Traffic suuuuuucks!

I hate traffic. I figured I could write a whole blog on traffic and how much I hate it. If you've ever been on FM 1960 during rush hour, you know how much traffic sucks. Red light...move 20 yards...red light...move 20 yards...red light.

Then there's road construction that seems to last FOREVER. That, and I never see anyone working on the road. Lanes just merge for no reason at all. People need to learn the rules of merging. It's like a zipper, people! I only need to let one car in...ONE! Just because you're in a pickup truck doesn't mean you're special. You need to merge like everyone else. One car at a time. Can you tell this is a pet peeve of mine?

Bit of randomness

I went to the Spring/Westfield football game tonight. It was the last game of the season, so I thought I'd make an appearance. Both bands had gone to State, so it was a great halftime. It reminded me of being in High School Band. I actually missed it there for about 12 minutes...then I was okay. I actually saw one of my students there tonight. My kiddos eventually go to Westfield...that school that's been in the news at least once a month for murders. Yep, that's us. I can't imagine my students turning into thugs, though...but I'm sure some will, but that's a whole other post.

I'm exhausted. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow or Sunday. I have to listen to 40 clarinets play very poorly tomorrow. Sunday is yet another Football game against the Ravens, I believe. And then we just start again on Monday. I would love to see my husband sometime before Thanksgiving, but I don't think that's going to happen.

Well this blog was pretty random. I really did have something planned before I started typing, but words just seemed to ecape me at the least minute. I'm going to bed.

Good times from elementary school

I really love my job this year. I get to act like a complete fool, and I'm loved for it. I get called beautiful every day by 5 and 6 year olds even when I'm feeling not so lovely. As long as you keep the little ones entertained, they keep the compliments coming. Sometimes I just have to laugh at some of the goofy stuff they say.

"My toe hurts."

"I have a loose tooth."

"I ate a pop tart for breakfast."

"My brother's 2, but I don't like him."

They feel the need to tell me whatever pops in their little minds at that moment in time. At which point I usually reply with the same thing. "Alright, thanks for that fascinating glimps into your life." Usually they just giggle and go away. I'm sure they have no idea what I just said.

I've also mastered the art of giving bribes for good behavior. Stickers are my vice. Don't think 5th graders won't do anything for a sticker...especially if it glows in the dark. The Dollar Tree has become my favorite store. It really is a teacher mecca. I don't really care if they love me because I give them stuff. I know how boring music class can be. They have to look forward to something...even if it is a Sponge Bob sparkly sticker I slap in their heads as they walk out the door.

Don't hate, motivate!

I'm having a hard time finding the motivation to do ANYTHING these days. I give a dog and pony show all day, plan for a program, head up a committee, write eviction letters on occasion, starting up two clubs, and was asked to be nominated for president of our PTO. I guess they figure I have more than enough time. I'm not a regular ed teacher, so I must have hours and hours to spare. Well, I figure it's an honor to be picked by your principal to head up her PTO.

That aside, I was asked by my husband the other day if he could possibly have a home cooked meal AT HOME. I suppose I have been neglecting my wifely duties. But I don't even cook for ME...it's hard to get motivated to cook food I don't eat to satisfy his lust for meat and cheese. He'll just give me a dirty look if dinner was couscous and seitan kabobs. Mmmm...wheat gluten on a stick...

Precious puppy

His name is Dobbie. Like the house elf in Harry Potter. If you don't know Harry, than I'm sorry for you. Dobbie's growing up so fast. I think he's even bigger than this picture which I took about a week ago. His favorite toy is his Kong as long as it has peanut butter in it...otherwise, it's his least favorite. Chewing on things is his forte. Mainly he likes to chew on me and not the $7 Nylabones I got him. He loves to go outside and play in the backyard, but I have to watch him or he'll go over the fence that's STILL down from the hurricane.

Kitties aren't too thrilled about him, but they're lazy and stubborn and just stay in their room.

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That was from Dobbie. He says hi.

A new fur baby!

This is our new puppy. We're just calling him puppy for now...I can't think of a good name. Any suggestions?

Keep up the crappy work!

I'm having an extremely hard time feeling peppy for my boys this season. They're freaking 0-4!! That sucks! That game on Sunday was hard to watch...well not all of it, but we lost...it's hard to remember the rest. Our team sucks. It's so sad. People pay lots of money to watch a losing team. Luckily I don't have to pay money to watch (I get in for free), but I still have to watch. It's still painful to see them lose week after week. I'm still bummed about this.