Oh, turns out I was inaccurate about the state of the AC in my elementary school in a previous post. They do air condition the building during the summer. Turns out that the chiller on top of the building died. And I had the, umm, luck (?) to move my classroom while there was no air conditioning in the school.
It's fixed now. I will complain no more (about AC, anyway).
Monday, August 18, 2008
Oh, how I love me some snark...
For those of you who think that there are people in this world with too much time on their hands, I believe that the executive producer of CNN's Science, Technology, and Weather division agrees with you. You could cut the snark with a knife, and I love it. Enjoy.
http://scitech.blogs.cnn.com/ (Look at the August 18th, 2008 entry.)
http://scitech.blogs.cnn.com/ (Look at the August 18th, 2008 entry.)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Now my neighbors know I can cuss like a sailor...
It's been a busy time for me this week. Mark started back at his daycare center on Monday. Yes, I skipped out of the center, thinking, "WOOHOO!" in my head. Lovely, lovely daycare. I really do not feel guilty, either. He loves it there. The employees at the center stop me and tell me how much they missed him over the summer. My son loves them. All good.
It's been a busy week at work. I'm not sure when I'll have my classroom prepared. I've been making progress, but that wouldn't necessarily be obvious if you walked into the room. Comments have been made, but it technically doesn't have to be ready until next week. I'm really trying to avoid the stuff-it-in-a-box-and-forget-about-it thing. I want to go through this stuff and actually clean. Which means that my garbage cans are getting filled up each day, but that's not so bad either.
Today was a heckuva day, though. Up to school, worked on my room, out to lunch with new teachers, back to school to show new teachers around, back into my room to clean, and then back to pick up Mark. Came home, and that's where it all fell apart. When I decided to water my garden, there was a 3-foot black snake that crawled right out at me. I don't do snakes. And this explains the title, folks. I let every word I know fly, as I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped up on the edge of my garden bed. I then spun around to tell (uh, yell at) Mark to stay on our deck. And just then my friend arrived and her two- and three-year-old sons began to run towards me. It was fine, but I literally had to smooth the hairs on my arms so they laid flat again.
Then, I fed my son fresh mozzerella (warm dairy) in the kitchen as he went back for orange juice chasers in the living room. Which resulted in vomited sludge on our living room rug. Bless my friend for cleaning up toddler urp while I cleaned him up in the bathroom.
All of this was followed by a wasp in our upstairs hallway. As my half-naked son refused to stay in his room. The wasp (or is it a hornet if it has an all-black body? I'm never sure...) was sucked up by the vacuum. Which is now sitting on the porch, to the chagrin of my DH. I say he can come down from travel, take apart the vacuum to see if the wasp is dead, and then bring it inside if having a vacuum on the porch is such an emergency.
Time for wine and making of math games. Yay!
It's been a busy week at work. I'm not sure when I'll have my classroom prepared. I've been making progress, but that wouldn't necessarily be obvious if you walked into the room. Comments have been made, but it technically doesn't have to be ready until next week. I'm really trying to avoid the stuff-it-in-a-box-and-forget-about-it thing. I want to go through this stuff and actually clean. Which means that my garbage cans are getting filled up each day, but that's not so bad either.
Today was a heckuva day, though. Up to school, worked on my room, out to lunch with new teachers, back to school to show new teachers around, back into my room to clean, and then back to pick up Mark. Came home, and that's where it all fell apart. When I decided to water my garden, there was a 3-foot black snake that crawled right out at me. I don't do snakes. And this explains the title, folks. I let every word I know fly, as I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped up on the edge of my garden bed. I then spun around to tell (uh, yell at) Mark to stay on our deck. And just then my friend arrived and her two- and three-year-old sons began to run towards me. It was fine, but I literally had to smooth the hairs on my arms so they laid flat again.
