Here is my dog in her Halloween costume, just because.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Psychedelic Furs and People Watching
Last night I saw the Psych Furs at the Trocadero in Philly. I went with my husband and sister-in-law, Maribeth. Her husband was supposed to come too but he wussed out. That's another story tho.
The show was great. Richard Butler is starting to look quite a lot like David Bowie. He looked like he was having a great time and really wanted to be there. That's always nice. Unlike when we see Echo and the Bunnymen and Ian McCullough looks like he just wants to go home. Maribeth said she's not even sure he knows where he is. But as usual, I digress.
As I said, the show was great, I am not sure why they are touring, just for something to do I guess. As far as I could tell they don't have a new album. I didn't recognize three songs, but that doesn't mean anything. I don't have all their albums anyway. They played a couple of songs I had forgotten all about but I said "I love this song!" when they started, "Sleep Comes Down" and "Only You and I".
First adventure of the evening was getting there. We couldn't find anywhere to park. We finally found a lot that was close enough, walked over to the Troc and the bouncer says "have your ticket and your ID." Bet left her ID in the car. She is the youngest of the three of us and is 34, so I said "her's is in the car." He says "Well, you better go get it, it's an over 21 show." Rob says "you have got to be kidding." His response was "That's the way it works." I said, "Not normally when you are 35 it doesn't." So we actually had to go back to the car and get it and they actually checked all our IDs. What I want to know is how many under 21 year olds have even heard of the Psych Furs unless their parents are playing them!?
I am not sure if lots of other people who are close to our age just look really bad, or if the crowd was a lot older, because we actually did look younger than at least 3/4 of the people in there. There were some very strange people in this crowd. When we were looking for a place to park we saw a very large man with white hair, huge earrings and a black trench coat getting out of a cab-he went the wrong direction when he got out of the cab, I sort of thought he looked like he may be going, but then he went to opposite way, maybe he needed to stop somewhere else first-he was there. Bet saw him doing a dance, I missed that. The guy behind us, who was about 5 feet tall, got really annoying toward the end and was just shouting. I doubt he could see over me so good-because he pissed me off. By far my favorite person in attendance was some guy who had this total "I think I am Johnny Depp" thing going on. He had shoulder length, dark curly hair, big black-framed glasses, wearing a black hat, he was going all out. And I so wanted to go over to him and say "yeah, this whole look works for Johnny Depp, because HE'S Johnny Depp." Anyone else, you just look ridiculous. I imagine there are some who would say Johnny Depp looks ridiculous-the fuggers don't like it I know!
Some of the fun at concerts of largely 80s bands is watching to crowd. Rob noted that he thinks it's weird that we never run into anyone we know. I suppose that's true. But no one in high school except my immediate circle of friends was listening to anything that wasn't top 40. I guess 'no one' is an exaggeration, but I can think of about 5 people who may have been listening to what we were listening to. There were people in college but it was Philly, so who knows where they came from and where they moved to after college?!
Oh well. We had fun. And today we went to a family party and I got to harass my brother-in-law for being a big pussy. Next concert is Howard Jones, which I understand from Suzy will be completely mellow. Hey Beth, you guys didn't forget about that did you? Although I know next concert for you is Justin. Did sexy go somewhere? That's all I wanna know.
The show was great. Richard Butler is starting to look quite a lot like David Bowie. He looked like he was having a great time and really wanted to be there. That's always nice. Unlike when we see Echo and the Bunnymen and Ian McCullough looks like he just wants to go home. Maribeth said she's not even sure he knows where he is. But as usual, I digress.
As I said, the show was great, I am not sure why they are touring, just for something to do I guess. As far as I could tell they don't have a new album. I didn't recognize three songs, but that doesn't mean anything. I don't have all their albums anyway. They played a couple of songs I had forgotten all about but I said "I love this song!" when they started, "Sleep Comes Down" and "Only You and I".
