Created by MyFitnessPal - Nutrition Facts For Foods

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I can't make this stuff up!

My neighborhood is so jacked up! Although most nights are pretty quiet, we have plenty of entertainment on other nights. And it's ALWAYS at night that "things" happen. Joe says we should write a book about all the drama that goes on here. I've decided we need to start smoking in order to fit in better. It's like an undercover operation, and we're about to get made. We're overqualified to live here. We have all our teeth, pay our bills on time, don't smoke, we can speak a complete sentence without dropping the F-bomb, and we both have jobs. Completely overqualified.

So last night was no night of disappointment. Let me preface this by saying we live on the inside of a 90 degree curve into the neighborhood. It snowed half the day yesterday, and iced over after. I was not at all surprised to hear a thud outside around 9:30. I've heard this thud before. I heard it when our mailboxes were taken out last year, and again when a pole was taken out last winter. We went outside to take a look and saw what we thought we'd of the "watch it, there's a curve here" sign taken down by a car, but no car in sight. Our neighbors came out too; probably thinking they took out our mailboxes again.

We went back inside thinking nothing of it. But once I sat down, I had this nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right. I didn't hear the usual squealing tires that precede a crash. Nor did I hear a car take off after hitting the pole. So we went back outside with flashlight in hand. Across the street there's a GIANT drainage ditch, and just guess what was at the bottom of it? Yep...the freaking car! It's about a 20 foot drop. Of course we started freaking out and called 911. Some boys from the houses next door to us went down to check on the guy, but he was okay. Actually, he was great...cause he was drunk! Stupid drunk. AND didn't speak a lick of English.

So the fire trucks get there, and the ambulance, and the State Troopers. It's a mess right outside our front door. And to make it even more interesting, the boys who went down to help the guy noticed a bottle of liquor in the car and threw it away from the car so they could go back later and retrieve it. Is that not the dumbest thing you ever heard!? Idiots...

Half the neighborhood was in our front yard wondering what was going on...and smoking. A girl 2 doors down came trotting along about 8 months pregnant without any shoes on! It's 20 degrees and the preggo didn't have shoes! I was just waiting for her to light up too.

There is just no shortage of drama here in Trailer Trash Estates. It wasn't even the accident that made the evening so was the neighbors! I wish I had a hidden microphone or video camera. You'll just have to be content with the view we had from our front porch.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Thorny Thursdays

Today is Thursday. Every Thursday morning I have a REALLY hard time getting out of bed. This stems from a fear that one of my Thursday kiddos will drive me to the point of insanity where I cannot be responsible for my actions. Why should I be responsible? Most of my Thursday kids don't feel the need to be responsible for their actions. If they happen to hit me all I can do is document it. If the tables were turned, my career would be over. Yes, I've been hit twice this year, pinched, and had a chair thrown at me by a 5 year old.

All of this has happened on Thursdays. I'm glad this Thursday is over. Just 2 more until Christmas.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Hugs to Last a Lifetime

Every day I come to school I always think about writing this blog. The hug blog. I get more hugs in a day than I blink my eyes. Last year it was probably more. I had morning bus duty last year, and therefore got to greet about 80% of our students first thing in the morning. These kids are very lovey-dovey. I tried to count one time how many hugs I got in a day, but quickly lost track.

Hugs are pretty much the only things that keep me going this year. Every time I think I can't take anymore "stuff", I get kindergarten at the end of the day...and 27 hugs in 2 minutes.

I'll miss my little huggers next year if I happen to get a new job.

Hugs are fun! :o)