Please don't be alarmed if it takes about a week for me to get anything else on here... Today we get out early from school and then we have all next week off! Wahoo!
It's called our winter break, not to be confused with Spring Break, which comes in April.
So, the plan is the paint the bedroom and bathroom and get all other boxes unloaded and organized in a timely fashion. We'll see if that happens because I also have my Master's class next weekend, and I need to finish my reading. Doesn't that just suck.
Oh well.
Hope everyone else has something they can look forward to as well!
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Weather Woes
Not that anyone really cares, but I hate rain.
I mean, I REALLY HATE RAIN!
I haven't always had such an aversion to this aspect of the weather cycle, but ever since we moved into this new house, my angst has grown. Why? You may ask... It's simple really.
At our previous house, there was a carport in which I pulled into, and it made it very simple to get from the car to the house without so much as a mention of the wet stuff. It was really nice when I had a baby and groceries and such so that the back door of the house was literally a foot or so away from the car. No wetness, no problems.
But then, we moved into this house. Don't get me wrong, I love our new house! It is more than twice the size of the old one, and it has so many things that the old house didn't have (like a pool and more closet space, very important things). But, our old house kicks this house's butt when it comes to convenience of getting in and out of the aforementioned abode.
There is no carport, or even any kind of covered parking... there isn't even a covered walkway to either the front or back door. This makes it very difficult to stay dry when you are trying to get the baby out of the car, too, and you feel like you've taken another shower when you're finally done getting the groceries into the house!
My wonderful husband, who is not engineering-inclined, has decided that if someone can't build what he wants for us, he'll build it himself... it just might take a little longer. What kind of crap is that? Oh wait, that wasn't supposed to be said... sorry.
The other option is to try to pull the car as close to the front door as possible, so that all you have is a few feet to get under the porch. The problem with that is that the front yard gets pretty mushy with just a little bit of rain, and with the amounts of rain we've been having, it would be like lawn homicide to try to park in front of it now. Not to mention, I might have a mudding incident similar to my sister's if I wasn't careful, and I really don't feel like mudding in my front yard.
So, I keep my thoughts to myself, kinda, and then I get frustrated and wet, and then we wait until it stops raining and forget about the wetness and enjoy the rest of the good things about the house... like it's ability to grow really big spiders that make really big webs. Hooray!
I mean, I REALLY HATE RAIN!
I haven't always had such an aversion to this aspect of the weather cycle, but ever since we moved into this new house, my angst has grown. Why? You may ask... It's simple really.
At our previous house, there was a carport in which I pulled into, and it made it very simple to get from the car to the house without so much as a mention of the wet stuff. It was really nice when I had a baby and groceries and such so that the back door of the house was literally a foot or so away from the car. No wetness, no problems.
But then, we moved into this house. Don't get me wrong, I love our new house! It is more than twice the size of the old one, and it has so many things that the old house didn't have (like a pool and more closet space, very important things). But, our old house kicks this house's butt when it comes to convenience of getting in and out of the aforementioned abode.
There is no carport, or even any kind of covered parking... there isn't even a covered walkway to either the front or back door. This makes it very difficult to stay dry when you are trying to get the baby out of the car, too, and you feel like you've taken another shower when you're finally done getting the groceries into the house!
My wonderful husband, who is not engineering-inclined, has decided that if someone can't build what he wants for us, he'll build it himself... it just might take a little longer. What kind of crap is that? Oh wait, that wasn't supposed to be said... sorry.
The other option is to try to pull the car as close to the front door as possible, so that all you have is a few feet to get under the porch. The problem with that is that the front yard gets pretty mushy with just a little bit of rain, and with the amounts of rain we've been having, it would be like lawn homicide to try to park in front of it now. Not to mention, I might have a mudding incident similar to my sister's if I wasn't careful, and I really don't feel like mudding in my front yard.
So, I keep my thoughts to myself, kinda, and then I get frustrated and wet, and then we wait until it stops raining and forget about the wetness and enjoy the rest of the good things about the house... like it's ability to grow really big spiders that make really big webs. Hooray!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Old Enough
My sister is sometimes morbid and overly anxious about certain things. One of those things is death. So, it surprises me none that she found a website that will give you a quiz to see when you're going to die. And, being the sweet sister that I am, I decided to take the quiz, too, just to see if I would outlive her.
