So... today is my birthday, and Jessie's. We're 26 today. I woke up early after my aunt sent a happy birthday text. It was good timing, because I didn't want to sleep in too much or I'd regret it going back to the bus schedule tomorrow at 5am.
I got up and sewed a bit- I've been meaning to finish the couch slipcover and today the machine was finally calling me- sounded like a fun thing to do. I sewed most of the morning- it's a bit of a pain because I'm making sure to overcast all the edges so they won't fray later and ruin the whole thing. It needs to survive many washings in the future with puppies cuddling on the couch as much as they do.
Jamie got up and then we went to lunch at a local restaurant. It was funny, we got in the car, he drove one block and pulled in to the place- we could have walked. We'd never been there, and I doubt we'll go back, but my portabello (apparently any spelling version is acceptable) sandwich was good. It had the mushroom, cheese, I forget which kind, bean sprouts (I took some off, didn't need a mountain of them, jeez!), artichoke hearts, and then a mayonaise with something mixed in. It leaked juice out the bottom as I ate it but I thought it tasted great, and that's probably because I love mushrooms. The fact that it gets so big you can cook it like a burger or steak is absolutely awesome to me. That troll in Zangarmarsh has no idea how much I'd like to live there!
After lunch we went to the store to look for some new jeans. All my better-looking jeans have now developed holes in the left knee and I can't get away with wearing them to work forever. Eventually the hole won't be small enough to overlook :P But that store sucked. All the jeans were ugly! Who is buying these ugly mud-colored things? It's bad enough that you can barely find a pair or denim pants that aren't pre-ripped-up, but then you do and it looks like you've gone traipsing through the sewers instead. Ugh! So went to another store and the pants were better there, we actually found a few that I liked, but I suppose my size- a 16 in girls (depending on the brand) or a 5-7 women's (what a range, sewing is easier!) is pretty common. We couldn't find anything that fit right. So we'll continue exercising- since I felt guilty that I've been sort of slack and it shows- and we'll go to the other big store this weekend.
I have a bicycle coming in the mail, I'm so excited, its just the one I want- we had to order it online because they took it out of the stores! I'm glad I got it now or they might have stopped selling them all together. It has all the things I want- skinny tires, fenders, a chain guard, a rack. And it's pretty. The male version with the nearly horizontal top tube is a gorgeous sort of sparkly brown, but the step-through female version is still a pretty sort of cream color. We'll have to assemble it and that is planned for the weekend too, and Dad said he'd love to help me, so that sounds like a great weekend to me so far!
We had spaghetti for dinner, and my cake today was white, with cream cheese frosting (that has to be my favorite kind- not too sweet but so delicious) and it was split in half with a layer of sliced bananas and whipped cream in the middle. I love bananas. It was so tasty. The avacado icing yesterday was super good, but bananas will top that everyday for me, in any form. I'm pretty sure they are my favorite food. We had a visit from Jamie's uncle too, and that was really cool and unexpected.
After dinner I went back to sewing. I was doing the first cushion, and all of a sudden, I thought I had smashed my thumb under the sewing arm. I do that sometimes when I'm guiding the fabric, usually it's my right hand because the twisty thing that secures the needle sticks out. No. This was my left thumb. I guess I yelled when I thougth it smashed me. I will yell ouch periodically when I stab myself with a pin, no big deal, but then I looked and saw the black thread sticking out of my thumb, and went "UMMM..." and Jamie came running. He said he didn't know if could have done this: but I guess I very calmly snipped the thread, and pulled it out one side, then looked at it to see what exactly I did. It didn't bleed for a while, enough for me to see where it cracked the nail, and the hole on the other side. It ached a bit, but not bad at all, like I might have smashed it in a drawer or door. I'm sure it did get mashed pretty well, the needle goes down pretty far.
It started bleeding out of the nail when I was in the bathroom getting the first aid kit, and Jamie wanted me to call my aunt, who is an ER nurse. It's been a very long time since I hurt myself, come to think of it. I was pretty sure neosporin and a bandaid, but we called. I had it in ice water, thinking it would stop the bleeding as well as the ache. She said warm soapy water so it got clean, so we switched. But yes, clean it and bandage, that's all there is to it. I'm pretty sure tomorow will be a ton worse than today, so I've put a good sturdy set-up onto my thumb. I don't want to have to do anything to it if I don't need to. One over the wound, one to wrap around and keep the first secure, and then for good measure, one wrapped around to close the gaps and make sure no dirt can get in there.
I can't believe I sewed my thumb. At least now I know how it can happen. I always sort of wondered how you end up doing it. Now I know- you don't realize you were in the way until its already done. And no, it doesn't hurt that bad. So when in doubt- don't fight with a sewing machine- it will win.
But still, I'm sitting here and this has been a good day- my thumb doesn't even really hurt right now, and at least it's on my left hand even.
Oh! And I got a candle. It smells nice. I think it said egyptian cotton on it, but it's just nice.
Happy birthday to me!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
this was a happy saturday
I am sitting right now in my footy pajamas. I must say, they are one of the most comfortable articles of clothing I own. If it's not too hot to wear them, they are simple, cozy, soft, keep out the drafts like pants and socks will let in... I love them. Jamie did so awesome to spot them that night in the store.