First adventure of the evening was getting there. We couldn't find anywhere to park. We finally found a lot that was close enough, walked over to the Troc and the bouncer says "have your ticket and your ID." Bet left her ID in the car. She is the youngest of the three of us and is 34, so I said "her's is in the car." He says "Well, you better go get it, it's an over 21 show." Rob says "you have got to be kidding." His response was "That's the way it works." I said, "Not normally when you are 35 it doesn't." So we actually had to go back to the car and get it and they actually checked all our IDs. What I want to know is how many under 21 year olds have even heard of the Psych Furs unless their parents are playing them!?
I am not sure if lots of other people who are close to our age just look really bad, or if the crowd was a lot older, because we actually did look younger than at least 3/4 of the people in there. There were some very strange people in this crowd. When we were looking for a place to park we saw a very large man with white hair, huge earrings and a black trench coat getting out of a cab-he went the wrong direction when he got out of the cab, I sort of thought he looked like he may be going, but then he went to opposite way, maybe he needed to stop somewhere else first-he was there. Bet saw him doing a dance, I missed that. The guy behind us, who was about 5 feet tall, got really annoying toward the end and was just shouting. I doubt he could see over me so good-because he pissed me off. By far my favorite person in attendance was some guy who had this total "I think I am Johnny Depp" thing going on. He had shoulder length, dark curly hair, big black-framed glasses, wearing a black hat, he was going all out. And I so wanted to go over to him and say "yeah, this whole look works for Johnny Depp, because HE'S Johnny Depp." Anyone else, you just look ridiculous. I imagine there are some who would say Johnny Depp looks ridiculous-the fuggers don't like it I know!
Some of the fun at concerts of largely 80s bands is watching to crowd. Rob noted that he thinks it's weird that we never run into anyone we know. I suppose that's true. But no one in high school except my immediate circle of friends was listening to anything that wasn't top 40. I guess 'no one' is an exaggeration, but I can think of about 5 people who may have been listening to what we were listening to. There were people in college but it was Philly, so who knows where they came from and where they moved to after college?!
Oh well. We had fun. And today we went to a family party and I got to harass my brother-in-law for being a big pussy. Next concert is Howard Jones, which I understand from Suzy will be completely mellow. Hey Beth, you guys didn't forget about that did you? Although I know next concert for you is Justin. Did sexy go somewhere? That's all I wanna know.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
My Cousin's Asshole Husband
We always go to dinner at my aunt's house on Christmas. My aunt's house is all on the second floor and my 84 year old grandmother can't go up steps so this year my aunt cooked and took it to her daughter's house. My cousin, Lisa. Lisa and her husband, Wally, are going through a separation, yet again, I won't even get into that. So Lisa's kids were there and her husband was not because they are separating and no one wants to see him. She's moving out in two weeks.
They have four girls. We had dinner at 4:00 I think because my grandmother goes to bed early and so that the girls could be there and then go with Wally, hereafter known as asshole, to his mother's house. At some point or another he called and said he was on his way.
My son was sitting in the playroom watching tv because he has no interest in playing with five girls (including his sister) especially since the cousins are 8, 5, 4 and 3. He comes into the kitchen and says "I think Wally is here." Not sure why he said "I think" because I guess he came in and went in the playroom to look for the girls.
I said I guess he was there to get the girls and I went in the other room to see, Brandon and my husband stayed in the kitchen. So now I am in the living room, my step-father is in there and my daughter. Asshole did not say one word to anyone. Oh wait, he did speak to my grandmother and ask her how she was, I was standing right there and he pretended I wasn't. So anyway, I think he could have at least said something to my 13 year old who was helping the girls get their shoes and coats on. He could have said thank you at least...common courtesy.
Personally, I think if he was going to behave that way, he should have called Lisa when he was on the way and asked her to have the girls ready, then knock on the door and she could just send them out. If you are not going to at least say hello, or Merry Christmas, what with it was Christmas and all, then you should not come in the house. Should I go to his MySpace page and send him a link to here so he can read this and learn about common courtesy?
