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February 27th, 2007 ~ Tuesday |
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10:52 p.m. What can it
hurt? As a child, I always wanted a
pet. A dog, specifically. My family, however, aren’t exactly pet
people, and the closest I got was a goldfish.
Who died.
In a day. And then I got tested
for allergies and found out I’m allergic to everything (except orange blossom
and eucalyptus). Seriously. They tested me for 88 things. I was allergic to 86. This included: feathers (how weird), cats,
hamsters, guinea pigs, basically anything with fur….and some grass and plants
and stuff. No dog for me. But now I am an adult, living
without animal-despising family, and I am seriously contemplating a dog in
the near future. Not right now. But in the near future. And this has begun (or restarted, I should
really say) a new habit of checking websites for puppies. Oh.
My. Goodness. The puppies are too cute. The first
one, which is all wrinkly. The
second one, a basset hound. I’ve
decided a basset hound is probably a good choice for me, because it’s very
similar to me in attitude: friendly, easy going, and doesn’t want to get off
the couch once it’s on. But I hear
that they start to smell bad in old age (I don’t know if that’s another thing
we have in common…I guess I’ll have to find out once I’m older). March is coming. It’s coming very quickly, and I am hoping
it’s over very very soon. This is the
month of agony for me. It’s not that
bad things happen in March. Not at
all. It’s just…a LOT of things happen
in March. Festival (3 groups), Honor
Orchestra, |
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February 25th, 2007 ~ Sunday |
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11:35 p.m. Late Night
Ramblings This morning (and I use the
term morning loosely) I was watching Barefoot Contessa on The
Food Network, who made a rather delicious looking mushroom lasagna. Being a strange person when it comes to
food (and other things too, but let’s just begin with food), I wasn’t sure
what to make of it. I’m a very
atmospheric food person. For instance:
I hate tomatoes in cheeseburgers, but love tomato sandwiches. I love potatoes, I enjoy mayonnaise, I hate
potato salad. I like mushrooms on
mushroom pizza, but not on any other kind of pizza. I do not like mushrooms in salad or….anywhere
else, really. But for some reason,
this mushroom lasagna really appealed to me.
Maybe it’s because it was surrounded by pasta and cheese. So I decided to try it. I had cheese, I had lasagna noodles…the
only thing I didn’t have was mushrooms, and since today is grocery day it was
no big deal. Confession: I have never cooked
mushrooms before. I decided to go the
lazy route and buy the pre-sliced package, thinking it would save my time and
possibly heartache in the long run. (I
think it may have) While half
heartedly watching the Academy Awards (I had seen only one movie even
mentioned there…The Devil Wears Prada.
I’ve become a movie recluse this past year. I really mean to go see movies but…it just
doesn’t happen), I assembled my lasagna.
I made a béchamel sauce (applause applause)…which was really the only
scary thing I had to do. And I have to
say….it turned out pretty well! While
not something to eat every day, it’s a fun treat every now and then. However…since most of the time I just cook
for myself, and lasagna is one of those dishes that you don’t just make one
serving of…anybody want to come over and have some mushroom lasagna? =P On another note, I have
discovered a new musical group whom I love.
