Friday, October 3, 2008

why mommy has gone insane

A few reasons as to why I haven't updated my blog, or why I have gone mad:

1) The school year has started again and a family of monkeys took over as administration for the school. I teach a program called AVID and while the program is supposed to help high school students succeed in college, its very hard to actually implement the program well when none of the higher ups actually support it. To give you an example, let me first explain my schedule. The ideal AVID schedule has classes separated by grade level since each grade level is working on something different. At the last minute the schedule was changed to have all four grade levels (thats freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors) in one 45-minute class. I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to figure out what each grade level is supposed to do and actually have them work. AVID also involves a lot of paperwork that I have to collect from different departments in the school. While the program has been with the school for 5 years, apparently everyone whose help I need in the different departments have all suffered from memory loss and don't know what I'm talking about when I tell them I need students' scores, schedules, and transcripts. Even though I tell them 3 weeks in advance what I need, they all look at me the day I need it like they have no idea who the frustrated brown-haired lady is and why she looks mad.

2) The English department head at the school hates the elective teachers in their deparment. Namely me, the yearbook teacher, and the photography teacher. We have to sign in every morning at 7:30 a.m. with the english department head. If we are even a minute late, the department head draws a line on the sign in sheet and everyone who signs in after the line is late. So while the teachers are being reprimanded for being 10 seconds late, the students can walk in 40 minutes late to a 45 minute class and get a slap on the hand. That's not even accurate. They get a stern look and wiggle of the finger. Also, the school administration/family of monkeys decided that elective teachers will also be tutoring core subjects. So I have to tutor English, the spanish teachers have to tutor Science, and so forth. I've love for the core subject teachers to tutor yearbook or spanish. Because apparently teachers know everything about every subject. While I was tutoring English one day, a student asked me how they write dialectical journals. I looked at the other English teacher helping tutor and she had to step in. So while I did not choose to get certified to teach English, apparently credentials don't mean a damn thing.

3) I'm taking a night class on Mondays so if I have some free time I try to read or hold onto my last bit of sanity.

4) Sarah Palin may be our next Vice President.

5) I had a run in with some ghetto neighbors. I was driving by in my car when I honked at some high school boys playing football in the street who wouldn't get out of the way. They threw the football at my car. When I got off the car to yell at them, one of the guy's dads started walking toward me saying they didn't throw the ball at my car. Yes they did. No they didn't, he said and came toward me. This is why these ghetto kids are the way they are. Because their idiot uneducated dad is the exact same way. Whatever. I'm sure his kid will be making my fries or washing my car in no time.

6) Randy passed his evaluations and is now patrolling on his own. I worry for him but I knew what he was getting into so I can only pray and hope for the best.

7) The stress has been getting to me and I've been coming down with a fever or cold every 2 weeks. Which means I still have to get stuff done, but now I have to do it while highly medicated.

and finally....

8) Sarah Palin, or Susie Creamcheese as I like to call her, may be our next Vice President.

Thank God its Friday. I called in sick today because I had a fever (shocking) so I've been sleeping all day. I'm going to walk aimlessly around Target for a while I think and buy more things I don't need.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

you're going to put a camera where?

In my effort to cross items off my to-do list I finally did what I've been putting off for years...going to the doctor. I've had stomach issues all my life and since college it got worse. 5 years later, I decided to do something about it. Better late than never, right?

I diagnosed myself a while back, declaring that what has been ailing me is acid reflux. It took me like 20 minutes to tell the doctor EVERYTHING that has bothered me in the past few years. Mainly that everytime I eat I have to follow with an antacid. I think I've single-handedly kept the company that makes TUMS fully operational.

So after my monologue o' ailments, the doctor told me that we would try a few things. First, I'd have to take Nexium everyday for the next 2-4 months. She also took some blood to see if I have H palari, a bacteria that can live in your stomach for years without you knowing (or finally going to the doctor to check). Then she said we'd have to do an endoscopy, where they basically stick a long tube with a camera at the end of it down my esophagus and into my stomach. With the endoscopy they'll look at any damage the acid reflux might have caused, see if there are any abnormalities and take some biopsies.

The doctor said there's a possibility I might have to take medicine everyday my entire life, or I'd have to have surgery to fix it. Hopefully it doesn't come to either of those options. I think this is why I put off going to the doctor. But I guess its a good thing. She said if I would have allowed this to continue I could end up with esophageal or stomach cancer. And here I was hoping that just by going to the doctor I'd magically end up okay. I guess we'll find out with the endoscopy and blood work.

Aside from that, I'm going to use this week to move into my classroom and start preparing lessons. This makes me depressed. It means the summer is over and my life will once again be run by teenagers with attitudes. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

this tickles my nerdy bone

I recently saw the trailer for the new comic book movie "Watchmen" coming out in March of next year. I love movie trailers almost as much as I love movie scores. A good movie trailer will make or break a movie for me. I hate when the movie itself is a disappointment and all the good parts are in the trailer. Hopefully this one isn't.
Check out this video: WATCHMEN trailer 1

I'd love to hear some opinions.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

fun at my expense

My sister Sharron called me today to tell me that my half sister and her kids went up to San Antonio to visit my nephew. Sharron met them there with her boyfriend to introduce him to them. He said he wanted to hear all the embarassing stories about her childhood but surprisingly enough they couldn't think of any. Instead, they decide to regale her boyfriend with embarassing stories about ME. My nephew, who's older than me, was the ringleader of the fun.

