Yucky Yucky
[Written last night, but the site was down. I LOVE my host. I e-mailed them and had a reply within five minutes. A disk was bad and they had to do some technical work.]
Today has been a yucky, yucky day. I woke up with a chest full of nastiness and a voice that was so deep I could have easily sang bass in the most bassiest of choirs. Except that after just a couple of words, I lost my voice again.
I’m feeling so sexy today. If the germs don’t turn you off, perhaps the sound of wet phlegm will. Or maybe Vicks-Vapo-Rub is more your thing?
I really want some brownies and think lizardek needs a good whapping for posting a yummy sounding brownie recipe. If only I had some of the ingredients I might be tempted to make them. I guess it’s a good thing we cleared the apartment of all temptations. Not that my weight loss is going to be noticeable this week. I’ve had almost no exercise, so I’ll just be happy if I maintained the loss from last week.
I’ve decided that those of you interested in my little love story are going to have to wait for the next issue of Mosaic Minds. The theme is Defining Moments, so I’m going to write about how Mike and I got together. If any of you have an idea for a feature, please feel free to contact me! Our submission deadline is Feb. 13, 2005.
My queenoframbles domain is down and I am not happy. It’s only been down for about an hour, but it still makes me nervous. I’m all paid up on all fronts, so I guess I just need to send an e-mail to my provider and ask what’s wrong. They are always very quick to fix things, but I always feel like I’ve done something wrong. I hate the guilt! I need to get rid of the guilt! I’ve done nothing wrong, so I should be making demands. I’m the customer. I’m paying! I’m just a freak. Ok, e-mail sent and it wasn’t as traumatic as I thought. I hate that I always feel like I’m going to be in trouble. Authority figures love me! Or they used to. I don’t think they do now that I’m old and grouchy and don’t think I have to do what people tell me. When I was teaching I used to drive one of the old English teachers crazy b/c I’d agree to just about anything, then just do whatever I thought was best in my own class. There was nothing that said we had to do it the way we discussed in meetings. If whatever we were discussing was a good idea, I’d do it, of course. But I figured out that “tradition” only had as much hold over me as I allowed it to have. I don’t feel at all guilty about it since I was the only one who had all my state writing samples accounted for before the last week of school. I would grade all essays that I received using the state standards, then pass them along to the lady in charge of filing them. All the other teachers would grade the essays according to THEIR system, then keep a copy of the essays. The last week of school they had to go through and re-grade five essays for each student according to state standards. And they wanted me to do things their way? I think not. It’s not that I am a fan of state standards, it’s that I’m a fan of paperwork reduction. (And in case you are saying “but what about the kids who didn’t turn in an essay? Believe me, there were plenty of those. I went with the little CYA method of turning in a score sheet with “refused to do assignment” printed in bold face across the front). I think the ladies thought if no one turned in any work for the portfolios the whole thing would go away, since it was a very new system. I think the system will probably go away, but it certainly won’t be going away for a while.
Wow. That was a bunch of really boring non-sense. This subbing has gotten me back in teaching mode even though I HATED teaching. If we move to Maryland I will be qualified for a teaching certificate. Scary. I’m not going to do it. I’M NOT GOING TO DO IT. Never fear. I like this subbing gig.
We really need to find a travel agent this weekend. My mom thinks we are going to Oregon in March and I suppose we really should. I want to see my nephew really badly, but then I also don’t want to see him at all because it just makes me sad to think of him on so many levels.