A bit Chalky

What am I thinking? I do this lesson plan every year and every year I wonder the same dang thing-chalk, glue, 5 year-olds, scissors, 8 a.m., for two weeks straight? In nice clothing? This year it will also include preschoolers-holy shitoly! I might as well come in hungover. Geezus, my room is a dump, the sink is overflowing with soap, the floor is an inch deep in water, paper towels are everywhere, I am covered in chalk, they are covered in it, my trashcans are overflowing, the tables are trashed, my room has a thin layer of dust covering it...

Typical Workday

Well it is Friday and I'm excited, I love my classes today, tomorrow is Saturday, it wasn't hard to get up, my plans are done, I'm prepared, clothes are ironed, I'm rested, etc... The alarm goes off to Kiss' "Beth" this morning, which no doubt meant there was no more snooze happening. I mean, who can not listen to Beth when it comes on the radio? Especially first thing in the morning or very late at night after drinks and fun?

So, I happily grab Uppy out from under Tommy and tickle her belly for a bit, then throw her on the porch for a morning tinkle. I walk to the bathroom to get ready.
Then begins the decline of my morning ...I totally forgot I was out of shampoo, so I scramble for the box of complimetaries that I consistently stock up on from hotels. I really do it for the girls swim bags, not because I'm a clepto or anything, they are freebies, right? Calling down for more is ok, right? I find two bottles finally, curiously, the conditioner bottle said "moist" sooo...I think condition, alrighty then...WRONG!!! It was lotion. Dang it. So back under cabinet for one that SAYS conditioner...wash hair again, condition it, now I'm running behind. Tommy has made coffee and while I'm fixing it we end up in deep conversation about the well-being of eldest daughter-really? Now? Oh God!! Then I go to blow dry hair, no heating coils!! Crap! I knew that, but I forgot since yesterday morning when I was getting ready. Just like when I was using the rest of my shampoo and just like when my gas light came on in my car on my way home yesterday afternoon, darn it, no gas either!! OK, so I go to the girls' bathroom and Tommy and I finish our conversation about the welfare of our child and also shore up dinner and movie plans, I can still make it out the door-whew!! Running out at 6:56AM, I put my things inside the car, fresh coffee, NO KEYS!! Where are they? They were here, I put them here, I did. I made sure I did because they don't need to go inside the house!! My work badge is on there!! I lose that!!That's why it stays in the car!!! Now, I've lost my keys and my work badge and it's 7:05! No!! I search the car, Tommy's car, run inside search bedroom, kitchen, living room, office, cars again, the house again, my bags, all of it again in a vicious circle as Tommy's dressing to drive me in. All of a sudden as if by magic...one last check through my teacher bag reveals the keys to unlock my road to tardy perdition, it is 7:12, I am due at work in 3 minutes. Rats!! As I start my car and back out of the driveway, the fuel light blares at me...

Things I like

1. Collecting postcards
2. Wearing rainboots
3. vintage coats
4. playing cards
5. taking quizzes
6. cowboy boots with skirts
7. bracelets
8. picking blackberries
9. hearing rain
10. a sassy haircut
11. cussing, feeling naughty in general

School's In!

Well, today marks the beginning of a new school year here. I only wish we had the fall weather already instead of this horrible, hot, languishing, death hot, heatness, Dog Day crap of August 2nd...ugh!!! My hair doesn't even get a chance to dry all the way before I'm sweaty again. But I'm goin' to "Tha 'hut" this afternoon to get it lopped off, hopefully that will help some. I hope it's not very much money, I only have $25.00.

I like to say sweaty, I hate people who say perspire, perspiring, it just sounds like they need to be sprayed with something. Perspire doesn't do the trick for all occasions either, sweaty crotch sounds much better than perspiring crotch, sweaty armpits, that sounds better too. Perspiring's for old ladies I guess even though I bet their sweat smells worse. And at the gym, no one says "Hey, dude, you perspired on that weigh bench and left your perspiration beading off of it." They say "dude, wipe yer sweat offa dat machine, dere before I put my sweaty foot up yer arse." well, maybe it's like that, I don't sweat right, so no one yells at me for sweating on stuff. I also rarely go to the gym, so there's that too. I am going today though, or else, Tommy won't let me into the house. I plan on following my book, Skinny Chicks Don't Eat Salad, by Christine Avanti. It says I only have to do 15 minutes of cardio today because I'm working back into working out and must take it slow. Then I shall tan, and sweat all over tanning bed. I guess that's all for now, hopefully, I will be sweating much more in the months to come, I don't like being left on the porch for too long. Also, I am not allowed to sleep inside the school I am pretty sure.