Sunday Is Good.

This morning was very crispy! I love it when the air gets just a nip in it. It is one of the prettiest days I've seen in quite some time. I went to early (8:45 a.m.) church, so I got the bite of the cool air. It was SO nice.

Then I went to Wal*Mart to do what had to be done. Then I came home and worked on the preview for midterms for my classes. After that, I went to BodyPump. Wow, the workout was SO good. I don't know if it was because I hadn't worked out in a while or if the workout was just extra-good.

Then I came back home and got back to work. I am now done with two of my classes. Whew, just one more to go. I think I'll get the bulk of this done in the morning during the tests I'm giving first and second blocks.

Well, here's to a good week for you and yours!

Rant Alert!!!

I downloaded an AWESOME CD which promptly was added to my ipod, then I made a CD for school. The title of that CD? Well, it's "Italia" by Chris Botti. It is so, well, no better word than dreamy. I enjoy EVERY song. The prettiest, "Deborah's Theme" and "Gabriel's Oboe," are composed by Ennio Moriccone (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ennio_Morricone). Based on the bit of research I did on him, he worked with Sergio Leone in the "spaghetti westerns" and that is primarily what he seems to be known for, but he does lovely work. This is the best, mostly instrumental CD I have. (You should really check out W.G. "Snuffy" Walden if you like instrumentals. He's a favorite as well, but he's more guitarish. Also he's the dude who came up with the presidential theme for The West Wing. And if you're close to 40, you'll remember 30something, which featured his music.) Be sure to get the deluxe edition. The songs that are bonuses really are bonuses for once, not just some crap they add to make you feel as if you're getting your money's worth.

Today has been pretty constructive. I've almost got my midterms completed for my classes. They are on Wednesday and Thursday!?! This is unprecedented and clearly something that is a pleasant surprise. I've also essentially got grades for one class done. I'll just add a few things from this week and the midterm. If tomorrow is as productive, I may not be losing my mind at the end of a nine weeks for once. I'm going to set that as my goal.

Well, I must sleep if I want to be productive tomorrow, which it already is now. . .

Another Week Done!

We are almost at the end of the first nine-weeks of the year. I remember lamenting going back to school. And next week we'll have mid-terms. I am so lucky to have this job!

Next week is homecoming, so madness will ensue as dress-up days mesh with mid-terms on Wednesday and Thursday. Monday is flashback day, Tuesday is twin day, Wednesday is wacky-tacky Wednesday, and Thursday is black and gold day. Great! Will I dress up? I'm not quite sure. I've got Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday on lock down. Not too sure about Monday. I know that I've got some 80's or 70's ensemble in my closet just waiting to be put together, but I'm not really feeling that. I may come up with the lame-o "I'm flashing back to last week" which students use repeatedly.

We have a work day on Friday and will be expected to help get floats ready for the parade that afternoon. But then, oh how sweet it will be, we have Monday and Tuesday of the next week off to enjoy the spoils of the awesome COLUMBUS DAY. Thanks Chris, for getting on Queen Isabella's good side and making the trek over this way. (The part of me that is Native American has, however, nothing but disdain for you and your ilk!)

Hippy Chick, Here It Is

Tonight, my dear friend, hairstylist, and waxer extraordinaire, Hippy Chick and I had a mad night on the town at Chic Filet (a.k.a. Chick-fil-A, right?). During the conversation I brought up a topic that Mrs. C. had told me about.


She said that to be nauseous you had to be making someone feel nauseated. However, it seems as if Merriam-Webster says differently--


Main Entry: nau·seous Pronunciation: 'no-sh&s, 'no-zE-&sFunction: adjective1 : causing nausea or disgust : NAUSEATING2 : affected with nausea or disgust - nau·seous·ly adverb - nau·seous·ness nounusage Those who insist that nauseous can properly be used only in sense 1 and that in sense 2 it is an error for nauseated are mistaken. Current evidence shows these facts: nauseous is most frequently used to mean physically affected with nausea, usually after a linking verb such as feel or become; figurative use is quite a bit less frequent. Use of nauseous in sense 1 is much more often figurative than literal, and this use appears to be losing ground to nauseating. Nauseated is used more widely than nauseous in sense 2.

So, Hippy, that whole diatribe is crap. Funny. I'll let Mrs. C. know she's misinformed. She said that Miss (Insert School Teacher's Name Here) was very adamant about the proper usage of this word. Now M-W disagrees.

Hmmmmm...

I've Got to Get It Together

Okay, I am tired all the time. I know why, yet I do nothing about it. My nutrition is crap. I have gone totally off the wagon or is it on the wagon? Anyway, it's not good.

I've got to get reacquainted with my gym. I'm such a sluggard lately. Ugh.

I think I'll do a challenge from "Dare to Tri" and start a revolution in my gym time and add to that some proper nutrition.

Hmmmm. . . let me think about that.