They have four girls. We had dinner at 4:00 I think because my grandmother goes to bed early and so that the girls could be there and then go with Wally, hereafter known as asshole, to his mother's house. At some point or another he called and said he was on his way.
My son was sitting in the playroom watching tv because he has no interest in playing with five girls (including his sister) especially since the cousins are 8, 5, 4 and 3. He comes into the kitchen and says "I think Wally is here." Not sure why he said "I think" because I guess he came in and went in the playroom to look for the girls.
I said I guess he was there to get the girls and I went in the other room to see, Brandon and my husband stayed in the kitchen. So now I am in the living room, my step-father is in there and my daughter. Asshole did not say one word to anyone. Oh wait, he did speak to my grandmother and ask her how she was, I was standing right there and he pretended I wasn't. So anyway, I think he could have at least said something to my 13 year old who was helping the girls get their shoes and coats on. He could have said thank you at least...common courtesy.
Personally, I think if he was going to behave that way, he should have called Lisa when he was on the way and asked her to have the girls ready, then knock on the door and she could just send them out. If you are not going to at least say hello, or Merry Christmas, what with it was Christmas and all, then you should not come in the house. Should I go to his MySpace page and send him a link to here so he can read this and learn about common courtesy?
My Daughter
I have to rant about my daughter. She is the queen of gross. I don't even know where to start. Since she has been about five, every year at Christmas and in the summer, after her birthday, we would go through all her clothes and toys and do a major cleaning and organizing of her room. Get rid of everything she'd outgrown. Out with the old, in with the new sort of thing. Well, she is now 13. After her last birthday I asked her if we needed to do that, she didn't get a bunch of toys, what she has she's not ready to part with yet, but it hasn't been out in ages. She said we didn't need to do that. I am trying, very hard, to treat her like a teenager instead of like a toddler, so I said ok.
Well, I figured that since she has a ton of new clothes and since every time she has a dress down day at school I send her back to her room to change into something that actually fits, I better get up there and have her go through things with me. I want the clothes that are too small gone so we can not have these fights every time there is a dress down day! So I gave her warning that we were going to do this. I told her to go clean up the mess on the floor.
Oh-and last week we had a conversation about the difference between messy and dirty. I told her she was dirty and it was gross. And I told her that since it is MY house and she's ruining my carpet and making my whole upstairs stink, I do have the right to tell her it's not ok and I do get to decide about those things, even when they are her possessions and it's "her" room.
So I tell her to get all the clothes out of her closet, I don't even want to look in there. All I know is last week she took three bags of trash out of there. Actual trash. Why does a 13 year old have 3 bags of trash in her closet? That was when we had the messy v dirty conversation. She gets the clothes, we go through them. So far, so good.
Then I open one of her dresser drawers, it wasn't awful, we went through it. Next drawer, crammed full of stuff, not folded at all, I am still ok. Then I open the drawer where her socks and underwear are supposed to be. Note I said supposed. There are a few pairs of socks, no underwear at all. Not one pair! Where are this child's underwear!? I don't want to think about it. Also in this drawer are stacks of photos-she has photo albums which are no doubt empty. There is her diary that she is supposed to keep for her counselor, some random papers and about ten candy wrappers. Oh yeah, and a burned out lightbulb. So I have a two year old conversation with her about what we are supposed to do with trash.
Then we get to the nightstand. The nightstand was supposed to be for pajamas and cheerleading/dance/gymnastic stuff and her bathing suits in the summer. She opens the top drawer, it is practically empty, there is one pair of pj pants in there. I just shake my head. Then she tries to open the bottom drawer. It is jammed closed. She gets it open, pulls out all kinds of random clothes, picture frames, and some other crap, I don't even know what.
She moves and when she does it lifts the bedskirt and I see clothes. I then make her pull clothes out from under the bed. There were more clothes shoved under her bed than there were in the closet and three dresser drawers combined. This is when the tirade started. I lit into her about lying to me about putting her clean clothes away. About being dirty and gross. I asked her if her friends did this. She doesn't know. I asked if I should ask them if they do this. No, of course not. Why not? Well, no doubt because they don't and she has to know it's gross and doesn't want her friends to know.
