Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Ya know that thing with pudding…..

Well, it also happens with creamy soups. And kinda with vegetable. There’s some sort of binder or something that coagulates in a bizarre fashion to create a spongy, cheesy-looking glop that tastes absolutely horrible.

Got the cat spayed last week. She’s still a very little cat, so they were hesitant to do it. But she isn’t going to get bigger.
Anyway, when I picked her up on Thursday she was drugged out of her head. This was alternately funny and heart breaking. It was fun to watch her stumble around like she was drunk, but heartbreaking to find her doing a face plant in her litter box. You know something’s wrong with the cat when you can hold her in one hand and hose her down with the dish sprayer in the other and get almost no reaction.

Let’s see, in other news of the random, Papermate green pens write better than BIC green pens. I cannot speak for other colors.

I really like it when parents bring their children to conferences. Then I can ask the kid to talk first. It always clears up a few things immediately and makes for interesting mental fodder for me. I have so few chances to see how these teens interact with their parents at home.

I really like it when parents treat me like a team member as opposed to the opposition.

Went to Pigeon Forge this weekend. Lots of fun. Much more like Vegas than expected. They even do drive through weddings. I considered it but decided it would cheapen the experience.

Lots of thoughts about a book I'm reading called Under the Overpass. Maybe I'll share some later.

Off to conquer semi-colons!

OH! ANNE FRANK NEEDS A FOLD OUT COUCH OR LOVESEAT. If you can loan one, please contact me ASAP.

Monday, February 13, 2006

After School Phone Conversation with Angry Parent Which Briefly Boiled My Blood Too But I Decided To Come Home And Boil Rice Instead

Internal Mantra:

I love this child. Her parent does not have to love me. I teach for love of God. Lord show me how to love her.

I love this child. Her parent wants my guts on the table. I teach for the love of God. Lord help me not to reciprocate.

I love this child. I will pretend this conversation is far in the past tomorrow. I teach for the love of God. Lord help me.

I love this child. I teach for the love of God. Lord HELP ME.

I love students. For the love of God, Lord help me.

For the love of God, LORD HELP ME!

LORD HELP ME!

Good *^*%%^!

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Then she hung up on me. Eh, sometimes the dark side wins.


There. That was honest.

I had a great idea last week. I had milk that was about to turn and needed a quick sweet, yummy treat to live at school so I would aviod the donuts and coffee cake and candy bars. So I made pudding.

I like pudding.

But the milk was about to turn and I made four things of pudding on Wednesday so I only at three things before Friday and then (thank God!) there was a weekend. But I like pudding pops so I froze them. In a freezer.

So it is Monday and I was dreaming of a pudding treat. So I went to the freezer and pulled out the last container. And I bit down. And I didn't even make a dent. SO I let it thaw.

Mmm...pudding.

No. Not "Mmm...pudding". More like "Ew....well it's sweet...yellow glop that is both watery and chewy."

Another to put on the list of bad ideas.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

New Thing Not To Do When I'm Annoyed:

Shave my legs.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Superbowl in a Sandwich

Quit dissin' the Whopperettes homies! I liked them!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Pardon me ma'm, I think I smell your cat burning...

I was just sitting on the couch peacefully reading a magazine when I heard a pained yowl, saw a streak of black&orange&white&cream&tan head for the basement and smelled burning hair. Um, was the cat on fire? Yes, actually she was.

She had jumped on the stove to inspect the spaghetti and stepped on the burner. Her little toes are burned. That, coupled with shooting her up with every vaccine known to man on Friday (she slept and limped around all weekend), makes me wonder how anyone ever survives children. She's just a cat!

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Monster Truck Nationals


So I discovered on Monday there was an event I wanted to see on Saturday. By Wednesday I had collected a small number of people to attend with me and by Friday we actually filled a car.

We went to the Monster Truck Nationals at the Breslin.

It started with all the lights out and a voice saying (in that voice that only appears in Monster truck ads), "Mill-yons of years ago, MONSTERS ruled the EARTH. Since then....NOT MUCH HAS CHANGED!"

Oh, the cheese to come!
First they lined up and revved their engines a bit (my pants vibrated):



The trucks then bounced around on the crushing cars like this:

Then the girl car tipped over like this and Mark made an badly thought-out comment about women drivers(do not fear, she was not injured):


Then they did donuts like this:


Then a jet powered car showed up, was very loud and shot fire out of its arse like this:


Then there was intermission (Look! I was really there!):


Then... See above.

Then they bounced around on cars more

Then the TYRANASAURUS came out! And ate an Impala! It was like an anti-Impala commercial:



They they bounced on the green and white cars some more (and Amanda commented it would have been smarter for them to paint the cars blue and yellow. She's so smart.):


And then we all went down to watch them clean up:



Then we went home. What a nice venture into a new subculture (there was a lot of camoflage and Nascar apparel. I mean A LOT.).

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Found it!

I re-looked for my apartment in Harare today! Someone had pegged my church and I could folllow the route from there!


And then I found the Serag Mall in Medinat Nasr and found Futures American School!


I feel so good.