So I am texting with my niece right now.
I feel old.
I am pretty sure I didn’t even talk to my aunts when I was 8 years old (texting hadn’t been invented and it still cost a ton of money to make a long distance phone call in the olden days)
i love texting. It would be fabulous if it could be my primary form of communication. Praise the lord for unlimited texting.
But seriously… 8 year olds are texting? I must be old fashion (or my sister is a way cooler mom than I am— which is probably true anyway). It is a good thing my nieces are pretty cool or I would be freaking out.
What do you think of texting?
I have said it before and I will reiterate it here again: I am a die hard St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan.
However, two things are causing some inner conflict for me: we live in the a different baseball market (Kansas City Royals) and I married a long suffering Royals fan. My children are not following in my steps and I feel like somewhat of a failure.
Because I love baseball I will watch any team and (I hate to say this) but I am starting to root for the Royals. Who doesn’t love an under dog? We watched with hopeful anticipation at the beginning of the season. We now watch with frustration as they slump.
The conflict arises when the Cardinals play the Royals. Obviously, I cheer for the Cardinals but I have to listen to The Hubs and Bubba give me a hard time (Dude doesn’t give a rip about baseball on tv and says he likes Yankees just to make us all mad). Tonight is the 3rd of 4 games. The Royals need a win to snap out of this terrible month of play. The Cardinals are on fire.
I keep telling myself that I want the Cardinals to win. But I keep catching myself rooting for the Royals. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? The Royals were leading and having a pretty good game until the 8th inning. Now I am sad for them. I am not enjoying the excellent inning the Cardinals are putting together because I feel sorry for the Royals.
The Hubs and I have started playing a game where we try to predict the final score before the 7th inning starts. I thought the Royals were going to win. We are now in the bottom of the 8th and the Cardinals have gotten hot.
And this bothers me.
I need to move back to a Cardinals market area. I can’t take this kind of inner conflict.
We are driving to the lake right now and we don’t have a DVD player or any other electronics for the 3+ hour drive. We talk about a lot of good stuff in the car.
Bubba is reading and telling us all about “The Fart Book”. Let me tell you this is a book of great literary quality. Basically, it is a dictionary of farts. I hate to say it but I was (and may possibly still be) slightly obsessed with poops and farts. I have several books on the topics.
Dude is telling us all the qualities he wants in the girl he wants to marry. She has to be pretty and know how to cook. He says the her feet don’t have to be clean- being dirty is not a deal breaker. However, the most important thing is that she obeys God. I think those are pretty good things to look for ans he might end up with a girl like me (besides the feet thing).
We are now taking a pit stop… All this fart talk, the little boy stinky feet mixed with the bad breath of the dog has made the truck smell bad.
Have a great weekend friends and remember why we celebrate.
I want to vent a little bit here on this one.
First I must confess a few things:
1. I am a reformed gossiper—- I used to love to be in the know. Now I am happier as a blissfully ignorant floater.
2. I can get mad easily. I make big bad bold statements (to the hubs and close friends) before having all the facts.
That being said there are some people in my community (including but definitely not limited to some people I work with and the anonymous commenters on our local newspaper’s website) that are limited-information-conclusion-jumpers.
I have tried to stay away from anything controversial since I moved to the small town. I love not knowing “the dish” because I don’t seem to get mad over as many frivolous thing as much. I have no reason not to trust my administrators (both at the building and central office level) because I don’t get caught up in other people’s opinions. I am pretty happy to be at work these days.
However, there are some issues (people complaining about how much money they aren’t making and how much others are) that seem to be blowing up all over the place. I can’t get away from it- the whispers in the halls, anonymous letters to on the fence faculty members, the uniformed comments with the vaguely written “news” articles, among other things.
It all just makes me mad. I can’t believe that I used to thrive on this stuff. Now I want to run as fast and as far as I can.
Do I wish I made more money? Who doesn’t? (by the way I make significantly less now in my 10th year of teaching than I did in year 2 because I moved from “the big city” to a small town)
Do I think it is important to stand up for what you believe in? Of course. People shouldn’t be afraid to do what is right… just make sure you are doing what is right (I am not sure that always happens)
I think too many people are whining and complaining because of things they have heard from others (who may or may not be correct). I don’t know the whole story and I wish I didn’t know any of it. I think, just like with any situation, there is a lot more than what we have heard (funny how the voices of the angry are often louder than those of reason).
I just wish people would realize how good we have it and how much worse things could be. And to those of you complaining about how much (or little) you are getting paid… at least you have a job… there are a lot of people out there that want yours.
Questions… do you get caught up in workplace gossip and drama?
What is your take on public bathroom talkers?
Personally, it freaks me out. I like to pretend I am alone in a puublic bathroom. Although, I don’t really want to listen to you pee, I really don’t want to have a conversation about the weather over the sound of both of us peeing.
The great thing about being a teacher is that when I walk into the bathroom, suddenly none of the girls really have to go very badly anymore and the bathroom clears out pretty quickly.
I seem to have gotten on the same “bathroom schedule” with someone I work with. She is a bathroom talker. It kind of freaks me out. She is so sweet and kind and is genuinely interested in how I am doing. I get really uncomfortable talking in the bathroom but don’t know how to express that politely.
I am working with a 4 minute bell schedule and am pretty focused when I am race walking to the bathroom between classes. I don’t have time to weave through middle school hall traffic to get to the private teacher bathroom. I might have to learn to walk faster or hold it a little longer.
How about you? Are you a bathroom talker? If so, can you wait until I am done?
Today is my birthday!
How old am I? you ask… As my papa used to say “I am as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.”
I have had a great birthday (except for the fact that we are MAP testing but I will rant about that when it is over). The weather was absolutely perfect today!
My students sang to me every hour. One even gave me a package of gushers fruit snacks. I love those things. They have spent the week planning a birthday party for me (to be held Friday when testing is over).
After school, the Hubs took Bubba, Dude, and me to Joplin for an onion brewski steak and hot rolls at Logans (my favorite!).
Once the boys went to bed, we watched a little baseball (the Cardinals won earlier today and the Royals just won their game so it has been a great day for baseball in our house) and I responded to all the birthday wishes on facebook (I love that there is a birthday reminder for everyone in the top right corner of the screen- birthday wishes always make me feel so good!).
The only downer to my day is that the weather man and his fancy computer weather projection thingy is calling for 10 inches of snow by Friday!!!! Can you believe that? I hope he is wrong although I am worried since the temperature has dropped about 30 degrees in the last few hours.
This birthday has been a good one. Life is good.