Oh, FCM, I bleed for you. Having run an art classroom before, I know just how head-explodingly aggravating it is when the students behave like brainless jerks.
So, guys, I have the tutoring job. It will most likely start after Thanksgiving, since the kids are being tested next week. I’ve asked for five students, which gives me 10 hours a week, which will be a nice chunk of change - enough to pay bills and buy mochas. It also leaves open the possibility of getting another part-time job, if I’m up for it.
The puppy has finally gone all the way into the kennel in order to get the treats we hide in there. She’s not staying, but this is still a huge accomplishment. Yay!
My follow up mammogram and sonogram is this afternoon. Trying not to freak out, but I’ve been having tummy troubles, so I haven’t been completely successful.
Finished Season One of BSG with my mom. She likes it enough to buy further disks at Frye’s, instead of getting them through Netflix. Hurray!
And the 40th birthday will be Sunday, the 27th. Again, trying not to freak out or get all maudlin, but there is some heavy duty mulling in my head.
I keep getting sidetracked, but I got a raise! My boss was embarrassed by the size of it, but since there are officially no raises again this year, I’m happy.
Today is crazy busy. I can’t wait until the party tonight, so I can relax. We’re expecting over 300 guests tonight. The room was packed last year with 150 guests. It’s going to be interesting!
Oh, fucking hell! I missed my appointment. I thought it was for 4 p.m., and it turned out to be 11:20. Guess who’s finding new and interesting ways to go into denial.
Rescheduled for tomorrow with sticky note prominently posted.
Like this thisSwampy? :eek: I guess you’d catch plenty of fish just sticking your head into the lake. Remember to come up for air!
FCM, I can fix that little ceramics problem for you. Do you want the Sobbing Hysterically package or Blood and Guts Adventure? The B&G costs more but the broken teeth make lovely stocking stuffers.
I’ve always wanted a whole head of pink hair Sticky, but hiding a little color sounds the way to go. Maybe even some clip in pieces for when I really want to push the age-appropriate boundaries. Do you think the stylist will snicker when I bring in a picture of the style I want? I know I won’t look like Marilyn, but the hair is doable.
phouka, keep posting updates on the tutoring! I’m thinking of the same thing, or on-line teaching, once I get settled someplace new. I’ll have to take classes and such for English or maybe Spanish since there are virtually no jobs in Art. Maybe subbing too, since I kind of liked that actually. Anything to bring in more of the big teaching bucks, huh?
More errands today, then a little balcony-gardening and clean up. I’ve a big pot of amaryllis, cyclamen, and trailing geraniums to put together. It’s already so purty, the sweet baby planties.
I’m not a huge fan of waffles
Good luck with the lumbar steroids. May they do far more for you than they do for me
Round up the poopyhead potters and stuff them into the kiln
I saw another spine surgeon today. I think I like him better than the first one I’d seen. He doesn’t 100% believe the other doc’s assessment that I need a C5-C6 fusion. Now, we’re looking at C7-T1 as the source of my ills. We’re doing a nerve conduction test tomorrow as a “tiebreaker”
Whatever surgery is planned, it will be right before Christmas.
Ooh, annoying pottery classes! Need to set out a booby-trapped pot…
I just got back from mine- which was fun, and not really annoying It’s a good job I’m happy to learn from books though, and remember a lot from when I did it years ago- the teacher doesn’t seem all that great. She asked me if I’ve ever done any before, and when I said yes, years ago, she started riiight from basics, and once she’d started, it didn’t matter what I said, or what questions I asked, The Talk Had Begun, And Shall Not Be Diverted. Then she spent the most of the rest of the class completely taken up with one guy- I think he has a few learning disabilites, and largely just wanted attention, so I just got on with it.
It’s really nice to just get to play with clay again and get it fired. I think she runs all the classes that take place in that room, so hopefully they don’t have too much chaos rearranging going on. She did seem very negative about next year’s course actually happening, due to lack of interest, but I think she’s just generally negative- I don’t know why she doesn’t realise that’s putting people off signing up.
Aaanyway, better have an early night, I’ve got the Jobcentre first thing tomorrow, and maybe CV fun with the silly woman, and I want to be sure to have time to properly caffeinate before I go.
Home from dindin at Sonny’s. NEENER! NEENER! NEENER! I had ribs and chikin. I et the chikin and baked beans and have ribs and slaw for tomorrow’s N.O.L.. YUM!!!
Day got better. I did some homework and took a nap. Then Sweetie and I went to get fixins for his chili again. We have company coming tomorrow and they requested it. We saw our friendly firewood guy at the grocery store and chatted with him for a while. He always makes me laugh.
