Home Improvement

So we're getting closer to being done with this home improvement project...closer, yet still so far from finished. Thats my mom up there on the ladder measuring for the last pieces of sheet rock...

YUCK

I'm feeling sorta overwhelm-y today. (And yes I can make up words as an English major 26 days away from her Masters degree). Like the world is crashing down on my tiny little house and I don't like it very much. I didn't go to school today, which is totally unlike me. I made up some bs excuse about having a stomach bug which was not even slightly believed by the secretary in the building or my cooperating teacher but the kids were only going to watch movies today in class and its not like my presence was going to be helpful or necessary. And...sometimes it makes me nervous that after 2 degrees in English I still find absolutely nothing wrong with writing long-run-on sentences that really have no point. So I probably won't go to my class tonight either, because obviously if I have a stomach bug I wouldn't want to infect everyone there as well. Basically I had to bar tend last night, got home after 3 and had no desire to get up this morning to go to school. I had all these plans to get alot of house work done, and pay my bills and run errands....none of which has happened yet.

I did let the dog out. and fed her too.

So Adam is in Iraq. It makes me cry that Banks is dead. No one seems to really understand why I would be so sad about this guy dying that I only met once....and I would try to explain it but that would only make me cry again. Its just that his kid is so darn cute, and now has to grow up not really knowing his daddy. And it could have been Adam and not Banks. And I have to send Adam his christmas presents this week if i want him to have them by christmas....it makes me so angry-teary-frustrated-lonely-cranky that he won't be here on christmas morning and that there will be no snow and santa claus and family around him. Thinking about it makes my brain hurt and it is just so unfair. I am aware that he signed up for this, and I am so so so proud of him and all the boys over there doing what they need to do to keep us safe. But, I want my brother home for christmas.

I bought candy canes yesterday...I've eaten five today. I love Christmas. In fact, if my house wasnt filled with sheetrock dust and my belongings weren't piled up all over the house I would probably be getting the decorations out today.

I think we are buying furniture for christmas for eachother...like maybe a bed room set or something because neither of us has one. We just have a bed on a frame but no head board or anything. Its exciting to me to have "big girl furniture" and also to have something that is "ours". I of course want a giant, four-poster, princess-y, mammoth of a bed with satin sheets and hundreds of pillows...and he wants something rustic and small and normal. Boys are so impractical.

I bought marble floor! Its rosy and beautiful and lovely and I can't wait to install it (only i have no idea how) in my new new new bathroom. I painted the bathroom a deep burgundy and someday in the near future it will have a toilet and sink and marble floors which I am so so so excited about.

Ok, so random post is over. Maybe I should go take a nap because of my stomach bug.... or maybe go to the mall.

Pray for....

...my brother Adam who is still in Iraq, but especially pray for the famliy of his best friend Sgt. Derek R. Banks who passed away on Wednesday after several men in Adam's Co. were injured late last month by a roadside explosive device. Banks leaves behind a wife and young child. Pray for the rest of the men who are still in Iraq and for the families that are dealing with their loved ones being away for the holidays. Its really not something I had ever imagined having to deal with, how can one prepare to worry for thier brother's life every single day?

I had all these interesting little stories from school and my remodeling project that I wanted to post this weekend, but instead...... just pray with me this weekend ok?

I really really don't like....

everything. I hate my job. I hate school. I hate students that pick their nose and leave boogers on the desk. I hate little boys that pick on the little boy that has a crush on me. (he is obviously one smart little tyke.) I hate that I can't dress up for Halloween at school. (I love Halloween). I hate my house. and dust. and sheet rock. and screws. Hundreds and hundreds of screws. Loose screws, and not just in my head. Little loose screws that inevitably wind up sticking into the bottom of my feet in the middle of the night when I stumble downstairs for a glass of water because I am dehydrated because i am so freaking busy that i forget to drink water because the world is out to get me......whew. And right now....I hate the dog. Because she refuses to get up of her lazy butt and pour me a glass of wine because i have had a long bad day. BAD DOG! And I hate that I am sitting here by myself again, talking to the dog. Please someone tell me, (Admit it!) you all talk to your pets too right? right? I just had a long argument with the dog....I think im lonely. I hate being lonely. Ugh.........

