The Jacket!

Dear Readers,
I purchased this lovely Trina Turk cropped blazer. I got it at a beyond wonderful price. Why am I upset then? Well, it seems I put on a bit of weight and I can’t fit it. Who can fit it? My baby girl, who @ 12 years old is 5’6 and towers over me. Since she is shaped like her dad’s side of the family she’s nice and slender.
She is very supportive of me and challenged me to lose the weight to get into the jacket by October. If I don’t slim down by then enough to button it, then she gets to keep it. Guess I need to get on the ball!
In order to keep myself honest, I will post some before pics. I will also post pics in October. Here’s to getting into that Trina Turk jacket! Bye for now.

Coaster & the Gigglers!

As I was walking out of the Main Office at lunch time, I saw Coaster outside brooding.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

He said, “The girls are doing something terrible!”

Knowing Coaster and his propensity for exaggerating and brooding on the most minute of offenses, I asked what the girls were doing.

“Well, they are laughing and talking really loud. Mrs. L. had to send me down to the office to concentrate!”

I kinda’ giggled at that myself. I’m not a monster; let me explain. It was kinda’ a ha ha! funny laugh at the fact that I’m a victim of my own success. I worked with him on expressing himself. Now, there’s no stopping him. He does it all the time. I’m not complaining though. I’d much rather have this version of him than the one from a couple of years ago when he didn’t interact with other students.

I’m happy that he felt comfortable enough to talk to me. On a side note, another person he feels comfortable talking to is the new Principal. As I walked down the hall before the bell rang, I saw him sitting in the his office “expressing himself. “

So, all in all, I guess it was a good day. I’m happy that he’s expressing himself. I’m going to get on those girls when I return to my class after Christmas break. I know they’re just being girls, but they talk a looooooooooooottttttttt!!!

I’m tired. It has been a long couple of weeks. I have so much to write about. I’ll, more than likely, do it on the weekend. Bye for now!

What I Cannot Change!!!

I was listening to the radio this morning and was pleasantly surprised to hear LeAnn Rimes-Cibrian. She is one of my favorite singers. Her voice is super fantastic. I listened to her explaining her story regarding her and her husband, how she was sorry about how things happened with their other spouses. She seemed truly sorry. She even wrote a song about it called What I Cannot Change. It’s really beautiful. It made me think about my life. How I wish it would have gone the way that I’d planned it. Who doesn’t, right?

I have been feeling sorry for myself a lot lately. This song, however, has made me realize that I need to accept what I cannot change. Take a listen to this song. It’s very beautiful!

The Meaning of Life…

***WARNING- I RAMBLE A LOT IN THIS POST. I MEAN IT. THIS POST IS ALL OVER THE PLACE.***

Does anyone remember the show Step by Step? There was this really air-headed character by the name of Cody. Cody & the other characters on the show had a contest to see who could stay up the longest? Well, the longer they were woke, the smarter and less air-headed Cody became. He was just about to discover the meaning of life when he passed out from delirium and lack of sleep.

Well, my experience is the exact opposite. When I am not getting enough sleep, I get delirious, but not smarter. In fact, I do what I call Midnight Thinking. It’s the time when you think you are putting out brilliant thought after thought, when, in fact, you are actually kickin’ kaknowledge.

So, I said/wrote all that to say that I have been having mind-blowing revelations lately. With a little downtime, I’ve been able to clear my mind & come up with some badly needed answers in my personal & professional life.

I was also thinking about how this blog never fully recovered after I posted about losing faith a couple of years ago when I was having such a hard, hard time in my life. I was expressing my disillusionment & loss of faith. I was having trouble with the saying, “God never puts more on you than you can bare!” I took issue with that because I felt like I did have more on me than I could bare. I simply shut down. I haven’t fully recovered, partially because nothing has really changed. But, since this blog cannot take another hit like I did a couple of years ago, I will simply keep it to myself.

I was also thinking about attraction between two people. What makes one person believe they have to have that one special person?

I was also thinking about my plans for next year. This, as per the last couple of years, has been a hard year for me, both personally & professionally. I can only hope that the next school year will be better.

I have so many, many thoughts in my head that need to come out. However, I can’t seem to organize them. When I can’t, I get a post like this. I’ll try to keep it together.

The Day I Saw My Mother-in-Law’s vagina!

worst-weekAh, the day I saw my mother-in-law’s vagina. What a catchy title? You just have to read this post now, don’t you? Trust me, this post is not going to be what you thought it was going to be about. This post is about a couple of things. Like to hear them, here they are:

  1. Why I don’t play classical music anymore.
  2. Why does, “Aha, aha…,” mean?
  3. Why I don’t share my blog address with many people.
  4. How I came up with the title, “The Day I Saw My Mother-in-Law’s Vagina”

I know, with a title like that, I have a lot of explaining to do, so here goes: When I first started at my site last year, I used to play classical music to calm the students down. However, one time the Principal came into my room and instructed me to turn it off. She said that it was too distracting. So, I had to stop. Even though it was working, I had to stop. That’s why I stopped playing classical music in my classroom.