Came home and while Sweetie started to make the chili, I started cleaning the kitchen. That’s when we noticed the cabinet under the sink was bleeding out water. Upon opening the doors, we saw that the garbage disposal had fallen off it’s track. After about 20 minutes of struggling, we finally got it back in place. While I cleaned up the mess we made, I realized that the last time this couple came to our house, over a year ago, the drain clogged so badly that it took over an hour to fix. Apparently our kitchen sink doesn’t like these people.
Now the chili is crockpottin’ and I’m settled down in my PJs. There’s a fire going, I have ginger ale and orange juice (and twizzlers!) and we’re about to watch the last 2 episodes of last season of Doctor Who. Then we’re gonna go back to season 1 of the 9th Doctor because Sweetie barely remembers it.
phouka CONGRATULATIONS!!! So, I can uncross my fingers now? I’m so happy you got that tutoring job, it sounds awesome! Mooooooommmmmm I feel for you on the dirty art room. The Girl’s club I went to as a kid had a really nice art room but it was always a total sty and I hated working in it.
I’m not quite so grumpy. Tonight, I received a letter in the mail from the MerryLande Bambilance Adminimistrashun stating that they’re processing my application for reciprocity, and in the meantime I need to go back to booboo school for a refresher class.
Once I can show that I passed booboo school and produce a note from the Navytown rescue squad saying I’m a probie, I can be an EMT once aggin.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 42 degrees Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 65. More like Fall in south Jawja!
Shadow yay on the raise!
BBBobbio yay for bein’ on your way to once again bein’ able to regale us with tales of Bambilance duty.
gt a bear in a suit is still just a bear. Hee! Yestiddy afternoon I had taken the jacket off, unbuttoned the collar button, loosened the tie and rolled up the shirt sleeves. A co-irker commented that she was impressed with my ability to get as close to nekkid as possible in a suit.
Pizza for dindin tonight bein’ as OYKW decreed he has a gnawin’ and a cravin’. I shall go pick it up even bein’ as I will be not far from Pizza Hut (what? they got a special goin’ on!) at the end of my irk day. I can even order on line beforehand. Teh intertoobz is a wunnerful thing is it not!
Now I must seek out more caffiene and brekkie for rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
And a good frosty morning to all! I had a terrible time falling asleep last night, then the idiot dog woke me around 3 to go out, then the idiot cat kept me from falling back to sleep when he got locked in with the dog. I feel like refried death in a greasy take-out box. On the upside, I’ve almost finished the brain hat for my daughter.
Very cool! You do live in the part of the county where, um, interesting things happen…
For some odd reason, the instructor is not inclined to get on people for doing such stuff. I’ve talked to her about how messy I find things, but she never comes out and tells the class to clean up after their damned selves. Even little things like rinsing off the sponge you just used to wipe up clay and glaze from the table - sheesh! I can’t use a sponge to clean till I clean the sponge!!
Oh well. No biggie. One more month of classes, then that’s it. I won’t be going there any more. It’s not worth the aggravation. I’ll work at home in my own clean studio. That’ll show 'em!!
No idea what I’ll do today. Tidy the kitchen for certain. And we’re going to a wine tasting tonight. I suppose I could do a load or two of laundry. I’ll just wing it and figure it out as I go along.
I am disappointed. I’d bought a couple of Braeburns with my Peapod order that was delivered Wendesday - I just bit into one - the inside was all brown and mealy even tho the outside was pristine. I keep saying I’ll never buy fresh produce from them, but then they have a special and I relent. :smack:
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I am disappointed. I’d bought a couple of Braeburns with my Peapod order that was delivered Wendesday - I just bit into one - the inside was all brown and mealy even tho the outside was pristine. I keep saying I’ll never buy fresh produce from them, but then they have a special and I relent. :smack:
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Heck, I say the same thing now and then about the grocery store where I’m hand-selecting my fruits and veggies.
Why are fruits so enigmatic? I can pick up, touch and look at most vegetables and assess if they’re any good - if it’s green, crisp, firm and heavy for its size, it’s almost guaranteed to be good. Fruits, OTOH, can look picture-perfect, but be bland, mealy and just plain disappointing.
Ah well… Off to go get stabbed and electrocuted. I really dislike nerve conduction tests. Hopefully, I won’t be too cranky for the rest of the day.
It’s a good job I’m happy to learn from books though, and remember a lot from when I did it years ago- the teacher doesn’t seem all that great. She asked me if I’ve ever done any before, and when I said yes, years ago, she started riiight from basics, and once she’d started, it didn’t matter what I said, or what questions I asked, The Talk Had Begun, And Shall Not Be Diverted. Then she spent the most of the rest of the class completely taken up with one guy- I think he has a few learning disabilites, and largely just wanted attention, so I just got on with it.
I had ribs and chikin. I et the chikin and baked beans and have ribs and slaw for tomorrow’s N.O.L.. YUM!!!
