Kids lie...part 2

This is completely amazing to me. You see a kid blatantly stick up his middle finger at another kid...twice! When the kid is confronted about it he lies to you face! "It wasn't me", he says. What do you mean it wasn't you?! Do I perhaps just tell lies about my students to get them in trouble? Sometimes the idea strikes my fancy, but not likely. Kids these days.

You sit on a throne of lies!

Kids lie. I know it's hard to believe, but they really do. I guess they figure if as long as it doesn't hurt anyone they're in the clear. WRONG! We had a kid caught in the act today when his dad emailed us. Kid gets dropped off at school early every day (apparently) to be tutored by us. We have not seen this child, therefore, he lies. It's a common occurance and probably happens every day in our profession. I know, I'm just as shocked as you.

This is it?

I have a routine. This is what I've become.

6:30 am - hit the snooze button 4 times every morning.
7:00 am - mad dash to get ready
8:00 am - arrive at school
8:00-4:00 pm - wonder what's become of me.
4:01 pm - out the door

This is where it gets fun...

4:30 - 5:00 pm - coma time.
5:00 - 5:20 pm - work out or just think about working out.
5:30 - 6:00 pm - shower time and more coma time.
6:00 - 6:30 pm - dinner
6:30 til I can no longer keep my eyes open - Studying.

I am an exciting, exciting person. I know, contain your envy for me.

Since when have I been old!?

I am a grown up...I am a grown up. I woke up this morning and realized this, and I wasn't really happy about it. When did this happen? My 30's are quickly approaching...where the hell did my 20's go?! Weren't they suppose to be the best times of my life? And I have nothing to show for it.

Since when did I start drinking Starbucks for breakfast and having Slim Fast for lunch? I must be a grown up now. The fact that I can now afford candy but don't buy it suggests that I'm an adult. I have a car and yet I don't want to wasted the gas going joy riding. I would rather stay in with a good book than go to a party. My favorite store has become Barnes and Noble. I get excited about grass (not the kind you smoke). I clip coupons. I go to baby showers instead of bridal showers.

I am a grown up...I am a grown up...

I wish I could say I cared, but I don't

Kids are silly. This is not limited to the kids I teach. I've never had the pleasure of teaching high school, but I'm sure it's a lot like Jr. High, just much taller (and in their eyes much cooler). Elementary was by far my worst nightmare. And since I don't work there anymore I can talk all I want about what I experienced. Sometimes random stories just pop in my head from the year past and I don't know weather to feel sick, cry, or giggle. I know one feeling I have is relief from being out of that small hell. Talk about delusions of grandeur!

Our crazy neighbors

Our neighbors bring so much drama to our boring lives. I never really knew just how important gas prices really were until my white trash neighbors started screaming about it last night. Every night I lay in bed reading until I can no longer keep my eyes open. Most nights the drama goes on and on! I can hardly contain my delight as I close my book and let the games begin. Oh, they argue about everything...and sometimes it's not even arguing, just yelling how they feel. I wish I could video it...awesome youtube action! It's like the show Cops outside my window, except no cops involved...just the crazies. I'll have to keep a journal by my bed so I can keep track of all the crazy things they scream about.

My dog

My dog is so funny. He's a little 15 pound Cairn terrier who is eternally happy. Every time I walk in the door he greets me with a smile (as well as dogs can smile), a lot of licks, and can jump as high as my head. I kid you not, it's a little unnatural how high he can jump. But I still love him, he makes me happy. Even when I come home to find that little present he left me in the hallway, I still love him. Now the cats, they do not love him. He has single handedly (or single pawdly) destroyed their world as they know it. We've had Toby (the dog) since early June, but I don't think there will ever be harmony again. Good thing the felines no longer have their claws...that might be messy. But Toby takes it like a man. Sometimes they deserve a little chase, and he'll surely give it to them. I suppose it's good exercise for them. They really are fat.

I love food

I'm a big girl who loves food. I'll admit it...I'm a chucky monkey who loves to partake in a meal. There's no question here as to why I look the way I do. I made myself this way! It was nobodys fault but my own. That being said...

One of my favorite things to do is go grocery shopping. I may have said sometime in the past that I loathed it, but secretly I love it. It's like a playground for my tummy! Going down every single isle gives me pleasure. I think my husband hates going shopping with me because I take my sweet lil time. You can't rush shopping. It's a skill that one must master in order to save the most money. But I'm drifting...getting back to my love of food...

I made french toast for dinner...mmm. Who knew that soaking bread in milk and egg and throwing it in a pan would be yummy goodness! I could eat breakfast for every meal...sometimes I do.

I've had my dinner, and now I'm happy. Too bad hubby wasn't home to partake!

Do you ever get that feeling...

that you just can't catch up? Some alien invader has taken over my body, I think. My brain just can't keep focused on one thing at a time! I can't finish the dishes, I can't finish the laundry, I can't finish studying...I can't finish ANYTHING! Sometimes I forget to wash my hair. I don't know why, I just do. This morning I forgot to feed my dog...I'm a bad mommy, I know.

Advise at this time would be good.