So anyway, she tells me it is clean clothes, that's nice. I already don't fold or put her things away because of this nonsense. The only reason she gets her wash done at all at this point is because I don't want her touching my $1100 washing machine. She breaks everything! In addition to the clean clothes, she pulls out two pairs of pajama bottoms that she had "girl accidents" in. I was just like "you are totally gross". So we threw those out because that's hard enough to wash out anyway, let alone after its been sitting and is all dried in and everything. I told her (again) that when that happens you have to wash it in cold water and put it in the laundry. Maybe this is why she has no panties. May she just threw them all away. I am baffled.
After about an hour I had enough and I assigned her two jobs to finish, one being to match up all the socks she pulled from under her bed and put them away since she says they are clean. Believe me, I don't want to be washing all that stuff-it would be at least two loads of laundry. Then I remembered a large rubbermaid container she has in her room that is for storing stuffed animals in. There are so many stuffed animals on her bed right now that there is barely room for her. And it's a full sized bed. So I went up and said "what's in that box?" Her response, as usually "I don't know". She opened it...clothes. As if you didn't already know that! We'll tackle that tomorrow.
She's a nightmare. From now on she's hanging and folding in the laundry room and I'll watch her put her stuff away. I reminded her that the reason I wasn't doing that was that I was letting her show me she was more responsible and maturing. Yeah, not so much.
I guess that's all for my rant!
Well, I figured that since she has a ton of new clothes and since every time she has a dress down day at school I send her back to her room to change into something that actually fits, I better get up there and have her go through things with me. I want the clothes that are too small gone so we can not have these fights every time there is a dress down day! So I gave her warning that we were going to do this. I told her to go clean up the mess on the floor.
Oh-and last week we had a conversation about the difference between messy and dirty. I told her she was dirty and it was gross. And I told her that since it is MY house and she's ruining my carpet and making my whole upstairs stink, I do have the right to tell her it's not ok and I do get to decide about those things, even when they are her possessions and it's "her" room.
So I tell her to get all the clothes out of her closet, I don't even want to look in there. All I know is last week she took three bags of trash out of there. Actual trash. Why does a 13 year old have 3 bags of trash in her closet? That was when we had the messy v dirty conversation. She gets the clothes, we go through them. So far, so good.
Then I open one of her dresser drawers, it wasn't awful, we went through it. Next drawer, crammed full of stuff, not folded at all, I am still ok. Then I open the drawer where her socks and underwear are supposed to be. Note I said supposed. There are a few pairs of socks, no underwear at all. Not one pair! Where are this child's underwear!? I don't want to think about it. Also in this drawer are stacks of photos-she has photo albums which are no doubt empty. There is her diary that she is supposed to keep for her counselor, some random papers and about ten candy wrappers. Oh yeah, and a burned out lightbulb. So I have a two year old conversation with her about what we are supposed to do with trash.
Then we get to the nightstand. The nightstand was supposed to be for pajamas and cheerleading/dance/gymnastic stuff and her bathing suits in the summer. She opens the top drawer, it is practically empty, there is one pair of pj pants in there. I just shake my head. Then she tries to open the bottom drawer. It is jammed closed. She gets it open, pulls out all kinds of random clothes, picture frames, and some other crap, I don't even know what.
She moves and when she does it lifts the bedskirt and I see clothes. I then make her pull clothes out from under the bed. There were more clothes shoved under her bed than there were in the closet and three dresser drawers combined. This is when the tirade started. I lit into her about lying to me about putting her clean clothes away. About being dirty and gross. I asked her if her friends did this. She doesn't know. I asked if I should ask them if they do this. No, of course not. Why not? Well, no doubt because they don't and she has to know it's gross and doesn't want her friends to know.