Turns out I won't.
My sister is about two and a half years younger than I, and she was told that she would die when she was 82. If I am still living, that would make me almost 85.
But, apparently, this very unscientific quiz (with questions that have nothing to do with how long you're going to live) has determined that I won't be around to see that age. Because, this quiz says that:
Sucks to be me, huh?
But, then I started thinking. If I die at 80, then Jonathan will be 83, and I have already seen his Papaw be that old, and I don't know if I could stand to see Jonathan be that old... Papaw is a funny little old man, but I have a feeling that Jonathan will not be so funny.
Also, my little Micheal would be 55, and that would make him an official senior citizen, and then I am pretty sure that he wouldn't need me anymore.
So, I think 80 is a fine age for me, as long as I don't die the day before I turn 81.
Turns out I won't.
My sister is about two and a half years younger than I, and she was told that she would die when she was 82. If I am still living, that would make me almost 85.
But, apparently, this very unscientific quiz (with questions that have nothing to do with how long you're going to live) has determined that I won't be around to see that age. Because, this quiz says that:
Sucks to be me, huh?
But, then I started thinking. If I die at 80, then Jonathan will be 83, and I have already seen his Papaw be that old, and I don't know if I could stand to see Jonathan be that old... Papaw is a funny little old man, but I have a feeling that Jonathan will not be so funny.
Also, my little Micheal would be 55, and that would make him an official senior citizen, and then I am pretty sure that he wouldn't need me anymore.
So, I think 80 is a fine age for me, as long as I don't die the day before I turn 81.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Face Lift
I finally found a background I kind of like, and I haven't seen it on any other friends' pages! So, we have a new look now!
I'll keep looking for something better, and I am trying to learn how to add things like other links and things to my page. I guess I'll have to ask the future member of the Yahoo team.
I'll keep looking for something better, and I am trying to learn how to add things like other links and things to my page. I guess I'll have to ask the future member of the Yahoo team.
Back again for more!
Hello fellow walkers of this Earth!
I have been incommunicado the past week or so, because this week is the last week of the six weeks, which means I have sooo much to finish up with and then grade and then turn in my grades. Hopefully I can get them done and turned in by tomorrow.
For those not in the teaching world... I saw something weird on the tv this morning that I thought I would share with you.
This morning on the news, there was a story about a 5th grade boy that decided he didn't want to take the TAKS test because the test put a cramp on his creative style and it encroached on his rights. His parents supported him, for some reason, and so the only thing the school district can do is give the student an absence on the test day... even if he attends school.
A couple things about this:
1. Why does a 5th grader have the decision making capability to decide whether he takes a state mandated test or not?
2. What kind of parents allow their child to make decisions like this?
3. Does that mean that when he gets to high school, if he doesn't want to take the Exit level test that his parents are going to support him then, too, and he'll not have to take the test to graduate?
4. Is he going to come to school anyway, even if he's not going to take the test?
5. What would I do if I were the teacher of that student?
There are more random thoughts that I have about this topic, but I have to go make some copies of a test that I have to give to the next class.
I have been incommunicado the past week or so, because this week is the last week of the six weeks, which means I have sooo much to finish up with and then grade and then turn in my grades. Hopefully I can get them done and turned in by tomorrow.
For those not in the teaching world... I saw something weird on the tv this morning that I thought I would share with you.
This morning on the news, there was a story about a 5th grade boy that decided he didn't want to take the TAKS test because the test put a cramp on his creative style and it encroached on his rights. His parents supported him, for some reason, and so the only thing the school district can do is give the student an absence on the test day... even if he attends school.
A couple things about this:
1. Why does a 5th grader have the decision making capability to decide whether he takes a state mandated test or not?
2. What kind of parents allow their child to make decisions like this?
3. Does that mean that when he gets to high school, if he doesn't want to take the Exit level test that his parents are going to support him then, too, and he'll not have to take the test to graduate?
4. Is he going to come to school anyway, even if he's not going to take the test?
5. What would I do if I were the teacher of that student?
There are more random thoughts that I have about this topic, but I have to go make some copies of a test that I have to give to the next class.
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