Anyway, I haven't felt much like writing lately, which was weird. This week felt like it crawled by, Friday took so long to get here, and today wasn't long enough, even though I got sleepy at 9 like usual. I slept in til 11 so I'm surprised a little that I'd just like to curl up around my dog with my hubby curled around me. That's such a fun word. Hubby. Like cubby. Bubbly. Grubby. Tubby! The grubby Aimee had to get in the bubbly tubby. Heehee. Yeah...
I had to get mean for the bus kids this week. They have slowly been getting more and more... rambunctious? out of control? They get too loud and get in the aisle, and even when I remind them to keep it down and sit up straight and such, they might fix it for a second and then go right back to the way they were. So I threatened and I warned, and they didn't believe me I guess. I made no secret of the referral I wrote on a girl, though of course I didn't tell them who got it.
She was being nitpicky towards a boy, but really when I watched the tape, he was doing nothing wrong towards her. She was nonseriously doing things like trying to get his hand off the back of the seat by stabbing at them with a pencil. That sounds bad, but really she wasn't trying to hit him with it. Still, it could turn into a bad situation if I had to slam on the brakes (my most common method of something theoretially causing a bad situation) and then she first would slam into the seat since she's backwards, and second rebound and injure either him who she was aiming at, or maybe herself if she landed on the pencil.... plus that's a mean thing to do anyway. So she was antagonizing the little boy and he wasn't retaliating at all, which impressed me a lot. And then when he went to get off the bus, she was annoyed at him again I guess, and the reason I had the tape pulled in the first place, was because he tripped. I asked him how he fell (he obviously was not injured, it was a slow kind of fall) he said he thought she tripped him. Darned if she didn't stick that bright white sneaker right in the crook of his foot to catch him! And she lied to me about it, of course. That irks me more than the incident, I hate that so much.
So she gets written up with a verbal warning about the inappropriate actions towards others and sitting improperly, and her mom gets a phone call. Not very serious, but I hope her mom reams her one. This is a girl with a princess notion that thinks she's better than everyone else. I hate that every time I remind her to do something like sit up straight like everyone else, her first reaction is to deny, with a very loud annoying whine, that she wasn't doing anything, as if how dare I imply that she is like every other kid in the aisle, she would never do that. She also has claimed in the past to be of a religious type, and that ticks me off so darned much that she could say that and then be one of the most malicious people on the bus, for a child. What a hypocrite. So anyway, first referral since the few at the beginning of school.
I'm sleepy.
I wonder how it will be to drive in the snow. I'm a cautious driver anyway, but still you can't watch out for everything, there will always be surprises. I'm usually good at things like watching traffic and knowing that this particular jerk is going to cut in front of me and such. One time I knew it would happen but it was still too fast though. I was empty luckily, and when I slammed on the brakes, because I had no other option, I could feel some part of the bus start sliding. I was very proud of myself for recognizing the change in feel as a slide, and I eased off the brakes just enough to get it rolling again to catch traction while still not hitting the creep in front of me, and not freaking out. It angled toward the side of the road where there was a curb, but I kept the wheel straight on the lane and it caught and put me right back forward again. Not sure if that is a good thing to do during a serious slide, but it worked for that. I'd really like to take a bus to a kind of extreme driving class where you could learn how to recover from bad driving situations. I'm sure they have that kind of thing for stunt drivers or something. Anyway, I kept from hitting the jerk and the curb, and then laid on the horn because my next reaction was akin to how dare he make me so freaking scared? What if I had kids on this bus, was he retarded and did he want a however-much ton school bus rammed up his arse? Because loaded buses and semis can't stop on dimes, you know! Even if I could see a dime from so high up :) I'm glad I didn't hit the curb. One of the videos on youtube you can find easily is a front camera inside view of a bus that apparently swerved for some reason, and either jumped or nicked a curb. You can see the students sort of wave as their weight gets shifted to the sides, and then it looks like gravity suddenly shifts to the right, because everyone suddenly falls to the windows- the bus flipped onto its side. And I've seen the ugly accident photos and bus versus train news stories. That kind of thing scares me to death, because I know those could happen so easily to anyone. They drilled it so hard into us at college that safety was so important- you heard about it everywhere. How a fatigued pilot could get tunnel vision. You fixate. That's the famous word. You forget about all the other stuff you should be paying attention to- gauges or airspeed or whatever, because you focus on one thing that seems more important than the rest. A driver fixates on the road ahead maybe, and forgets to check speed, or mirrors. Anyway, the results of making mistakes like that are so vivid, they stick with you, or they did with me. I get nervous around large dump trucks because of the phots they showed us- the bus or maybe the truck was too close to the yellow line, and they met- the back half of one side of the bus was ripped off and there was a huge fire. I'm so careful to check where my students go when they leave that last step out the door, because of the story about the little girl that crawled under the bus after a paper she dropped. The driver ran her over, and crushed her pelvis and everything... its horrible. I don't ever want to do something so bad. I think if I did I would feel awful the rest of my life and quit on the spot.