I really really love them. The Ditty Bops! They’re an
indie-folksy-bluesy-poppy-countryish amalgamation of…wonderfulness. They are upbeat, have really quirky
harmonies (which I always respect) that are unexpected. I love unexpected chord progressions. Yes yes, music dork. And proud of it. I need to do grades, too. I need to do a lot of things. But it is 11:44 at night, and I am trying
to do this new thing where I take a little time of enjoyment for myself. And this usually involves music and words
of some kind. So here it is. My moment to myself…which is really also to
other people, too, since I’m blogging. (I really hate the word blog. It sounds…unpleasant, to me. Like flog, but with a b. Or bog, but with an l.) 12:00 p.m. Adding insult
to injury On Friday, I was chatting with
Mr. G after school until the traffic had cleared a bit. After announcing I was going to get my
stuff, he said he’d wait for me so we could walk out together (aw). I got my rolly cart that contained my bag and
computer and some other stuff, and rolled it out the door. Now here’s the problem with my room at VV:
to get out the front way, there are stairs involved no matter which route you
choose. So I picked up my rolly cart
and was carrying it down the stairs when it slipped out of my hands and
knocked me off the stairs. This
happened toward the top of the staircase, so I managed to fall down all the
stairs…and then my cart fell down all the stairs and landed on me. Wonderful. Of course, this created quite a
crash, and from the other room, I heard Mr. G ask, “Are you okay??” “Yeah,” I answered
ruefully. Poor Mr. G has seen me fall
so many times at this point. I managed to scrape my leg
(which is now bruised), and I bent two fingers backward. One is okay now. The other is still stiff and numb, but I
think it’s okay. From my many
experiences, I feel pretty confident announcing that I didn’t break or sprain
anything. Just my dignity. I sprained my dignity. |
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February 11th, 2007 ~ Sunday |
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2:18 p.m. Rest is
for…people who are really really tired Ahhh, sleep. That’s where I’m a Viking! After being sleepy ALL WEEK,
Friday night I went to sleep at 6:30 p.m. and woke up on Saturday morning
around 9:30 a.m. Yes, that’s
right. I slept 15 hours. And it felt fabulous. I really don’t
condone this type of lifestyle for anybody who isn’t insane. I don’t condone it for myself, either. But I’m young without being too young, and
it’s probably the only time in my life where I’ll be able to get away with
it. I didn’t sleep enough in high
school, either. And then my short term
memory went away. I’m not
kidding. Gone. It’s still not what it used to be. And then I took a nap around
3:00. And last night I slept another
11 hours. Ahhh, sleep. And I had all sorts of adventurous dreams
that I don’t remember. I think I may
have napped in one of my dreams…. I am now assembling
lasagna. I’m not hungry for it yet,
but I’m in the mood to create something delicious. So my noodles are cooling, my sauce is ready
(chock full of spinach, so that I can pretend my lasagna is healthy…though it
DOES have extra lean ground turkey...), my cheese is waiting…. I’m watching Giada on the food network
(even though she kind of freaks me out a little. I’m not sure what it is…there’s something
about her that frightens me). I have
laundry in the dryer (nothing like warm socks), and George is out, waiting to
be played. All is right with the world. |
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February 2nd, 2007 ~ Friday |
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6:46 p.m. Happy
Groundhog’s Day! EUGH. What a lame lame week. I wish I could say that I’m glad it’s over,
but alas, my week isn’t done yet. I
have rehearsal tomorrow morning (early…nooo!). And it’s not the rehearsal that I’m not
looking forward to, it’s the early morning.
Saturday….well if I’m awake before noon, it’s quite an
accomplishment. And tomorrow I have to
wake up at 6 am. ::: sob ::: And I’m sick. It’s just a cold. My fever is just tipping over 100. And I have an insane amount of work I have
to do. Aside from old grading, new
grading, and the regular stuff, there’s honor orchestra (new seating charts,
getting snacks, counting money, checking off forms, marking parts, not to
mention the politics involved), festival forms I’ve started dealing with (not
to mention festival money, and trying to find $390 to pay for it), preparing
for conducting Uni High next week, and the fact that my metal plate has been
hurting all week. I finally managed to
get to the doctor’s office to take xrays, and guess what’s in my future? That’s right. Surgery.
LOVELY. The plate is to come
out. I don’t know when, but at some
point this year, the plate has to come out.
I will be back on crutches. I told you I couldn’t go over 2
years without something happening.
It’s been a year and a half since my sprained ankle. And although I hoped my car exploding
counted as an incident…I’m not sure it did.
=( I’m glad I saved my crutches,
at least. I don’t have to buy new
ones, so that’s a good thing. I’m grumpy. I want to sleep for about 4 weeks. I want to hibernate. I’ve been getting home really late all this
week, and I haven’t been eating enough.
I’m tired and hungry and sick and people seem to be particularly
irritating. It’s like they sense I
have less patience to go around, and choose that moment to poke with me
sticks. I, of course, am NOT referring
to my students. My students are
lovely, and cheer me up and make beautiful music. Okay. I’m finishing my work. I’m going to sleep. I am going into hibernation for the next….9
hours. Aw man, that’s not enough… |