we speak he is somewhere in Minnesota, getting ready for his ice fishing tournament. I'm a little lonely. Time always seem to move slower when he isn't around. I find myself walking in circles around the house. I'm hoping to get a lot done this weekend, without him here to distract me. But that's my hope every weekend, and it rarely works out. There's already snow on the ground and more on the way. I can't tell you the last time I actually shovelled snow. Let alone anything as long as my driveway.
I have a fun filled day of Boy Scout pinewood derby racing ahead of me. I'm really excited about that. There's nothing I like better than feeling uncomfortable in a room full of strangers. I can't even take work with me because almost everything I have to do needs a computer. I'm thinking a laptop might be in my near future.
I'm looking forward to Saturday night, though. I'll be hanging out with my girls and all our children. We're attempting to share digital pics with each other while we munch on panini sandwiches and the kids chase each other.
I'm a little bit miserable because my tooth hurts. I think the dentist was a tad too rough because my gums and tongue are sore. My jaw is sore, too. I hope its not an infection or anything.
I always feel bad when i don't blog for a while, and then finally write one that is boring. I'm usually better when I write every day. I've thought about it every day, and even started a few entries,but never get around to finishing.
Want to know what you missed?
Bellydancing. Not what we expected when we signed up for the class, but still very fun. I'm convinced that bellydancing is for fat people to show off their voluptous bodies.
Observations. The big one is coming up. Little ones in practice until then. Imagine cramming all my student teaching requirements into one day, one observation and two interviews. That's what I have coming up and the only reason I'm not freaking out is because I've been too busy.
Report cards. Parent teacher conferences. Tutoring classes, teaching two and setting up another. Wasteful inservice meetings. Grant writing. IEP meetings.
Selling our house. Not selling our house. Building a new house. Not building, just buying another one. Or not. Boxes maybe packed.
Hermit crabs. One dead and replaced within 24 hours. Two that mostly do nothing except look grotesque when they finally manage to come out of their shell a little.
I feel distracted, like when I was pregnant and couldnt even finish a thought. When I do stop to think, my brain choo choos along, tallying all the things it could have done better. It'll calm eventually. One day I'll even look back on this time and fondly recall it. Maybe.
I have a fun filled day of Boy Scout pinewood derby racing ahead of me. I'm really excited about that. There's nothing I like better than feeling uncomfortable in a room full of strangers. I can't even take work with me because almost everything I have to do needs a computer. I'm thinking a laptop might be in my near future.
I'm looking forward to Saturday night, though. I'll be hanging out with my girls and all our children. We're attempting to share digital pics with each other while we munch on panini sandwiches and the kids chase each other.
I'm a little bit miserable because my tooth hurts. I think the dentist was a tad too rough because my gums and tongue are sore. My jaw is sore, too. I hope its not an infection or anything.
I always feel bad when i don't blog for a while, and then finally write one that is boring. I'm usually better when I write every day. I've thought about it every day, and even started a few entries,but never get around to finishing.
Want to know what you missed?
Bellydancing. Not what we expected when we signed up for the class, but still very fun. I'm convinced that bellydancing is for fat people to show off their voluptous bodies.
Observations. The big one is coming up. Little ones in practice until then. Imagine cramming all my student teaching requirements into one day, one observation and two interviews. That's what I have coming up and the only reason I'm not freaking out is because I've been too busy.
Report cards. Parent teacher conferences. Tutoring classes, teaching two and setting up another. Wasteful inservice meetings. Grant writing. IEP meetings.
Selling our house. Not selling our house. Building a new house. Not building, just buying another one. Or not. Boxes maybe packed.
Hermit crabs. One dead and replaced within 24 hours. Two that mostly do nothing except look grotesque when they finally manage to come out of their shell a little.
I feel distracted, like when I was pregnant and couldnt even finish a thought. When I do stop to think, my brain choo choos along, tallying all the things it could have done better. It'll calm eventually. One day I'll even look back on this time and fondly recall it. Maybe.
posted by Mrs.B at 3:39 PM
5 Comments:
Pinewood Derby can be a real hoot - the kids are sooooo excited. See if they need a judge or a timer - it's fun. I've always loved it.
R
You are never boring. So are you selling your house or not selling your house?
I helped out at the first derby. Now everything is computerized and very organized. The cars got much more professional looking this year, too. No trophies for us.
The looming date is spring for putting the house up for sale. Today, we are definately selling. Ask me again tomorrow.
How did Gary get into ice fishing? That sounds interesting. Does he sit in a little hut out on the ice?
Um, those are called shanties, not huts, and yes, sitting out in the freezing cold for hours in the hopes of a little tug on your line is absolutely fascinating.
Yes to the matching siding and yards. We'll all be barfing.
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