Anyway, that's depressing to think about now but I'm very careful because of things like that which could happen.
Hard to change topics now.
My birthday is soon, I'm happy for that of course. I have 2 days off and that will nice. I made sure my substitute has good directions, I think. Hope the kids behave.
K I give up. I'm out of gas, ready to stop typing now. :) Hope everyone has a good weekend and Happy Valentine's Day.
Anyway, I haven't felt much like writing lately, which was weird. This week felt like it crawled by, Friday took so long to get here, and today wasn't long enough, even though I got sleepy at 9 like usual. I slept in til 11 so I'm surprised a little that I'd just like to curl up around my dog with my hubby curled around me. That's such a fun word. Hubby. Like cubby. Bubbly. Grubby. Tubby! The grubby Aimee had to get in the bubbly tubby. Heehee. Yeah...
I had to get mean for the bus kids this week. They have slowly been getting more and more... rambunctious? out of control? They get too loud and get in the aisle, and even when I remind them to keep it down and sit up straight and such, they might fix it for a second and then go right back to the way they were. So I threatened and I warned, and they didn't believe me I guess. I made no secret of the referral I wrote on a girl, though of course I didn't tell them who got it.
She was being nitpicky towards a boy, but really when I watched the tape, he was doing nothing wrong towards her. She was nonseriously doing things like trying to get his hand off the back of the seat by stabbing at them with a pencil. That sounds bad, but really she wasn't trying to hit him with it. Still, it could turn into a bad situation if I had to slam on the brakes (my most common method of something theoretially causing a bad situation) and then she first would slam into the seat since she's backwards, and second rebound and injure either him who she was aiming at, or maybe herself if she landed on the pencil.... plus that's a mean thing to do anyway. So she was antagonizing the little boy and he wasn't retaliating at all, which impressed me a lot. And then when he went to get off the bus, she was annoyed at him again I guess, and the reason I had the tape pulled in the first place, was because he tripped. I asked him how he fell (he obviously was not injured, it was a slow kind of fall) he said he thought she tripped him. Darned if she didn't stick that bright white sneaker right in the crook of his foot to catch him! And she lied to me about it, of course. That irks me more than the incident, I hate that so much.
So she gets written up with a verbal warning about the inappropriate actions towards others and sitting improperly, and her mom gets a phone call. Not very serious, but I hope her mom reams her one. This is a girl with a princess notion that thinks she's better than everyone else. I hate that every time I remind her to do something like sit up straight like everyone else, her first reaction is to deny, with a very loud annoying whine, that she wasn't doing anything, as if how dare I imply that she is like every other kid in the aisle, she would never do that. She also has claimed in the past to be of a religious type, and that ticks me off so darned much that she could say that and then be one of the most malicious people on the bus, for a child. What a hypocrite. So anyway, first referral since the few at the beginning of school.
I'm sleepy.
I wonder how it will be to drive in the snow. I'm a cautious driver anyway, but still you can't watch out for everything, there will always be surprises. I'm usually good at things like watching traffic and knowing that this particular jerk is going to cut in front of me and such. One time I knew it would happen but it was still too fast though. I was empty luckily, and when I slammed on the brakes, because I had no other option, I could feel some part of the bus start sliding. I was very proud of myself for recognizing the change in feel as a slide, and I eased off the brakes just enough to get it rolling again to catch traction while still not hitting the creep in front of me, and not freaking out. It angled toward the side of the road where there was a curb, but I kept the wheel straight on the lane and it caught and put me right back forward again. Not sure if that is a good thing to do during a serious slide, but it worked for that. I'd really like to take a bus to a kind of extreme driving class where you could learn how to recover from bad driving situations. I'm sure they have that kind of thing for stunt drivers or something. Anyway, I kept from hitting the jerk and the curb, and then laid on the horn because my next reaction was akin to how dare he make me so freaking scared? What if I had kids on this bus, was he retarded and did he want a however-much ton school bus rammed up his arse? Because loaded buses and semis can't stop on dimes, you know! Even if I could see a dime from so high up :) I'm glad I didn't hit the curb. One of the videos on youtube you can find easily is a front camera inside view of a bus that apparently swerved for some reason, and either jumped or nicked a curb. You can see the students sort of wave as their weight gets shifted to the sides, and then it looks like gravity suddenly shifts to the right, because everyone suddenly falls to the windows- the bus flipped onto its side. And I've seen the ugly accident photos and bus versus train news stories. That kind of thing scares me to death, because I know those could happen so easily to anyone. They drilled it so hard into us at college that safety was so important- you heard about it everywhere. How a fatigued pilot could get tunnel vision. You fixate. That's the famous word. You forget about all the other stuff you should be paying attention to- gauges or airspeed or whatever, because you focus on one thing that seems more important than the rest. A driver fixates on the road ahead maybe, and forgets to check speed, or mirrors. Anyway, the results of making mistakes like that are so vivid, they stick with you, or they did with me. I get nervous around large dump trucks because of the phots they showed us- the bus or maybe the truck was too close to the yellow line, and they met- the back half of one side of the bus was ripped off and there was a huge fire. I'm so careful to check where my students go when they leave that last step out the door, because of the story about the little girl that crawled under the bus after a paper she dropped. The driver ran her over, and crushed her pelvis and everything... its horrible. I don't ever want to do something so bad. I think if I did I would feel awful the rest of my life and quit on the spot.