So anyway, she tells me it is clean clothes, that's nice. I already don't fold or put her things away because of this nonsense. The only reason she gets her wash done at all at this point is because I don't want her touching my $1100 washing machine. She breaks everything! In addition to the clean clothes, she pulls out two pairs of pajama bottoms that she had "girl accidents" in. I was just like "you are totally gross". So we threw those out because that's hard enough to wash out anyway, let alone after its been sitting and is all dried in and everything. I told her (again) that when that happens you have to wash it in cold water and put it in the laundry. Maybe this is why she has no panties. May she just threw them all away. I am baffled.
After about an hour I had enough and I assigned her two jobs to finish, one being to match up all the socks she pulled from under her bed and put them away since she says they are clean. Believe me, I don't want to be washing all that stuff-it would be at least two loads of laundry. Then I remembered a large rubbermaid container she has in her room that is for storing stuffed animals in. There are so many stuffed animals on her bed right now that there is barely room for her. And it's a full sized bed. So I went up and said "what's in that box?" Her response, as usually "I don't know". She opened it...clothes. As if you didn't already know that! We'll tackle that tomorrow.
She's a nightmare. From now on she's hanging and folding in the laundry room and I'll watch her put her stuff away. I reminded her that the reason I wasn't doing that was that I was letting her show me she was more responsible and maturing. Yeah, not so much.
I guess that's all for my rant!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Favorite Songs
When I was Christmas shopping with Beth, we were in Sharper Image and there was a song playing whose lyrics I recognized and after a minute I figured out that it was Blue Monday. I said to Beth "Listen, awful, annoying remake of Blue Monday" or something along those lines. I'd like to point out I am NOT a fan of remade New Order songs...ever. Every one I have heard sucks, imho. She said something along the lines of "Oh yeah, I couldn't place that." And I said, "It's one of my favorite songs of all time." Her response was "Really?" with complete surprise.
Since that seemed to surprise one of my best and oldest (oldest meaning longest amount of time) friends, and since she is the only one who ever reads this unless someone else is sent here to look at pictures of my awesome Duran Duran purse, I'd like to make a list of my all time favorite songs just for future reference. What this means is, songs that I think "I really need to hear {this song} right now", songs I will listen to, no matter how many times I have already heard them, and I have never been sick of them. In no particular order other than I'll start with my favorite bands first...
Careless Memories...Duran Duran
Come Undone...Duran Duran
Save a Prayer...Duran Duran (yes, really...not sick of it)
Blasphemous Rumours...Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus...Depeche Mode
Just Can't Get Enough...Depeche Mode
Edge of Heaven...Wham!
Father Figure...George Michael
Blue Monday...New Order
Bizarre Love Triangle...New Order
Head Like a Hole...Nine Inch Nails
The Only Time...Nine Inch Nails
Kinda I Want To...Nine Inch Nails
How Soon is Now?...The Smiths
Hit...The Sugarcubes
You Oughtta Know...Allanis Morrissette
How Beautiful You Are...The Cure
Icing Sugar...The Cure
Push...The Cure
Ball of Confusion...Love and Rockets
Troy...Sinead O'Connor
I Will Follow...U2
Dancing Barefoot...U2
What's the Story Morning Glory?...Oasis
Cornflake Girl...Tori Amos
Precious Things...Tori Amos
Jane Says...Jane's Addiction
Cruel Summer...Bananarama
Desperate But Not Serious...Adam Ant
The One Thing...INXS
Nothing after 1999 because that's too recent to be an all-time favorite, I could still get sick of it. That seems like enough, it's all that has easily popped into my head, now I'd just be thinking about it too much. I kept with only three per any one band. But I feel I need to add Do You Believe in Shame and Palomino...also Duran Duran. But five from my all time favorite band seems reasonable anyway.
Next time I'll do movies.
As a P.S. I am not sure whether that remake of Blue Monday or the remake we heard of Come Undone last year in Sephora, also while Christmas shopping, was worse. I think maybe the Come Undone remake because it took me a lot longer to figure out what it was. ::shudder::
Merry Christmas!