Then, I fed my son fresh mozzerella (warm dairy) in the kitchen as he went back for orange juice chasers in the living room. Which resulted in vomited sludge on our living room rug. Bless my friend for cleaning up toddler urp while I cleaned him up in the bathroom.
All of this was followed by a wasp in our upstairs hallway. As my half-naked son refused to stay in his room. The wasp (or is it a hornet if it has an all-black body? I'm never sure...) was sucked up by the vacuum. Which is now sitting on the porch, to the chagrin of my DH. I say he can come down from travel, take apart the vacuum to see if the wasp is dead, and then bring it inside if having a vacuum on the porch is such an emergency.
Time for wine and making of math games. Yay!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Out of curiosity...
I am interested in environmentalism. I use Seventh Generation and Method laundry products so I am reducing dependence on oil-- they use plant based oils. I recycle, can foods grown locally, and donate clothes and household items to a local thrift shop.
Why can't I buy a hybrid minivan? I love my Honda Odyssey, and it gets decent gas mileage. But think of what it could do with a hybrid engine!
The kicker is that the hybrid minivan exists. It's been sold in Japan since 2001.
What's the deal?
Why can't I buy a hybrid minivan? I love my Honda Odyssey, and it gets decent gas mileage. But think of what it could do with a hybrid engine!
The kicker is that the hybrid minivan exists. It's been sold in Japan since 2001.
What's the deal?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I'll stay awake for Smith Island cake...
I'm so tired. Woke up tired. Drove to school tired, worked on moving tired, and sat through a meeting tired.
Finished moving everything out of my old classroom. All of my stuff is fully in my new room.
I am going to Norfolk. Tired, but happy.
The road trip begins tomorrow afternoon. I'm ready.
Oh, yeah. We ate local for DH's birthday. There was some good barbecue. (I've had better, but it worked for the night. But oh, that potato salad...)
And tonight, it was time for cake. Smith Island Cake, that is. Yum. But so rich that you have to have a glass of milk handy. (I needed two refills, but who's counting?)
Finished moving everything out of my old classroom. All of my stuff is fully in my new room.
I am going to Norfolk. Tired, but happy.
The road trip begins tomorrow afternoon. I'm ready.
Oh, yeah. We ate local for DH's birthday. There was some good barbecue. (I've had better, but it worked for the night. But oh, that potato salad...)
And tonight, it was time for cake. Smith Island Cake, that is. Yum. But so rich that you have to have a glass of milk handy. (I needed two refills, but who's counting?)
Monday, August 04, 2008
Sweaty, umm... fun?
I stopped at two schools and the school administrative offices today, toddler in tow, before going to my school. My cutie pie son threw a rip-roaring temper tantrum as we left the first school-- made me crazy, because I don't want to be the teacher with the obnoxious child.
Got into the school and hit the ground running. I was, quite literally, jogging down the hallway with the carts laden with my stuff. (Nothing like the idea of missing out on a mini-vacation to motivate oneself. Here's the deal. If I get everything done, then I get to go to Norfolk-- and outlet goodness at Williamsburg-- with DH as he goes down for his job. If I don't finish, no trip.) Why so sweaty, you ask?
No air conditioning in the building during the summer, folks. Yes, that's right-- your tax dollars are conserved at our school and we only air condition the areas where people are. I mean, where they are supposed to be. It is hot and humid here in the summer, and the building was sweltering.
Then I discovered, two hours into my schlepping, that there is an air conditioner in my new classroom-- that I can control! In the portion of the building that I am leaving, there is only a unit on a master switch controlled by administration. I now! control! my! own! air! conditioner! Ahh, the luxuries of life...
Seriously, though-- as I was working on this day of vacation, since I was finishing up the previous school year less than two months ago-- it was hot, sweaty work today.
What did DH decide to do today on his birthday? To take off early and help his wife in the humid heat. Which he did, fabulously.
The spatial sense on this man of mine is amazing! I was going to go with the furniture arrangement left by the previous teacher. Mais non, DH comes in and reminds me that I'm driving students behind my desk (that ain't good, folks, even at my grade level). He twists the desk, and voila! I have a desk with 10-foot bookcases behind it. No student traffic flows behind my desk.