Anyway, that's depressing to think about now but I'm very careful because of things like that which could happen.
Hard to change topics now.
My birthday is soon, I'm happy for that of course. I have 2 days off and that will nice. I made sure my substitute has good directions, I think. Hope the kids behave.
K I give up. I'm out of gas, ready to stop typing now. :) Hope everyone has a good weekend and Happy Valentine's Day.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
at work
I'm at work with my laptop today. Had a salad with honey mustard which is so tasty. It was a clearance jar, and it's tiny, but sooo good. We didn't have any meat to put on it so I sliced up a hotdog. One link is 130 calories, with 110 from fat. I'll count it as the fat portion for today, obviously. Usually I ignore that one, but I can't respectably call that hotdog a protein, no way. I'll get extra meat at dinner or maybe some powder later.
I'm a day late on this week's workout schedule, but I am determined to do all the workouts, and my rest day will have just been used already. Then I'll be caught up for the new week on Monday. I wasn't feeling well last week. We took the 30 day photos. I can see absolutely no change in myself from day 1 to now. None. I looked really hard, and was even prepared to be optimistic about it (you know, maybe the thigh is a little bit slimmer? type of thing). No go. I actually think I looked chubbier, but the posture wasn't quite the same and the light was paler. I know the scale is not supposed to be any judge of this type of thing, but it had jumped back up to 125 and stayed there- which helped increase my bad feelings and why-do-I-even-bother mentality. Its since got back down the itty-bitty bit back down to 122ish clothed in regular jeans and such. I like that better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to obsessive over this. I'm sure I'm not. But I was very disappointed not to see ANY change for 30 days (ok not really 30, but close!) of work. Hubby has noticeably lost weight. Of course, he has more to lose, so maybe that's why, plus he's male and I always hear the rumor that men lose weight faster and in better areas than women. So that's all.
Meanwhile I'm determined that this month will be better as far as sticking with the diet and schedule. Because really, one hour, sometimes an hour and a half, is not that long to devote into being healthier and hopefully getting a better body out of the deal. The diet is nothing dramatic, its what we've been taught already in grade school. Eat meats, and veggies, eat small several times a day, all that. I don't get ridiculously hungry at odd times of the day anymore, I don't usually have any cravings at all. Even my soda hankering has died down now, and I'll have a diet only when I feel like it, not because a want one. I sort of wanted chocolate during last week, but I knew it wouldn't really make me feel better- I just wanted anything that might do that, not the chocolate itself. And if Hubby had caved in and bought it for me, I'd have felt guilty later for eating it all.
I'm having a really hard time trying to decide what kind of cake to ask for for my birthday. Dump cake? Plain angel food? Hrmm.
I was wondering about the phase plan for this diet. Theoretically, you get one more carb (200 calories) and you replace a meat serving with it. Yay less protein I have to eat! Bread is just plain easier, you know? But then I've never been a big carnivore type.
Anyway, this exchange is going from a fat-shredder phase to an endurance phase. You're supposed to have more energy due to the extra carb, that you "bring it" more and thus get more out of your workouts at this point. Is it not an instantaneous type deal? I had an egg cheese croissantwich at the school one morning, and a regular sandwich for lunch, and didn't feel different. Of course maybe the hormonal deal might have just been overriding everything at that point. But even last night- I had a sub for lunch and a soft taco for dinner. Shouldn't I have felt good during Plyometrics? Instead i felt like the room was stifling hot, and I was getting worn out so easily. Maybe eating slightly off last week threw things into a wack, and I'm still getting back into a rhythm after that? (I remember that word used to give me SO much trouble- rhythm)
I've considered not moving to the next phase, although it would be easier to do. Maybe I'll ask advice of the company staff, they like to help out.
Meanwhile the car broke again, and the idea of coming home to workout earlier in the day between bus routes is now out the window. I'll have to just make sure I DO push play everyday and I'll admit, the 30 day photos looking just like the first day- is a big motivation for me at the moment.
I would talk about other things, but really there's not much else to talk about. I've ordered crates for Grunt and Jackjack, so they can lay in them between when we leave the house and the others wake up and come down. Grunt has been ornery when it comes to marking, or otherwise flooding the tile with yellow. Which is a very odd scenario in my mind, because several times he's done it, he had been taken out just before I left, and he should have known I'd be back in an hour. Now that I've not been able to come home, I'm not sure if he's stopped it, or if I just don't get told about it. I hope the first, but then does that mean I was causing him anxiety by coming home more often and therefor leaving more often? I wonder just how much was Grunt, and how much Jack might have contributed. Of course he never seems to pay attention to scolding, while Grunt appears to wish he could go dig the hole himself so he could crawl in and die if that would appease the angry mommy. He's really pathetic. But I was beyond infuriated at him too.