Since that seemed to surprise one of my best and oldest (oldest meaning longest amount of time) friends, and since she is the only one who ever reads this unless someone else is sent here to look at pictures of my awesome Duran Duran purse, I'd like to make a list of my all time favorite songs just for future reference. What this means is, songs that I think "I really need to hear {this song} right now", songs I will listen to, no matter how many times I have already heard them, and I have never been sick of them. In no particular order other than I'll start with my favorite bands first...
Careless Memories...Duran Duran
Come Undone...Duran Duran
Save a Prayer...Duran Duran (yes, really...not sick of it)
Blasphemous Rumours...Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus...Depeche Mode
Just Can't Get Enough...Depeche Mode
Edge of Heaven...Wham!
Father Figure...George Michael
Blue Monday...New Order
Bizarre Love Triangle...New Order
Head Like a Hole...Nine Inch Nails
The Only Time...Nine Inch Nails
Kinda I Want To...Nine Inch Nails
How Soon is Now?...The Smiths
Hit...The Sugarcubes
You Oughtta Know...Allanis Morrissette
How Beautiful You Are...The Cure
Icing Sugar...The Cure
Push...The Cure
Ball of Confusion...Love and Rockets
Troy...Sinead O'Connor
I Will Follow...U2
Dancing Barefoot...U2
What's the Story Morning Glory?...Oasis
Cornflake Girl...Tori Amos
Precious Things...Tori Amos
Jane Says...Jane's Addiction
Cruel Summer...Bananarama
Desperate But Not Serious...Adam Ant
The One Thing...INXS
Nothing after 1999 because that's too recent to be an all-time favorite, I could still get sick of it. That seems like enough, it's all that has easily popped into my head, now I'd just be thinking about it too much. I kept with only three per any one band. But I feel I need to add Do You Believe in Shame and Palomino...also Duran Duran. But five from my all time favorite band seems reasonable anyway.
Next time I'll do movies.
As a P.S. I am not sure whether that remake of Blue Monday or the remake we heard of Come Undone last year in Sephora, also while Christmas shopping, was worse. I think maybe the Come Undone remake because it took me a lot longer to figure out what it was. ::shudder::
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 22, 2006
More Annoying Things About My Job
So at my job that I love so much I get 12 sick days and 5 personal days per year. If those days are not used they accumulate, forever. When you retire the school district pays you for the days, but only up to 100 and the last I heard it was $50 per day, nevermind that it costs them $80 a day for a substitute if you do use them. But that's a different rant.
So, as of the last statement I have 65 days, this is my 9th year. Last year I used, if I recall correctly 42 for an extended sick leave when I was in a car accident and messed up my knee. So, I did all the math earlier today and basically what this means is that I have averaged 6 days per school year. So, when Brandon ran away on November 13, I took a personal day. Well, according to our contract, I am "not allowed" to take a personal day that day because the two school days immediately prior we had off. So now I have to "provide documentation" that I really had an emergency. It is so annoying and ridiculous. The best part of the whole thing, is that if I had not been upset and had been thinking clearly, I could have just called out sick and they wouldn't be bothering me about this. What I am saying is, they have the system set up so that I would be better off to have lied about the reason I wasn't there. Totally stupid.
Today, with our paycheck, we get a letter that says if you are taking a medical leave of absence, you need to provide ten days notice. Huh? Under what circumstances are most people able to provide ten days notice that they are going to need a medical leave? I can think of 2, pregnancy and scheduled surgery. I think I have never received any notice so ridiculous in all my life.
As if this school district doesn't have enough trouble keeping people already, they need to give us even more reason to want to go elsewhere. I can retire after next year. Have I mentioned that? Time to start looking into my next career move.