For Christmas I'm giving his kids toys that make lots and lots of noise. I'm thinking a drumset, or maybe just an air horn.

reading is the best diet

It's been a while since I paid attention to my blog. Mostly because I've decided to start crossing items off my summer to-do list. I was becoming agitated and I think it was because I had a lot of things I wanted to get done during the summer and I hadn't done any of the things I planned. So this whole week has been spent at the dentist's office, getting an eye exam, choosing eye glasses, back to the dentist's office, cleaning my house, organizing things, etc. I started to feel a little better, although my bank account is depleting rapidly.

Also sucking money out of our account is the arbor/porch the husband wants to put outside. Spending a few hours inside home depot looking at wood started to make me crazy. There's nowhere to stand at home depot; I don't think they want wives there. At least in the wood section. So then after we bought a bunch of wood we brought it open and stained it a nice redwood color. Meanwhile the mosquitos were outside making a nice meal out of me and my husband while we were painting. I think they laugh at OFF spray like its a nice wine that goes with their steak.

So aside from doctor's visits and painting wood, I bought the last book in the twilight series called Breaking Dawn on Saturday at midnight. Yes me, amongst the gothic looking teenagers sporting shirts and pins and face paint. But instead of going to Barnes & Noble I went to Walmart so I wouldnt have to wait in line. I tried on clothes the other day, which I hate doing because it reminds me that I gained weight, so I skipped the cake and punch. I decided to quit eating after 9p.m. in the hopes that it would help with my stomach problems AND keep me from gaining anymore weight. So instead of joining my husband in eating late night whataburger, I went home and read until 3 a.m. I woke up around 10:30 a.m., ate a special K bar and went straight back to reading. I took a quick break at 1:30ish to talk to Randy while he was getting ready to go to work. After he left I poured myself some dry cereal and a tall glass of water and kept reading. I looked up at the clock a few times and was surprised how much time had passed! All of a sudden it was 6:30 p.m. but I continued.

I finally finished the book around 9:30 at night. All 754 pages of the book. My eyes were all shifty and blurry by the time I was done. Then I went through my typical mourning period like I usually do after I read a good book. I mostly sigh and reflect on it a while. I get moody too if its a romantic novel. Not because I'm unhappy with my love life, but I just have trouble adjusting to reality. I get sucked into whatever world is created for me and I get deeply involved in it. When its over its I get pulled out and I have to adjust. On a thinner note, I ate really light. A special K bar, some try cereal, applesauce and tuna for dinner. If I hadn't been reading all day I'm sure I would've been wandering around my house, eating out of sheer boredom, or I would've been out and about, spending money and eating fast food.

While I am finished with my book I'm hoping to stay on the better eating trail. I woke up late again so I had a piece of cinnamon raising toast, some craisins for a snack, and I'll be having some chicken for dinner. Homemade fried chicken yes, but hopefully I can limit myself.

Next week its another dentist appointment, a workshop, and a doctor's appointment. Check, check and check.

Friday, July 25, 2008

all of this for barbeque

Knowing full well that I was to have barbeque at a friend's house tonight, I promised myself the night before that I would eat healthy all day starting with a special K bar for breakfast. A smart plan in theory, but not my reality.

This morning my sister-in-law woke us up with a phone call saying the family was going to go eat breakfast and that we would be joining them. Not only was I not happy to be woken up before 10 a.m. on my summer vacation, but I was to be woken up to go to the International House of Pancakes. For anyone who has ever been to IHOP, it smells of powdered eggs and dirty dish rag. There's also a man dressed as a clown in the corner watching you eat and blowing up balloon animals. It's far from appetizing. Luckily for me, it was packed and we had a large party so we left IHOP and went to a very good mexican restaurant called Espi and T's.

Espi's is a very small cafe-type restaurant that serves the best breakfast, which was why we were patient when they tried to rearrange the restaurant to seat our party of 9. There was one large table available but 3 old people were sitting there... at the big table... that seats 8. They watched us walk in and kept stealing glances in our direction as we stood there waiting for this poor small waitress to try to maneuver around people and walls and tables to get our table of 9 together. To make things worse, I had to hear the 3 rude people talk about how the media didn't warn them that the hurricane would be so severe. Really? The constant reports in the newspaper and on the tv weren't enough? Nor were the 3 days you had to prepare in advance? I also read in the local paper how some local business owners were complaining how the media "hyped" up the hurricane disaster and because of that they didn't get a lot of business. They even used double negatives in their quotes.. like "they haven't made nothing, no money" or "the media attention isn't good for nobody." People just shouldn't talk sometimes.