The car broke. It lost 3rd gear randomly. No loud noise, no weirdness, just I tried to go, and then I realized after a second that it got up to a certain speed, and then just whined higher and didn't go any faster. After a day of driving in second gear slowly back and forth, I got in at 5am and it didn't want to even play that game anymore. I can't blame it.
Um, I haven't finished the couch.
Today is thursday! Know how I know? I got in the bus this morning, turned the key.... and nothing happened. The kids of course are perfectly behaved this morning- if they had wanted to act up, I'm sure the bus wouldn't have. Stupid thursdays. Everything weird happens on Thursday regarding work.
Oh and email and facebook are boring. That is all.
I'm a day late on this week's workout schedule, but I am determined to do all the workouts, and my rest day will have just been used already. Then I'll be caught up for the new week on Monday. I wasn't feeling well last week. We took the 30 day photos. I can see absolutely no change in myself from day 1 to now. None. I looked really hard, and was even prepared to be optimistic about it (you know, maybe the thigh is a little bit slimmer? type of thing). No go. I actually think I looked chubbier, but the posture wasn't quite the same and the light was paler. I know the scale is not supposed to be any judge of this type of thing, but it had jumped back up to 125 and stayed there- which helped increase my bad feelings and why-do-I-even-bother mentality. Its since got back down the itty-bitty bit back down to 122ish clothed in regular jeans and such. I like that better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to obsessive over this. I'm sure I'm not. But I was very disappointed not to see ANY change for 30 days (ok not really 30, but close!) of work. Hubby has noticeably lost weight. Of course, he has more to lose, so maybe that's why, plus he's male and I always hear the rumor that men lose weight faster and in better areas than women. So that's all.
Meanwhile I'm determined that this month will be better as far as sticking with the diet and schedule. Because really, one hour, sometimes an hour and a half, is not that long to devote into being healthier and hopefully getting a better body out of the deal. The diet is nothing dramatic, its what we've been taught already in grade school. Eat meats, and veggies, eat small several times a day, all that. I don't get ridiculously hungry at odd times of the day anymore, I don't usually have any cravings at all. Even my soda hankering has died down now, and I'll have a diet only when I feel like it, not because a want one. I sort of wanted chocolate during last week, but I knew it wouldn't really make me feel better- I just wanted anything that might do that, not the chocolate itself. And if Hubby had caved in and bought it for me, I'd have felt guilty later for eating it all.
I'm having a really hard time trying to decide what kind of cake to ask for for my birthday. Dump cake? Plain angel food? Hrmm.
I was wondering about the phase plan for this diet. Theoretically, you get one more carb (200 calories) and you replace a meat serving with it. Yay less protein I have to eat! Bread is just plain easier, you know? But then I've never been a big carnivore type.
Anyway, this exchange is going from a fat-shredder phase to an endurance phase. You're supposed to have more energy due to the extra carb, that you "bring it" more and thus get more out of your workouts at this point. Is it not an instantaneous type deal? I had an egg cheese croissantwich at the school one morning, and a regular sandwich for lunch, and didn't feel different. Of course maybe the hormonal deal might have just been overriding everything at that point. But even last night- I had a sub for lunch and a soft taco for dinner. Shouldn't I have felt good during Plyometrics? Instead i felt like the room was stifling hot, and I was getting worn out so easily. Maybe eating slightly off last week threw things into a wack, and I'm still getting back into a rhythm after that? (I remember that word used to give me SO much trouble- rhythm)
I've considered not moving to the next phase, although it would be easier to do. Maybe I'll ask advice of the company staff, they like to help out.
Meanwhile the car broke again, and the idea of coming home to workout earlier in the day between bus routes is now out the window. I'll have to just make sure I DO push play everyday and I'll admit, the 30 day photos looking just like the first day- is a big motivation for me at the moment.
I would talk about other things, but really there's not much else to talk about. I've ordered crates for Grunt and Jackjack, so they can lay in them between when we leave the house and the others wake up and come down. Grunt has been ornery when it comes to marking, or otherwise flooding the tile with yellow. Which is a very odd scenario in my mind, because several times he's done it, he had been taken out just before I left, and he should have known I'd be back in an hour. Now that I've not been able to come home, I'm not sure if he's stopped it, or if I just don't get told about it. I hope the first, but then does that mean I was causing him anxiety by coming home more often and therefor leaving more often? I wonder just how much was Grunt, and how much Jack might have contributed. Of course he never seems to pay attention to scolding, while Grunt appears to wish he could go dig the hole himself so he could crawl in and die if that would appease the angry mommy. He's really pathetic. But I was beyond infuriated at him too.
The car broke. It lost 3rd gear randomly. No loud noise, no weirdness, just I tried to go, and then I realized after a second that it got up to a certain speed, and then just whined higher and didn't go any faster. After a day of driving in second gear slowly back and forth, I got in at 5am and it didn't want to even play that game anymore. I can't blame it.
Um, I haven't finished the couch.
Today is thursday! Know how I know? I got in the bus this morning, turned the key.... and nothing happened. The kids of course are perfectly behaved this morning- if they had wanted to act up, I'm sure the bus wouldn't have. Stupid thursdays. Everything weird happens on Thursday regarding work.