So, as of the last statement I have 65 days, this is my 9th year. Last year I used, if I recall correctly 42 for an extended sick leave when I was in a car accident and messed up my knee. So, I did all the math earlier today and basically what this means is that I have averaged 6 days per school year. So, when Brandon ran away on November 13, I took a personal day. Well, according to our contract, I am "not allowed" to take a personal day that day because the two school days immediately prior we had off. So now I have to "provide documentation" that I really had an emergency. It is so annoying and ridiculous. The best part of the whole thing, is that if I had not been upset and had been thinking clearly, I could have just called out sick and they wouldn't be bothering me about this. What I am saying is, they have the system set up so that I would be better off to have lied about the reason I wasn't there. Totally stupid.
Today, with our paycheck, we get a letter that says if you are taking a medical leave of absence, you need to provide ten days notice. Huh? Under what circumstances are most people able to provide ten days notice that they are going to need a medical leave? I can think of 2, pregnancy and scheduled surgery. I think I have never received any notice so ridiculous in all my life.
As if this school district doesn't have enough trouble keeping people already, they need to give us even more reason to want to go elsewhere. I can retire after next year. Have I mentioned that? Time to start looking into my next career move.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Almost forgot
I also took more pictures of my leaves. Fun! There is my cat on the deck and the other picture is actually the pool. Can you see the cover??
Photos
This is what happens when you leave an 11 year old and a 13 year old home alone from school when they have a day off and you don't The children got bored and went crazy with the digital camera. These beauties are going with the Christmas cards.
Enjoy!
So it's been a month
but I have good reason. The only people who read this blog entered the Nanowrimo write a novel in a month challenge which inspired me to do the same. So I spent all of my writing time in November doing that. I actually did it too! I have little icons I can post here that verify that-but that would actually involve me figuring out how to do that and I don't want to. I am not really all that big on reading directions on getting anything done on a computer.
I also did not have the best month ever personally. My son ran away and we have been dealing with him and all his "issues". I am not sure how an 11 year old can be that depressed. I am however, completely willing to blame it all on his biological parents. So we have to get him a psychiatrist appointment to rule out bi-polar disorder, which bio-mom has so we may not be ruling it out. I am about talked out on him though.
Work sucks as usual. I have decided I am just bored out of my mind there. You can't really be all that enthusiastic about teaching when you are bored yourself! I told my assistant today, if I wait out my ten years until the pension vests, that means as of today I have 305 days left. But who's counting? I have to work out how to use up my 60+ sick days.
I am working on my Christmas cards. Last year I never sent them because I was in a car accident on December 15 and I hadn't gotten them done prior to that since I was working on my thesis. I guess I have to do it this year. The envelopes are addressed. I have to print out the pictures for the cards. I'll post those. They are a little bit odd but my sister-in-law who is just about my best friend thinks I should go ahead and send them. My kids are weird. Trying to get pictures of an 11 year old boy and a 13 year old girl is a lot of fun anyway.
So that's the update. Nothing exciting.
I also did not have the best month ever personally. My son ran away and we have been dealing with him and all his "issues". I am not sure how an 11 year old can be that depressed. I am however, completely willing to blame it all on his biological parents. So we have to get him a psychiatrist appointment to rule out bi-polar disorder, which bio-mom has so we may not be ruling it out. I am about talked out on him though.
Work sucks as usual. I have decided I am just bored out of my mind there. You can't really be all that enthusiastic about teaching when you are bored yourself! I told my assistant today, if I wait out my ten years until the pension vests, that means as of today I have 305 days left. But who's counting? I have to work out how to use up my 60+ sick days.
I am working on my Christmas cards. Last year I never sent them because I was in a car accident on December 15 and I hadn't gotten them done prior to that since I was working on my thesis. I guess I have to do it this year. The envelopes are addressed. I have to print out the pictures for the cards. I'll post those. They are a little bit odd but my sister-in-law who is just about my best friend thinks I should go ahead and send them. My kids are weird. Trying to get pictures of an 11 year old boy and a 13 year old girl is a lot of fun anyway.
So that's the update. Nothing exciting.
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