Look, kids! A Blog!

9-30-10




Boy, what a slacker! No blog for 2 days! I have a valid excuse. I have been crazy busy at work for two days. I am ready for a break. I have more work to do today, but I am dragging my feet this morning.



What is new? Nothing, really. It is the same ole stress and chaos that seems to be plaguing me these days. I keep trying to keep up with all the new stuff I have to do and I am not always able to. On the plus side, I was laughing hysterically about it all last night.



Our tree, Sideshow Bob, kept me up a good chunk of the night. He is shedding his little pellet berries which results in the constant thunk, ping, plop or thuds through the night of them hitting various surfaces outside. It is a good time, also, to steer clear of being under him. They don’t feel good when they hit you.



Tony Curtis, Eddie Fisher. Old famous guys with lots of wives and famous daughters dropping like flies.



Some quack on the radio predicting a giant earthquake this evening. Let’s hope he is still a quack come tonight.



Luna was barking odd last night, and I told Ken that if we have an earthquake right then that Luna has earned her keep as a earthquake detector. See I figure I can’t rely on either pup to protect me from Stabby Joe, so I have to hope they can protect me from shaking earth. I wonder what they would do with hermit crabs.



On the plus side, tonight I have no homework with the kids to deal with. Bobby did tonight’s homework last night and Dax doesn’t have homework on Thursdays (not that his stuff is a big deal). I do have to practice with Bobby and his bear. Tomorrow is Teddy Bear day at school. He is supposed to bring his bear to class. They have to introduce the class to their bear, tell them where they got it, and why it is special. He seems confident in his delivery with me, but I fear that he will have a meltdown similar to mine from my kindergarten days.



I have memories of puppets. Ok, one in particular that our teacher had us take home for a week. For that week, we were to prepare a character out of said puppet and present him in front of the class on Friday. I suppose I practiced in the idea that Matt and I did numerous puppet shows over the course of the week. I was excited and nervous, but figured it would be fine.



On the day of the puppet share, I was slated to go last. This is in a class of like 25 students. Some of the more boisterous students not only killed in their delivery, they did amazing ideas like having the puppet shake hands with audience members and do little dances. I like these ideas, and considered puppet plagiarism. My plans were dashed when the teacher declared a moratorium on interaction with the class like this. Fuck. Not only was I filled with fear, I had no material that has not already been done.



When my name was called, I walked to the front of the class, shaking all over. It is probably a good thing that I don’t actually vomit when my nerves are so crazed. I think I got out maybe only a few words total as I froze, unable to look at anyone. I can safely say this was my first experience with stage fright, and it is something that I have dealt with my entire life. Had I perhaps had a more understanding teacher at the time or maybe more confidence I would have pushed forward and succeeded. Instead, I sat down after what seemed like hours of torture, thankful that 5 year olds don’t have much of a memory.



It is one of those times in which I wish the classroom Bobby is in had a hidden room with one of those mirrors that I could spy on them. I would love to watch his bear presentation without my influence on his confidence. Unfortunately, I have to just hope that he doesn’t have vivid images of laughing kids and the feeling of hot embarrassment on his face like I do.



Ken has parties on both Saturday and Sunday. It means I can warrant taking the boys to get Star Wars bears this weekend. Ok, maybe not, but I sure would like to.



I also am slightly excited at him being at a party on Sunday as it means I can work on housework. I know this may not make sense, but I tend to get more done when he is not home.



Sheesh. I text Ken to ask him about the time of his party, and he texts back that he isn’t at the calendar and that Mrs Lira called and that Dax had an accident. I go into mega panic mode. Holy crap! What fucking happened???? I text back frantically, and wait for the bing that says new text. It finally comes and Ken informs me that he just got some pee on his pants.



God. Dammit.



Nothing like a heart attack for this fine morning.



Autocorrect on the iPhones is odd. It keeps correcting me when I put “me” to “mr”. Andy once sent me I think “Yay!” and it corrected it to “Yippie”. But the one that now takes the cake is Ken asked me for Stephanie’s number via text for school stuff, and autocorrect decided to ask me for Stroganoff’s number.



I am dead set on a good costume this year. I now currently own two different wolf masks, and a hat. My MIL sent me one of her nightgowns that is a possibility, although it is going to be crazy hot. I am still searching for nightgowns of my own, and I think I need to go to the cotton shop and maybe price out the fabric that matches my hat and take her up on the offer of making me a nightgown. I can then ship her fabric, measurements and have a cool costume. Perhaps I will actually win something this year at work. Now I just need some wolf hands and maybe feet.