Oh and email and facebook are boring. That is all.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
/sigh
So, things have been sort of weird lately.
Thursday was of course weird in a predictable way- something strange always happens on Thursday. If it's not the bus (which is was last week) then its the kids. Bus was fine this week so... I noticed one of the teachers get on the bus ahead of me to talk to the students- I know he's has some issues with behavior lately so i thought nothing of it until I pulled up. She didn't come up, but she did warn me- they were bouncing off the walls today and she wished me good luck with them with a sigh of relief to get rid of them, I'm pretty sure. They were really hyper, and I spent the entire trip constantly using the PA and my raised voice to remind individuals sit sit up out of the aisle, sit DOWN all the way, use the inside voice and quit screaming at each other. This last one is their favorite. They sit right next to each other and scream over each other so they can be the one to have their story heard over the one who was trying to talk first, or who was talking, but purposely won't shut up and let the others have their turn. The back of the bus I don't mind so much, but the ones up front next to my head- those I mind a lot. If my radio has to be turned up all the way so I don't miss a transmission- we've got some problems. But I was in a good mood and had been warned, so other than having to yell more than usual, it was a decent trip. Friday was so much better. And I'm glad my bus didn't break.
So that's one weird thing.
The other involves food.
Hubby has found the absolutely most awesome mexican restaurant in the entire world to date. It's called Peppers and its wonderful. The weird thing- I ordered water as I usually do now. I hardly miss soda anymore plus I drink diet when I do crave it- at home. I don't like diet Coke or Pepsi, so I just get water. It always comes with lemon- I always give it to Hubby for his water or tea. I don't like lemon. Well he ordered soda. So I get the lemon slice off the side of my glass and set it aside, and get juice on my fingers. I was too lazy to unwrap my silverware yet, so I licked it off, prepared to make a pucker face. Instead, it was sweet and tangy and delicious, and I proceeded to surprise Hubby and myself by getting the lemon and squeezing it into my water, getting more juice on my fingers, which I licked off. Then I ATE the lemon off the rind and enjoyed it very much.
????? What's going on here?? I don't know, but that was some of the best water I ever had, and I drank most of the glass- I never drink much at meals. Don't drink much at all during the day, really.
I ordered Mole Poblano, which is chicken in what is now my favorite sauce. It has all the elements of sauce and flavor that I love- its sweet with just enough spice to be interesting but not burn, its smoky and like teriyaki, its thick to stick to the chicken... I have never had anything like it. The meal also came with incredibly yummy mexican rice, and mashed-up refried beans with a little bit of cheese on top. Tortillas too, but I didn't use them. I didn't see the point. I ate a bunch of the chicken and tasted bits of rice and beans, but I had already eaten my carb and knew i'd be taking some home with me. Plus they had a desert I could not pass up...
Banana burritos. It's a whole banana wrapped in a soft shell and I guess fried to be crispy- but its not bubbly, just firm enough to hold nicely. There is a bit of melted chocolate in there, a tiny stripe with the banana- but it was solid chocolate at one point, because the texture said it was. Then they cut the burrito at a steep angle so you have two sections with pretty points and they stand them on end and put some neopolitan ice cream on the plate and zigzag some chocolate syrup for decoration. Whipped cream and a cherry to top off the ice cream. Oh! I love bananas. This was so yummy. I ate some ice cream with it, but I focused mainly on the banana. The cherry mysteriously disappeared, hehe, I think hubby got it.
So there was Peppers, and it was such a wonderful dinner.
Then this morning, er, afternoon, Hubby cooks sausage. It's ground up sausage, and it smells delicious like always, but I don't like sausage. It's a texture thing mostly, but a lot of times I don't care for the flavors either. So this smells delicious, and he has me nuke some eggs to go with it, and he makes a tomatoey gravy too. He makes his breakfast and I taste the sausage, and initially, I like the flavor and the texture is so-so. After he makes his I get my half of the eggs and I'm thinking about making an egg cheese bagel. While my bagel is toasting, I pick out some other bits of sausage to try. I end up eating quite a bit and I like it, so I made a sausage egg and cheese bagel. I made two, but I only had room for one.
I'm not supposed to like sausage... I'm confused.
I made the nutcracker tea for something else flavored to drink and its slightly better (without sugar mind you) than I remembered too.
Besides the strange food thing, I've felt bad the last half of this week. I think it might have been hormonal-type funky though. I fell asleep watching a movie last night, then got up this morning and felt like doing nothing, watched some of George Carlin that Hubby put on for me, and promptly went back to sleep on the couch and woke up at I think 3pm. I've missed exercise a few times this week, which makes me guilty, but I did one a little while ago and I might do two tomorrow. Have to make sure I eat right for it though, because today wasn't enough and I definitely wasn't doing well in what ought to have been a fairly easy workout. I wasn't even feeling up to it earlier- but I flossed and brushed my teeth, took a super long hot shower, then I even at there and filed my nails and painted them with a neat shade of green I'd been meaning to try out. Hubby picked it out and its pretty. I did my toes too, but I can't see them as well, even with my glasses, the nails are small and the shade is light and shiny.