But I digress.

Eventually we sat down and got fed and instead of having the piece of wheat toast and oatmeal that would have enabled me to keep my promise, I had the chorizo and egg plate complete with potatoes and refried beans. I didn't really eat dinner the night before though, and I barely ate during the hurricane. So... it doesn't really count, right?

My lunch consisted of popcorn, twizzlers and vitamin water. Don't judge. I hadn't eaten lunch and the smell of popcorn was sooo tempting. Meanwhile, my special K bar is burning a hole in my purse.

Now it's 7:30, I'm full of mexican food and popcorn, and about to eat my weight in barbeque at my friend's house. It's dangerous when old friends come into town. It's like all of a sudden your exercise regimen and healthy eating plan goes down the hole. Diet starts tomorrow!

Monday, July 21, 2008

hurricane preparedness

Hurricane Dolly is headed for us. I think its interesting that they give hurricanes cute regular names. I feel like instead of rain and windy destruction, hurricane Dolly will bring about lots of butterflies and flower petals. To prepare, we went to HEB this morning to stock up on canned foods. I also made sure we had plenty of oreos and chips. If I'm going to be stuck in my house for a few days with no power, I'm going to enjoy it dammit. Besides, no one can see me therefore judge me if I'm eating oreos in the dark, right?

While pondering this matter, I caught a glimpse of an old man with a huge white beard. To me, old people are adorable, especially if they have big beards or blue hair. It makes me want to hug them, or sit on their lap and have them tell me stories. As the crowded lane dispersed I saw a bit too much of the cute old man than I wanted to see. He was wearing a long sleeved button down shirt (normal)... and itty bitty biker shorts (not normal/creepy). My husband's eyes got really wide as he scanned the little piece of spandex and I thought I heard him gasp. I grabbed my daughter and fast-walked to the next isle. From looking at what he man had in his cart (a motorcycle helmet and a riding jacket) I gathered he was a biker. I'm not quite sure though why he'd wear impossibly short spandex shorts though. A gay biker perhaps? Either way, not what I expected to see so early in the morning.

The rest of today is going to be spent cleaning. I don't know why most of us clean before a hurricane, maybe so we don't have to stumble over things in the dark or maybe to just give us an excuse to clean. Lord knows the only reason I ever clean my house is if I have guests coming over or a major storm is coming. I think my husband is the only person looking forward to a hurricane because he knows the house will be clean for a few precious hours.

Ok, back to cleaning.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

a not so delicious start

This morning we took off to Corpus Christi for the day...again. The kiddo and I went last month with my dad but my husband wanted to go this time, with the promise that we would go to the U.S.S. Lexington and more importantly, Joe Cotton's.

The last time I had been to the Lexington or Joe's was in the 5th grade during a field trip. I remember 3 things from this trip. (1) I was extremely accident prone and fell several times in front of my very handsome teacher; (2) My klutzy tendencies, in addition to my spaciness lead me to walk head first into one of the planes on the Lexington; and (3) Joe Cotten's had the best barbeque ever.

Many years and countless barbeque plates later, I'm curious to taste the food again. I just remember fantastic brisket and huge dill pickles. So while I wasn't exactly excited to see the Corpus Christi aquarium again after seeing it only a month ago, I was looking forward to seeing the big ship and stuffing my face with barbeque. I even sat for an hour at the dolphin show just so we'd have a seat. I sat next to loud, obnoxious kids, men with curly mullets and open shirts, and many ghetto-looking guys with wifebeater shirts, bearing tattoos honoring the "loving memory" of their cousin Benito. When the dolphin act was finished, I jumped out of my chair and headed for the door. All of us, my mother-in-law included, were exhausted after spending the day walking around looking at fish. That meant our trip to the Lexington would be sacrificed. No reuniting with the small plane that left a bump on my head (but not on my memories. aww.) I was a bit disappointed but I had to admit I was very tired from the trip and just wanted to sit somewhere and eat. So on to Joe's!

As we drove up to Joe Cotten's my heart (and stomach) sank when I saw an empty parking lot. A sign at the front said the restaurant was closed Sunday and Monday. I wanted to cry, but instead I pouted like a child. Even my 8-year-old took the disappointed with dignity and grace. "It's okay mommy," she said with an encouraging smile. "We'll just eat somewhere else when we get home." Did I take her sweet words and positive thoughts to heart? Nope, I put on my sunglasses and looked out the window like a sullen teen. If my mother-in-law were not in the car with us, I might have even let out a drawn out whine. Intead I tried to sleep the rest of the 3-hour ride home.

I wish I could say I felt better after I ate (which is usually what happens in my case) but for some reason when I got home my stomach started making strange noises. No not from hunger. The rest of today has been spent staying close to the restroom. I'm trying to figure out what made my stomach upset from what I ate today. Was it the special K bar at breakfast, the biscuit for lunch, or the carrot and payday bar I had for a snack? At least if it were barbeque I'd say it was worth it.