lucky

5.8.12

 

5.8.12

I am unbelievably lucky.  I go to work each day, walk through the door and it doesn’t feel like work.  Every day I get to do a job that cracks me up, a job that I absolutely adore. I get to have a blast Monday through Friday – and I get paid for it.

I think I knew I wanted to teach as early as kindergarten.  If you ask any of my friends I would bet a million bucks that they would support that statement.  Don’t get me wrong, there are days that getting out of bed is the last thing I want to do.  There are days where the shoe tying, the crying, the whining, and the boogers make me want to throw things. 

But then there are the days where one of my kids, on his way to put away his overflowing writer’s notebook, randomly exclaims “look Grommet, we’ve got cheese!”  Then there are the days where in the middle of silent reading; a six year old cracks up at the funny part of a book.  Then there are the days that you are on the brink, the absolute brink of throwing things because you are juggling too many things.  Pretending not to worry or think or stress about too many things – and something like this shows up on your desk.

I am unbelievably lucky.

drive like a dan

5.7.12

1. drive like a dan

the act of driving like a fucktard. Usually involves crashing into lamp posts outside of Green Hope, clapping to songs while taking turns, and looking ugly; anyone who sucks terrible balls at driving.

Hey Alex, weren't you in the car with Dan? yeah he hit that pole. He drives like a dan. Dude don't drive like a dan.

-Urban Dictionary

5.7.12

My brothers taught me how to drive.  My old man had a few trips when I needed to hit the actual road, my mother wanted nothing to do with it, but my brothers were all about it.  I practiced parking in the driveway.  I learned to use my mirrors like a ninja, and with the exception of the speed limit, I now follow all the rules of the road.  “Don’t drive like a girl Kate, it’s the worst thing you could do”.  I can’t quite remember Michael’s exact words to me in the parking lot of the Walpole school as he was teaching me to conquer hills without burning the clutch like the pits of Tartarus; and I’m sure it was much more offensive – but the lesson was clear.  I was not allowed to drive like a “*&%#tard”

I drive too fast.  I am super impatient.  I talk to the cars around me in frustration as if they can hear me, and as if it will do me any good.  I have stopped throwing my hands in the air when I’m angered by stupid drivers, but really only because it could be the parents of one of my students, and that would be bad.  While all this is true, I also use my blinker when changing lanes.  I check my blind spot often.  I pay attention to the flow of traffic around me, and if someone is riding my arse (after the initial anger has worn off) I do my best to get out of their way.  I also stay on my side of the road, because frankly – and I suppose I could be wrong here – I feel that’s probably the most important rule.  I admittedly take the speed limit as a suggestion, but those yellow lines are something we should pay attention to.  I live in an area where most people drive like dans, but I would be interested to know when the meaning of a double solid yellow line went the way of the dodo.

wknd

5.5.12

5.5.12

I like beer.  I generally lean towards the IPAs – but I have found a few exceptions to that rule.  Abita Purple Haze for example is out of this world.  There was a time where the taste was off a bit (my theory is that they added raspberry flavoring as opposed to the usual raspberry puree) but they are back on track.  GMills has me hooked on Franziskaner when I’m in need of a hefe, and a Kirin or a Sapporo sometimes just hits the spot.  I try to follow a no brewskis during the week rule – but this week it just wasn’t happening.  I at least attempted to drink as many varieties as possible.

5.6.12

5.6.12

It is beautiful outside. I need half and half (surprise surprise) and I don’t feel like driving. 

TGIF

5.4.12

 5.4.12

Some weeks are longer than others.  I know I know, every week has 7 days and thus they are all the same length blah blah blah.  I don’t care what line of work you’re in – some weeks are just longer than others.  This week we had two days of indoor recess, followed by two days of collision-tastic, puddle ridden blacktop recess, all while approaching a full moon.  This was the kind of week where Friday happy hour couldn’t come soon enough, and was destined to last a lot longer than its moniker allows.  I heart us big time.

Nice Stems

5.3.12

 5.3.12

everyone has something they do to clear their head.  some people meditate. others read.  some turn to ‘natural’ remedies to sift through the bullcorn and get back to the closest thing to normal.  for me – it’s stairs.  early morning practices when we would run laps on the bleachers…my favorite.  today I settled for slippery stadium seating.  it’s raining. I could use some sun.

i make poor decisions.

5.2.12

 5.2.12

The worst is when I know I’m in the process of making a poor decision.  The consequences are clear and obvious.  There is no predicting what will happen, it is a matter of knowing.  If I do X, I will then have to deal with Y - plain and simple. Why is it then, that knowing that Y almost always sucks, I am still making poor decisions?  Who has two thumbs and is a glutton for punishment? this girl.

Procrastination

 5.1.12

Honest to goodness. It’s an art form.  This should have been done last night, but the Rangers were playing the Capitals and I was not getting anything done during that game.  I didn’t have duty today – so that leaves 30 minutes mid afternoon I could have finished it.  NOPE! I would much rather spend my time shooting the bull with the rest of the crew (keeps us “sane” dontcha know)  PE…right right I’ll finish during PE.  No. No I won’t, because during PE I’m stopping four kids from crying, making two go to the nurse for itchy heads and making a cup of coffee to get through the last few hours of the day. 

5.1.12

It is now 9 o’clock.  I have gone for a run, picked up some groceries I don’t really need, done three loads of laundry I desperately need; AND I have mopped the floor.  I HAVE MOPPED THE FLOOR! I haven’t mopped the floor in ages.  This thing is due yesterday.  Must get writing…mmm beer.