It's not done, but it's looking like I'll be able to go down to Virginia.
Happy birthday, DH!
Got into the school and hit the ground running. I was, quite literally, jogging down the hallway with the carts laden with my stuff. (Nothing like the idea of missing out on a mini-vacation to motivate oneself. Here's the deal. If I get everything done, then I get to go to Norfolk-- and outlet goodness at Williamsburg-- with DH as he goes down for his job. If I don't finish, no trip.) Why so sweaty, you ask?
No air conditioning in the building during the summer, folks. Yes, that's right-- your tax dollars are conserved at our school and we only air condition the areas where people are. I mean, where they are supposed to be. It is hot and humid here in the summer, and the building was sweltering.
Then I discovered, two hours into my schlepping, that there is an air conditioner in my new classroom-- that I can control! In the portion of the building that I am leaving, there is only a unit on a master switch controlled by administration. I now! control! my! own! air! conditioner! Ahh, the luxuries of life...
Seriously, though-- as I was working on this day of vacation, since I was finishing up the previous school year less than two months ago-- it was hot, sweaty work today.
What did DH decide to do today on his birthday? To take off early and help his wife in the humid heat. Which he did, fabulously.
The spatial sense on this man of mine is amazing! I was going to go with the furniture arrangement left by the previous teacher. Mais non, DH comes in and reminds me that I'm driving students behind my desk (that ain't good, folks, even at my grade level). He twists the desk, and voila! I have a desk with 10-foot bookcases behind it. No student traffic flows behind my desk.
It's not done, but it's looking like I'll be able to go down to Virginia.
Happy birthday, DH!
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to work I go...
I go back tomorrow.
Found out at 3 pm on Friday that I am moving to another classroom. Ha, ha, ha...
What makes that so funny, you ask?
Well, if you know me (and if you're reading this, you probably do), you realize that I'm a 'stuff' person. A pack rat. Clutterbug.
I have tried to reform! I tried FlyLady. (DH cancelled the emails, saying, "This obviously isn't working.") I tried a cleaning lady. (DH cancelled her, too-- doggone gas and grocery prices.) I have tried keeping up with it-- and a toddler is in the mix, too.
Unfortunately, that's just at home. I have a whole lotta stuff in my classroom. (Boxes and boxes and boxes...) Therefore, it's off to a babysitter for my dear, sweet child and I'll be schlepping things like a madwoman. It will be me and a cart tomorrow.
M.L.K., if you were nearby (even on this seaboard), I'd hire you for a temp. job. But you probably would laugh at me as you wheeled Wikki Stix and Beverly Cleary books down the hallway!
The kicker is that tomorrow is DH's birthday. And I haven't plan one.
God help me through these next few weeks!
Found out at 3 pm on Friday that I am moving to another classroom. Ha, ha, ha...
What makes that so funny, you ask?
Well, if you know me (and if you're reading this, you probably do), you realize that I'm a 'stuff' person. A pack rat. Clutterbug.
I have tried to reform! I tried FlyLady. (DH cancelled the emails, saying, "This obviously isn't working.") I tried a cleaning lady. (DH cancelled her, too-- doggone gas and grocery prices.) I have tried keeping up with it-- and a toddler is in the mix, too.
Unfortunately, that's just at home. I have a whole lotta stuff in my classroom. (Boxes and boxes and boxes...) Therefore, it's off to a babysitter for my dear, sweet child and I'll be schlepping things like a madwoman. It will be me and a cart tomorrow.
M.L.K., if you were nearby (even on this seaboard), I'd hire you for a temp. job. But you probably would laugh at me as you wheeled Wikki Stix and Beverly Cleary books down the hallway!
The kicker is that tomorrow is DH's birthday. And I haven't plan one.
God help me through these next few weeks!
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