So......that "ugh" up there...was a literal ugh. Like, I said it while typing. I said it loudly ok? Im watching the democratic debate.....which also produced a similar Ugh....and now the dog, who is tired of my "ugh-ing" has now left me. She put her nose in the air and left the room. As though she has something better to do....I need to go to bed.

Nothing Exciting

I have nothing exciting to report. I have been leading an incredibly boring life, and thus I felt compelled to post an incredibly boring entry. I did however take some really great pictures in the past few weeks. Annnnd I completed my 1st student teaching assignment!!!!! With rave reviews I might add, and narrowly missed the STABBING that occured at the high school the DAY AFTER I LEFT!!!!



Not my flowers and not my bee, but I did take these pretty pictures. :-)

And this is my Grandma with me and two of my cousins Julie and Amanda.

Annnd.....thats all I've got. God I lead a boring life.

Sick-ish

I didn't go to school today. I am sick....sorta. I feel fine. Absolutely fine. (please dont tell my supervisor). But I can't talk. I have zero voice, so obviously I cannot teach kids. How can I possibly walk into that classroom and get their attention without being able to converse with them above a whisper? So I called in sick. So I can sit at home, do laundry, read the paper and play with Penny. It really is a great day.

Zoooom......

I feel like Im missing out on things. Like my little Luke man growing up......

I can't wait for student teaching to be over so that I have time for my friends, time to relax....time to snuggle Luke.

Study Hell

Everyone who has ever been in a classroom has heard some form of the "I-just-gotta-get-outta-class-if-it-kills-me" question. Today it came from a student I have never seen before....keep in mind I have been there since the first day of school.
"Miss- I need to go see miss so-and-so." says random student
"Do you have a pass?"
"No, but yo if I dont get down there soon see im gonna be in trouble you kno dat and then yo I just gotta go cause i gotta."
"oh i see. silly me. well....here's the thing. we have a test today and since I dont know your name you obviously dont have any grades in the book so "yo" you need to take the test to make up fo' time you see cause you gotta pass this class, and I dont even know your name "yo" to write you outta pass to see miss so-and-so." I say all of this with a little funky groove beat behind my big bad rapper self....and random kid looks at me. Tells me I am "whack". Then sits down to silently begin his test....until miss so-and-so calls for him. turns out he wasnt lying.

School Days.

So school has started, and I hate getting up early. I really went into the wrong profession. During first period today I was falling asleep with my students. I'm student teaching in an 11th grade English classroom in Rochester. I can't tell you what school because I'm supposed to promote to the public, my friends and family, perfect strangers, and potential Roberts Wesleyan College students that I have a wonderful student teaching placement, that Rochester City Schools are run wonderfully, and that Roberts truly cares about each and every one of its student teachers. So I um...love it there. Yup sure do. And I love me students. This I am not being sarcastic about. I love them. They have such character and wit and are down right hilarious. I can't use their names either due to privacy laws and the fact that I can neither spell nor pronounce most of their names. One girl with a 25 syllable first name told me that its a combination of "my mamma's name, my daddy's daddy's name, my neighbor's name and my mamma's first dog."
"I'm sorry? Did you say your mamma's first dog?"
"Uh-huh. So what? You don't love your dogs?"
Her name was something similar to Sha'earl'Na-Spot. I'm not kidding.

Its going to be an interesting semester.

red or white?

I'm starving. Completely famished....and grumpy. I haven't eaten since 6:20 this morning. I have been at school in a 90+ degree classroom all day with kids I don't really care for. I have a 35 minute drive home on construction ridden roads complete with detours. I have to be at work in three hours. and I CAN'T MAKE DINNER because the contractor is busy ripping out my kitchen floor piece by tiny piece. In fact there is a plastic wall between me and my kitchen. I can't even put the milk I bought on my way home in the fridge because there is no way to get there.

I could have a glass of wine since the wine rack is in the living room and I carry a bottle opener with me everywhere I go....only I have no glass....

hmmm.....