where's the fire, short bus?

it's been a weird weekend. i slipped down some steps on the school bus on friday, just before we were to leave for a uil competition. the stairs were slippery because it was rainy and my balance was off because i was tired (read: hungover). so there i go, my bum hitting a few steps on my way down. i heard some students gasp and see some teachers looking over me. i think i grumbled something to the bus driver about the steps being wet and limped to my car. big bruise on my back and arm now. may never recover pride.

weird happening #2: i was driving out of my neighborhood on my way to work this morning when a short bus sped by. it said mercedes isd, a city that's 45 minutes away. a minute later i see 2 more short buses, one from mission and another from weslaco or something. i drove on wondering a few things. 1) why were these short buses driving so fast, and 2) why were they from random cities around the valley? then two words popped into my head: bank heist.

the crappiness that is today continued when i got a phone call saying my daughter had a 100 degree fever and was achey all over. called my dad because i work 35 minutes away, whereas he lives 5 minutes away. after calling him 15 times he answered and took her to the doctor. i had to finish inputting grades before i could leave. if you don't turn in grades on time it better be for a good reason... like a psychopath cut off your arms and legs and broke all the pencils you could've used to type with your mouth. and i'm sure they'd still scold you for not using your eyelashes.

victoria is playing with her nintendo ds on the couch next to me. we're also watching the food network. she inherited my inability to sit and do one thing. if i'm watching tv i must also be on a computer, texting, reading a book, and painting my toenails. but dammit i know details about the sugar show pieces on the food network, and can repeat what sharron says about the adorable thing her cat just did on the phone, and can summarize what i just read in the audicity of hope, and not make a mistake as i put the second coat of red polish on my pinky toe.

a day for red things

Things have been a little better since the new year started. The last few months of 2008 were exhausting, yet eye-opening. I spent most of the holiday gaining back some of the stress-related weight I lost and refusing to leave the sofa. I think the best part about the holiday was watching all of the episodes of arrested development. New favorite show.

Yesterday was valetine's day. Since Randy worked I had girl time with my kiddo and Monica. The gays and I had planned to make it a kate winslet-themed movie night but they bailed. Probably saw something glittery or phallus-shaped and followed it. Watched a movie, ate too much popcorn, watched tv at home, ate too much again, then fell asleep. I paid for everything and Monica still didn't put out.... lame. (kidding)

Took a trip to progreso recently, photos to be posted soon! I will say stawberry margaritas, a giant stone rooster, a creepy clown and a place called the red panty bar were involved. til then...