I Am Happy and Tired

Today we had another cross-country meet. We have the nicest kids on the team. It was funny because when we went into the Dairy Queen, we were closely followed by one of the other teams. The other team screamed, hollered, and shoved their collective way into the DQ because it was a really small one. I looked at Snoopy and said, "I'm so glad that our kids are nice." To which she responded, "Me too." I know, what electrifying conversationalists we are. But that's beside the point, we're talking about high school kids here. BTW, as I'm fond of saying, our boys came in third and our girls came in second.

Also, I have to give a big long explanation about something stupid, but I can't NOT comment. My sister, Supermom, has a list, the Travolta list, on which she puts celebrities who SEEMED okay at one time, but have proven to be good 'uns. For example, last week because he wouldn't speak to Elizabeth Hasselbeck, Barry Manilow earned a spot on the Travolta list. (Did I mention how John Travolta earned his spot? He really doesn't acknowledge his son's situation which seems to be autistic-like because Scientology doesn't recognize those types of problems. If you notice Travolta and wife RARELY appear in public with Jett. http://www.hollywoodinterrupted.com/archives/a_plea_from_hollywood_john_travolta_open_your_heart.phtml
You'll see them with Ella Bleu at premieres, etc., but never with Jett.) I am not a subscriber to the list, although I was disappointed in Barry {Oh, how I love the Copa, don't fall in love!}. Really, I understand the whole Rose O'Donnell debacle and all, but she's not going to scratch his eyes out or something. Okay. All that. ANYWAY, it's about Kevin Spacey. Why, in the wide world of sports is he going down to Venezuela to see that guy? I don't understand. If anyone out there has an idea, please let me know. I've actually worked with some successful business people from Venezuela and they all think that Chavez is Rancho Cucamonga. Why Kevin, why? Keyser Soze? The GENIUS of geniuses in American Beauty. Ugh!

Have I said lately how much I love my job? I SO do. So, that's what I wish for you, that you are happy to get up and go to work every day.

Wow, I'm Glad to Be Home

Hey!







I am really glad to be back home. I was in Savannah both Wednesday and Thursday nights. It's not that far, but it was still tiring.

On Wednesday, Hot Pants (a business teacher at my school) and I went to the SCAD-sponsored deal for Frank Warren who does the Post Secret website and books. (You can see him in the picture above.) His talk was very good. It was kind of cute. He's very nonchalant, kind of like, "This is what I go down in my basement and do as a hobby." But you can tell he's MUCH more into it than that. He's very interesting. He talks in a very low voice, as if he's only talking to you. He showed a slide show of the anonymously sent-in postcards. It was enthralling. Hot Pants and I couldn't decided whether we love this so much because we're concerned or because we're nosy. We settled on concerned. Also, we stopped by a Starbuck's. I had no idea, and people had told me so, but their Pumpkin Spice Latte will CHANGE YOUR LIFE. Just be careful at the end or you'll wind up with a mouthful of what seems like dirt, but is actually spice. Or our barista hated us and actually put dirt in the latte?!?

Then on Thursday I went with Big Hair (also a business teacher at my school) to see her son, who attends a local private school, play his middle school football game. He was the quarterback and had a very good game. He is in the eighth grade. The bad thing was a) the game started at 7, b) a poor boy on their team got hit and was out on the field being attended to for quite some time, c) I had a bad case of GERD from eating at Carabba's, and d) it was raining. Incidentally, the young man was taken to the hospital and he only had a stinger, but it was horrifying to see that child lain-out on the field as the emergency personnel tried to decide the plan of action. There were some medical professionals in the crowd who went down to give assistance. Because of the delay, I got home after 11, and if you've read this blog before, you know I love my sleep.

On Friday, I worked a little late, and then went over to Senora's house just for a little while. After that I returned home for the fun of doing laundry. Oh, how I love doing laundry! Actually, the doing of the laundry isn't my issue; it's the putting up of the clean clothes that for some reason is an insurmountable task for me. UGH!

So, Saturday I got up at the crack of dawn to run up to Grandmamma & Bubba, Sr.'s house. I met up with Supermom and Wonder Child also. We all piled in one car, drove to just above Macon, where I exited the cram-mobile and got in my sister-in-law's new Lexus. Nice. Anyway, we went up to my aunt's house for my only remaining grandparent's birthday. She is eighty something and has lived quite a difficult life. She has six children, one of whom has died, and a passel of grandchildren and great-grandchildren of whom Wonder Child is the current #1. She's very moody and stays in constant argument with my daddy (her son). I was arguing with him yesterday and he accused me of being like her until he realized that he's always said I'm like my mamma's mother. Then he started in on that. Well, long story even longer, I saw relatives I'd not seen in a while. I enjoyed the visit A LOT more than I'd expected.

So, I've actually had a brilliant few days here. I plan on watching Ken Burns & Lynn Novak's The War tonight on PBS. I LOVE Ken Burns. I do have a backup plan, though. If I am too sleepy, I'm going to watch it on DVR, as I am DVRing all 15 hours of it. I heard a critic on Fresh Air say how good it is. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14591797