Sunday, September 20, 2009
First of all, my throat hurts. So not cool. I think it's a combo of my allergies, thanks houston and all the dust from packing my apartment up. That's right I'm moving next weekend so much of this weekend has been spent packing box upon box of stuff. I can't believe I have so much stuff, where did it all come from? Guess that doesnt matter now as I still have to pack it up. On top of that I'm so lucky as to have to write a paper that is due Monday. What great timing. I have yet to start on the paper being the great procrastinator that I am. So now i have to write it today, while my throat hurts and amidst more packing. Oh well once it's done it's done and then I dont have to worry about it anymore. One more check on my to do list. This picture also has nothing to do with anything really but this is my last week to live with Aerin so I figured I'd post a lil blast from the past!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
All of those of you who know me well know that I am not a cook. This is mostly by choice as I figured that I didnt want any guy to marry me just because I'm a good cook, so far the plan is working better than I expected. However, I do have to eat and since I dont live with my parents or my Grama anymore that basically means I have to cook. I'm actually getting better at it, a point which this story will not illustrate. The other day I decided that I would make this meatball bake thingie that I found in my weight watchers recipe book. Now I have made this before and it was successful, even Aerin said it tasted good. So I thought all right I can do this. So I started off and everything was going splendidly. That is until the meatball incident. I had to cook some meatballs in the oven so I put them in a pyrex casserole dish and put them in the oven. When the time was up I pulled them out and set the dish on the burners on the stove. I started scooping the meatballs out onto a plate because I needed to cook more in the dish. That's when it happened, right there mid meatball scoop the entire pyrex glass dish exploded....yeah thats right EXPLODED! I'm amazed that i didnt pee my pants. Glass and meatballs were everywhere, then it occurred to me that I had forgotten to turn the burner off on the stove after I finished cooking the pasta, thus creating the exploding meatball dish. Needless to say the meatballs had to be thrown away, I dont think glass is a good suprise to find in your meatball. I then had to clean all the glass up. I'm really lucky that i didnt get impaled by a flying shard of glass or my eye poked out by a flying meatball. So dear readers, take this to heart and be very careful when you're making meatballs, cause you never know when one might EXPLODE, or at least the dish they are in.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Today was actually going pretty well until my assistant principal decided that I needed to attend a meeting with her, the pre-k lead teacher and two early childhood ladies from the district. I'm so annoyed at what happened I'm not even sure where to start. Basically what it boils down to is my assistant principal threw all of us under the bus, just in a effort to make herself look good. She also spent the entire meeting repeating how great she was at early childhood and how she knew so much about it blah blah blah. There are so many things that I wish I would have said to her. I also hate that people from the district who arent even teachers anymore come into our school and judge us and tell us what we're doing wrong. Well if they did it so right y arent they still in the classroom? And what gives them the right to come in and judge us when in fact they dont know me, my kids or my school. All they know is what should happen in a perfect world and this is anything but close to perfect. I also think its funny how the assistant principal acts like we're doing everything wrong and she knows how to do it the right way but has she ever come into my room and tried to help me???? No, because she has too many administrative duties to perform like taking down signs she taped to the wall or making bulletin boards with stars. Sometimes people just make me want to scream. SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!