Now, that leads me to my second point of “Aha!…Aha!…” In the movie Princess Bride, Billy Crystal’s character would make these silly little points that had absolutely no point. Once someone would question him about the meaningless “points”, he would hold up his finger and respond, “Aha!…Aha!…” The questioner would be left with a blank look wondering why in the world he thought he’d proven a point when he absolutely did not. That wraps up my second point and brings me to my third point of why I don’t share my blog address with many people at my work site.

Well, the main reason that I don’t share my blog address with many at my work site is because a couple of them are scared of Special Education. They remember how the students used to be before I came. Some of them still choose to see them like that even though they’re not like that anymore. They just have a hard time changing their way of thinking about special ed. Everything was fine until Nu. Now, this lends credence to what people were saying, “See! I told you how those Special Ed kids are!”

Well, the problem is that recently I decided to share my blog address with a couple of teachers @ school. So, right now, I’m not sure who’s reading this. But, since I don’t work at that job site anymore, it’s not all that important. Let’s move on!

Lastly, to wrap this up, I used to watch this great (recently cancelled) show, “Worst Week”? Well, what does this show, seeing my mother-in-law’s vagina, not playing classical music anymore, why I don’t share my blog address with a lot of people, and “Aha, aha…,” have to do with anything? Okay, well, just wait a little bit longer and I’ll bring it back around.

On the show, “Worst Week,” the main character, Brian, who’s a writer, is always doing stupidly destructive things. All kinds of crazy, out-of-the-ordinary kinds of things happen to him. He’s like an accident magnet- accidents are so drawn to him.

Well, Brian tells the story of how, in a quirky twist of fate, he saw his mother-in-law’s vagina. In the show, Brian and his fiancée are making an appointment to see the gynecologist because, unbeknownst to the family, his fiancée, Mel, is pregnant. What they don’t know is that his M-I-L is also going to the gynecologist. But she’s old school so she doesn’t talk about stuff like that.

When it’s Sam & Mel’s turn to go in, he’s busy doing something else, so he doesn’t go in with her. Now he doesn’t know which room she’s in. In order to find out which room she’s in, he gives the nurse the last name and the nurse tells him the room number. Or so he thinks!

Anyway, to shorten the story and keep it moving, suffice it to say that Sam ends up seeing his M-I-L’s vagina. He tells the guys about it and it somehow makes its way back to the boss who tells him to write about it. He does and as usual, some mishap occurs. His M-I-L ends up with the story. He wanted to write it to get it out, but didn’t want to publish it. That’s what predicament I find myself in.
I have this fantastic story to tell but I can’t tell it. So, learning from Brian’s mistake I won’t even publish that story. I will simply be content and settle for telling it to my husband, my sister and Traci.

It’s funny how somethings can be seemingly unrelated, yet they conspire to bring about a revelation that most people (those who aren’t odd & quirky like me) wouldn’t connect. I know. It took a long time to bring it around, but it was kinda’ funny. What I’m basically trying to say is that I have this really funny story to tell that I cannot tell for various reasons.

On a final note, I could totally have written for Seinfeld. I’m just saying!

Getting Ready For My Party!

I am getting ready for my big Valentine’s Day/Anniversary party tomorrow. I rented the tables earlier. They will be delivered shortly. I have this little theme going on- my colors are red, black, or pink. So, there will be one red table, one pink table, and one black table, with the chairs and the chair covers with bows. To complement the tables, I got a dozen balloons- 4 red, 4 pink, and 4 black. I am so excited. I am decorating the house right now. I have red and pink bulbs that I am going to hang from the ceiling in my dining room, as well as various heart decorations.

I purchased decorated take-out containers from Michael’s that I’ve filled with various chocolates for the chocoholics. I have chocolate covered fortune cookies, love coupons, and love lotto lottery tickets.
I also purchased some candy in a cute little bottle labeled Love Potion that I will include with the various naughty gifts I’ve bought. I am so looking forward to tomorrow. I’ll post pictures on Sunday. Bye!

Next Thanksgiving…

I have a little something to get off my chest. This happens every Thanksgiving, but it really bothered me the other day. Like to hear it, here it goes

One of my sisters likes to play games. I don’t know why she does, but she does. She is always trying to get out of bringing the Mac n’ Cheese.
“Oh,” she says, “I didn’t know you wanted me to bring it this year.”
(I’m thinking to myself) Well, haven’t you been bringing it for the past couple years? Isn’t that your specialty? Why do we have to go through this bullsh** every year? Why can’t you just bring the g**damn Mac n’ Cheese? Quit playing games!!!!!!!!!!!
Now ask me if she brought it this year. Well, ask. Nope, she didn’t. The other day I asked her could she bring the greens also. “Okay,” she said. So, when she finally decided to show up, I asked her where the Mac n’ Cheese was, she said…
“Oh, I thought you said you only wanted me to bring the greens”. If steam could really come out of my ears, it would have. So, I have just decided that I am going to learn how to make the Mac n’ Cheese my damn self. I am tired of the games. My family is so big, that it’s potluck. If you’re coming, you’re bringing something. I cannot afford to feed more than 30 people even if it’s for one day. I’ve gotten my recipes (Bobby Flay, Delilah the Mac n’ cheese queen, & Patti LaBelle) and am going to practice. That way I will not be dependent on anyone else for anything. I had my mouth all set for some Mac n’ Cheese. OOOOOO, she made me so mad!!! That, my dear sir or madam is my rant for the rest of the year!!!!!!!

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