After the self-pampering I felt a little better and did the workout, then took my other shower to rinse off and here I am, sharing everything.
Chocolate milk is yummy.
I found out how to make my font here all pretty. I picked one called schoolbell, I thought it looked the most like my handwriting.
Tomorrow I guess I have to do laundry, I need to give the puppies baths too, and I want to finish the couch, which I ignored last weekend. It's almost done, I'm sure I can do it in one afternoon, if I don't sleep too late. I need to fix my sleep habit for school on Monday, so I'll set an alarm to get me up at the right time.
Happy Saturday.
Thursday was of course weird in a predictable way- something strange always happens on Thursday. If it's not the bus (which is was last week) then its the kids. Bus was fine this week so... I noticed one of the teachers get on the bus ahead of me to talk to the students- I know he's has some issues with behavior lately so i thought nothing of it until I pulled up. She didn't come up, but she did warn me- they were bouncing off the walls today and she wished me good luck with them with a sigh of relief to get rid of them, I'm pretty sure. They were really hyper, and I spent the entire trip constantly using the PA and my raised voice to remind individuals sit sit up out of the aisle, sit DOWN all the way, use the inside voice and quit screaming at each other. This last one is their favorite. They sit right next to each other and scream over each other so they can be the one to have their story heard over the one who was trying to talk first, or who was talking, but purposely won't shut up and let the others have their turn. The back of the bus I don't mind so much, but the ones up front next to my head- those I mind a lot. If my radio has to be turned up all the way so I don't miss a transmission- we've got some problems. But I was in a good mood and had been warned, so other than having to yell more than usual, it was a decent trip. Friday was so much better. And I'm glad my bus didn't break.
So that's one weird thing.
The other involves food.
Hubby has found the absolutely most awesome mexican restaurant in the entire world to date. It's called Peppers and its wonderful. The weird thing- I ordered water as I usually do now. I hardly miss soda anymore plus I drink diet when I do crave it- at home. I don't like diet Coke or Pepsi, so I just get water. It always comes with lemon- I always give it to Hubby for his water or tea. I don't like lemon. Well he ordered soda. So I get the lemon slice off the side of my glass and set it aside, and get juice on my fingers. I was too lazy to unwrap my silverware yet, so I licked it off, prepared to make a pucker face. Instead, it was sweet and tangy and delicious, and I proceeded to surprise Hubby and myself by getting the lemon and squeezing it into my water, getting more juice on my fingers, which I licked off. Then I ATE the lemon off the rind and enjoyed it very much.
????? What's going on here?? I don't know, but that was some of the best water I ever had, and I drank most of the glass- I never drink much at meals. Don't drink much at all during the day, really.
I ordered Mole Poblano, which is chicken in what is now my favorite sauce. It has all the elements of sauce and flavor that I love- its sweet with just enough spice to be interesting but not burn, its smoky and like teriyaki, its thick to stick to the chicken... I have never had anything like it. The meal also came with incredibly yummy mexican rice, and mashed-up refried beans with a little bit of cheese on top. Tortillas too, but I didn't use them. I didn't see the point. I ate a bunch of the chicken and tasted bits of rice and beans, but I had already eaten my carb and knew i'd be taking some home with me. Plus they had a desert I could not pass up...
Banana burritos. It's a whole banana wrapped in a soft shell and I guess fried to be crispy- but its not bubbly, just firm enough to hold nicely. There is a bit of melted chocolate in there, a tiny stripe with the banana- but it was solid chocolate at one point, because the texture said it was. Then they cut the burrito at a steep angle so you have two sections with pretty points and they stand them on end and put some neopolitan ice cream on the plate and zigzag some chocolate syrup for decoration. Whipped cream and a cherry to top off the ice cream. Oh! I love bananas. This was so yummy. I ate some ice cream with it, but I focused mainly on the banana. The cherry mysteriously disappeared, hehe, I think hubby got it.
So there was Peppers, and it was such a wonderful dinner.
Then this morning, er, afternoon, Hubby cooks sausage. It's ground up sausage, and it smells delicious like always, but I don't like sausage. It's a texture thing mostly, but a lot of times I don't care for the flavors either. So this smells delicious, and he has me nuke some eggs to go with it, and he makes a tomatoey gravy too. He makes his breakfast and I taste the sausage, and initially, I like the flavor and the texture is so-so. After he makes his I get my half of the eggs and I'm thinking about making an egg cheese bagel. While my bagel is toasting, I pick out some other bits of sausage to try. I end up eating quite a bit and I like it, so I made a sausage egg and cheese bagel. I made two, but I only had room for one.
I'm not supposed to like sausage... I'm confused.
I made the nutcracker tea for something else flavored to drink and its slightly better (without sugar mind you) than I remembered too.
