Oh, hi. I’m dying.
Okay maybe not but *whatever the hell I’m battling, it’s currently kicking my ass. Like, if me and this sickness were in a boxing ring, I’d be pinned to the mat yelling “SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, I GIVE UP, YOU WIN- TAKE EVERY SEASON OF THE WEST WING! TAKE MY VINTAGE WRANGLERS FROM THE 70′S THAT DO WONDERS FOR MY BUM! TAKE AWAY SWEET POTATO FRIES FROM THE EARTH! “, the second the starting bell was heard.
I was feeling tremendously sorry for myself while watching ** Lecture 3 in Game Theory (sexily titled “Iterative Deletion …READ MORE
I was 19 and working for a water treatment center one summer to earn extra money. I was hired by a friend of my parents and told that the work would be extremely easy. My job description fell under the vague category of “safety coordinator”. I was told to show up at the water treatment center at 6 am and to bring a lunch. I was hesitant about going, the only safety measures I knew were medical procedures I learned watching E.R- and I doubted anyone would need me to (or even let me) perform a tracheotomy with a bic …READ MORE
You know, there was a moment today when I realized that being single sometimes really sucks. Did I get a wedding invitation and not have a date? Was I realizing that there’s no way I was going to be able to eat all the rice krispie squares I made? Did I have an itch I couldn’t scratch?
No. No annnnnd No (and for that last one, get your head out of the gutter).
I was having to drive my car in for an oil change. You know when you have to drive your car in and make sure it lines …READ MORE
Today is just going to be one of those days.
I wake up every day fully aware that I have a good life.
I know this.
I may complain about the cold, but I’ve never been homeless. I may complain about being hungry, but I’ve never starved. I may complain about Paris Hilton but no one has forced me to sit through her sex tape. More than once.
I have a good life.
Last week, I stumbled across this line:
Few people attain great lives, large part because it is just so easy to settle for a good life. – Good to Great
And it’s haunted me.
Do you ever …READ MORE
I’m searching to find the laugh inside me right now. After writing yesterdays post where I started off discussing my WORST MORNING EVER, I awoke this morning with the smell of dog vomit in my nostrils.
I’m dog sitting right now and it would appear that my 4 legged sidekick is fighting some sort of gastrointestinal bug. Because the entire house that I’m living in while I watch this dog, was covered with both vomit and diarrhea at 4 am this morning. COVERED. As in, there was so much expelled waste everywhere, I have to assume she didn’t do this on …READ MORE
I’m still reviewing what I’ve done to deserve this.
Is it because I spend my money at Starbucks instead of sponsoring a child? Is it payback for that time I faked sleep to avoid talking to the boy in my bed? Was it all the times I screened my calls, gossiped or is this about that time I lied about what happened on my 18th birthday? Is it because I still listen to Soul Decision and play their music every chance I get?
Deserve what, you ask…
I just found out that my first substitute teaching day will be this …READ MORE
Let me just say, the title of this post has nothing to do with the content. I just have had that song in my head for the last 3 days and felt the urge to share it with the masses.
You are welcome.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I’ve been feeling funky lately. Not “so cool, I’m DC Brain Supreme!” funky, but like “what’s the point of showering and do I really have to get out of bed?” funky.
I blame this on a lot of things- not having a teaching job again for the fall (hello broken …READ MORE
I often like to reflect on all the things I didn’t learn in university that I should have. Someone should have taught a class on how to work all the school office equipment (and more importantly, what to do when the photocopier breaks down for the 734th time and your kicking of the machine is getting you dirty looks). Someone should have taught a class on what to have your teacher assistants do- because finding work for them often is the hardest part of my planning. Someone should have taught a class on time management. On the trick to writing …READ MORE