Today I had to drive to a different school district for a county-wide inservice thing. Ugh. Anyway. I live out in the middle of nowhere, and this district is in another part of the woods, with no road that just plain connects the two. So, my husband tells me to go the shorter way, along a few county roads, which would keep me away from having to go all the way into town and then back out into the woods again the other way.
This wasn't so bad, except that as I turned onto the road, another car turned in behind me, and then my stress began.
I didn't know the road very well, and then to have someone behind me, I felt pressured to go faster than I felt comfortable doing, I didn't know waht the heck I was doing, and I just wanted to pull over and let him go around me so that I didn't seem like that stupid woman driver that men always joke about. Luckily, he wasn't behind me on all the roads, just one of them, and then it wasn't so bad.
On the way home, I got to follow someone who knew the roads a little better, and I felt much more relaxed about it. I never really thought that I was a follower, but apparently, I am. Oh well.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
So Lazy
I am so lazy that I would rather connect to the Internet on my slow dial-up connection and leave it connected all day just so that I don't have to get up and go stand by the counter to talk on the phone. Not that it rings off the wall or anything, I just hate having to get up from what I was doing to go and answer the phone. I miss my cordless phones. I guess I'll have to make a Walmart trip pretty soon. Ugh.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
When it rains...
It pours.
My cup runneth over, and not in a good way today. Beware that this post may seem to be a little whiney, which I apologize for, but I just had to get it out before I whined to my husband and made his day even worse. If this bothers you, you are in no way required to stay and listen.
First, the day before we went away on vacation, our hot water heater went out and we had to fork over money to buy a newer, bigger one.
Second, while we were away, my husband decides that the tires on my car are so worn out that it would be dangerous to drive anymore on them at all, and we have to replace them now.
Third, we went away the next weekend for my reunion and came back to a heated house, to which we immediately called the AC repair guy to come fix it. The next day, it was fixed.
Fourth, my tooth starting hurting, so I went to the dentist and found out I needed a root canal. Yeah. After the root canal, they tell me that now I need a crown. One appointment after another, and now I have a temporary, with another appointment coming in about three weeks to put the crown on. Argh.
Fifth, last night I was on the phone with a friend who needed some advice and a little something to get her mind off of crying, when the lights all blinked, and suddenly, she couldn't hear me on the phone anymore. In fact, I can't dial out on that phone, either. It's not the phone line, just the phones. Argh. So, I pulled out the corded one that we keep for when the power goes out, and that's all we have now. Why did I sell the phone in the garage sale last week again?
Sixth, while my husband was installing door chains on all our doors, he also decided to put one on the sliding glass door at the back, and ended up finding out that the glass goes farther into the edge than he thought. So, the glass busted and now we look like hurricane expectees, with duct tape all over the window, waiting for it to all fall into my kitchen floor. While calling to find out how to replace the glass, I'm finding out that to only replace the double-paned glass will cost just as much as it would cost to replace the entire set of doors. So, what to do? For now, Micheal is banned from going in the kitchen, because the one minute he goes near the door is the minute that all the glass is going to fall out. It's hard to keep a two-year-old out of the kitchen and away from the door that he plays near the most. Double argh.
When it rains, it pours. I wish it would pour money instead of debt. This bites. And I have to go back to school and deal with a new batch of freshmen in four days. Well, the freshmen won't be there that soon, but it's still soon enough.
Anyway. Rant is over. Thanks for letting me vent.
My cup runneth over, and not in a good way today. Beware that this post may seem to be a little whiney, which I apologize for, but I just had to get it out before I whined to my husband and made his day even worse. If this bothers you, you are in no way required to stay and listen.
First, the day before we went away on vacation, our hot water heater went out and we had to fork over money to buy a newer, bigger one.
Second, while we were away, my husband decides that the tires on my car are so worn out that it would be dangerous to drive anymore on them at all, and we have to replace them now.
Third, we went away the next weekend for my reunion and came back to a heated house, to which we immediately called the AC repair guy to come fix it. The next day, it was fixed.
Fourth, my tooth starting hurting, so I went to the dentist and found out I needed a root canal. Yeah. After the root canal, they tell me that now I need a crown. One appointment after another, and now I have a temporary, with another appointment coming in about three weeks to put the crown on. Argh.
Fifth, last night I was on the phone with a friend who needed some advice and a little something to get her mind off of crying, when the lights all blinked, and suddenly, she couldn't hear me on the phone anymore. In fact, I can't dial out on that phone, either. It's not the phone line, just the phones. Argh. So, I pulled out the corded one that we keep for when the power goes out, and that's all we have now. Why did I sell the phone in the garage sale last week again?
Sixth, while my husband was installing door chains on all our doors, he also decided to put one on the sliding glass door at the back, and ended up finding out that the glass goes farther into the edge than he thought. So, the glass busted and now we look like hurricane expectees, with duct tape all over the window, waiting for it to all fall into my kitchen floor. While calling to find out how to replace the glass, I'm finding out that to only replace the double-paned glass will cost just as much as it would cost to replace the entire set of doors. So, what to do? For now, Micheal is banned from going in the kitchen, because the one minute he goes near the door is the minute that all the glass is going to fall out. It's hard to keep a two-year-old out of the kitchen and away from the door that he plays near the most. Double argh.
When it rains, it pours. I wish it would pour money instead of debt. This bites. And I have to go back to school and deal with a new batch of freshmen in four days. Well, the freshmen won't be there that soon, but it's still soon enough.
Anyway. Rant is over. Thanks for letting me vent.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
New Business
I am not as good as my friend, Amanda Sue, when it comes to garage sales and earning good money off of them, so instead I decided to try to pick out one of the things that didn't sell at the garage sale and try my hand at an ebay auction. So, if you're in the market for a glass pitcher and six tall glasses with dancing Santas on them, then please, go here!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
I wish...
I wish that I could blame this on my child. 
Unfortunately, I can not.
I was walking into the kitchen (for some forgotten reason) while shaking my fingernail polish bottle so that I could paint my nails and decide whether I liked the color or not, when it slipped from my hand and broke into pieces on the floor, spreading pink spots all over the floor.
Unfortunately, I can not.
I was walking into the kitchen (for some forgotten reason) while shaking my fingernail polish bottle so that I could paint my nails and decide whether I liked the color or not, when it slipped from my hand and broke into pieces on the floor, spreading pink spots all over the floor.
I guess I don't have to decide about the color anymore.
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