Besides the strange food thing, I've felt bad the last half of this week. I think it might have been hormonal-type funky though. I fell asleep watching a movie last night, then got up this morning and felt like doing nothing, watched some of George Carlin that Hubby put on for me, and promptly went back to sleep on the couch and woke up at I think 3pm. I've missed exercise a few times this week, which makes me guilty, but I did one a little while ago and I might do two tomorrow. Have to make sure I eat right for it though, because today wasn't enough and I definitely wasn't doing well in what ought to have been a fairly easy workout. I wasn't even feeling up to it earlier- but I flossed and brushed my teeth, took a super long hot shower, then I even at there and filed my nails and painted them with a neat shade of green I'd been meaning to try out. Hubby picked it out and its pretty. I did my toes too, but I can't see them as well, even with my glasses, the nails are small and the shade is light and shiny.
After the self-pampering I felt a little better and did the workout, then took my other shower to rinse off and here I am, sharing everything.
Chocolate milk is yummy.
I found out how to make my font here all pretty. I picked one called schoolbell, I thought it looked the most like my handwriting.
Tomorrow I guess I have to do laundry, I need to give the puppies baths too, and I want to finish the couch, which I ignored last weekend. It's almost done, I'm sure I can do it in one afternoon, if I don't sleep too late. I need to fix my sleep habit for school on Monday, so I'll set an alarm to get me up at the right time.
Happy Saturday.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
stuff
So things have been good with the bus. The kids have gradually been handing in personalized decorated index cards for their name tags. We have a big twilight fan and several cat owners, so its starting to look really cute in there. I took time today while I was sweeping and we have several good artists in the group, and a lot of the cards reflect the people they are labeling so very well it made me smile. I have a new teacher aide who rides with the highschoolers, and she got a kick out of the name tags.
Exercise is going well, I feel good most days with this diet, and in a week I finally get to drop one protein serving for a carb serving instead. Yay bread!! I really hope the 30 day photos show a difference, because I don't really see one. Of course, I've been looking down at myself every day, so gradual changes wouldn't get noticed I suppose. The scale is less, but of course it goes up an down a little each day. I actually really like the scale we bought. It's digital so no fudging numbers, and you tap it to turn it on, wait a second for it to zero itself out, and then step on. Doesn't take a full minute even. So of course, it's in the middle of the floor behind the couch in the living room, so you can step on anytime. It's a great toy, hehe.
And the biggest thing to concern me lately- we're probably going to be moving. Not immediately or anything, but the idea has gotten so strong that I'm fairly we won't be in Florida for the next school year start. Who is we? Me, Hubby, his mom and her man- the immediate family I live with. Why are we moving? Why not? The idea of living somewhere besides Florida has always been in the back of my mind ever since we left Maryland and the seasons and the snow. I know my sisters have both wanted to go back to visit at one point or another. Hubby and his mom hate the hot humid weather here, even though she loves the beach. If she's not at the beach, she's said she doesn't want to be in Florida. Well that's easy. We have families here, sure, but as often stated, I don't see mine much, and we could still come back for holidays. Hubby's family is mostly deceased now, also. Part of his remaining family (that doesn't live with me) also is enthralled with non-florida states. I know I say I hate cold, but honestly I remember loving snow, and this cold here in Florida lately is worst than snow-memory for the sheer penetrating factor of the humidity, I guess. I will say that I LOVE my windbreaker, as that tiny little layer of rip-stop and mesh has solved so much of my outdoor uncomfortableness. Is that a word?
So where are we moving?
Oregon. We have friends there. Photos of the area are absolutely gorgeous. I'm casually looking for jobs out there, and have emailed a school district there to see if they have any opening so maybe I could drive up there next year. We've been thinking about it for about a month now seriously. I wasn't sure I should say anything, because I'm sure everyone will say something to effect of "Huh?" "Why way out there?" and "That's so far away!" Well, little sister is going to colorado. Why can't I go to Oregon? I don't have any real-life friends here at all. Mom was thinking of a trailer-house-thing anyway to travel, which she's always wanted to do. Dad drives a truck (ok maybe not to Oregon?). Jamie and I have no plans to have children yet- Jessie is sure to be first in the grandbaby department, considering she's announced a time to start trying and we aren't even thinking of trying at all. Anyway, the more I think about it, the more it sounds like such a good idea, and everyone here is super excited thinking of it.
My only real regret (I'll miss family of course, but this is a different kind) would be my job. I just got hired here, after substituting. I honestly had been thinking long-term here. While I would still be completely happy being here, I could be happier in another climate doing the same thing. I won't know until I try. I could always come back and start over. I really love my job.
Curiously, I reread my personality profile from college, the one that suggests career choices (too little too late in that regard- high school would have been good!). It specifically lists school bus driver as number 7 in the least popular occupations for INFPs. Probably because of the routine and such. But I focus more on the students, so maybe that's why I like it so much? City bus route driving might be bad, but again, I bet I'd get to meet interesting people. Number one most popular INFP job? Fine artist. sounds like starving artist to me :P
But anyway, I might be in Oregon late this year. Ideally if I can straight transfer during a summer break, that would be best, which means moving sometime between July 21st and the end of August. Even though school releases early June, Hubby could benefit from waiting until July.
It's a huge distance away, and will require lots of saving and specific careful planning, and likely downsizing in belongings to some extent. But so far we don't really see any reason why we can't or shouldn't try this.
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