perving on a young man, who is probably legal for me to perv on, but is more than likely younger than my son.
a disenfranchised Tropical Storm is making its way up the coast and no one told me.
It has rained bucket-loads for 24 hours, my stuff ain’t no better. I sound like a freaking mouse! I have official walk-throughs on Wednesday, testing to finish on Monday, I get paid Monday and I see I’ll be at a doctor’s on Tuesday… meaning I can’t take off work. yet.
You know, germy kids and a not healthy air classroom, that the custodians mopped down with bleach on Friday.
To make matters worse, I was feeling a LITTLE bit better today and decided to do laundry as I didn’t do it last week. I pulled my clothes out of the back corner, to find them soaked. Apparently, the motel’s commercial laundry room behind my room is leaking… and yes FUZZY STUFF was growing on my suitcase and my stuff was soaked. And it stank to high heaven.
I have been moved. I can’t win. I just can’t. I moved, by myself, in the flipping, pouring rain to the opposite side of the motel complex. rather than have 18 wheelers parked outside the room, I am now next to the steps, at the entrance of the courtyard, where EVERYONE is walking back and forth and talking and yelling. Yippy little dogs…. I can’t find my meds, my bra is wet. It’s draped over the air conditioner. Lovely, right? I’m sneezing, sniffling, coughing, and just plain ole crabby. My unhappiness knows no depth.
And I’m too sick to go do laundry now.
His Majesty is quite upset.
I am pissed as shit. She looked like a bedraggled mongrel.
It’s not even 7:30 and I’m ready for bed. Life sucks when you’re sick.
I have finished Roland’s cycle for Aside from Heaven. Waiting for its return from my gamma beta… hint hint Guylty… that be you…
And we’ll begin William Edward’s cycle. He’s a baaaaaaaaad man….
In the meantime, it IS the end of the month – so Zee Reads….
Why is this even a question?
I think I’m in full onslaught of Asthmatic bronchitis. The question is, is it my germy children I’m having a reaction to or the fact the school is riddled with mold? It’s in the ventilation as well as the ceiling. The custodial staff is working over time, going room by room to bleach it down. I was informed I wasn’t scheduled until December, however head of the staff took great pity on me – as I’ve had NO VOICE since Thursday afternoon – and came down during my 90 minute planning Friday and mopped with bleach. I’m also going to get a bleach bottle to spray into the ventilation daily and into the air.
In the meantime, I’m taking the heavy duty cough syrup – the one that says ‘DO NOT DRIVE WHILE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF THIS MEDICATION –
And somehow this weekend I’m supposed to house hunt, and write lesson plans, which I’m woefully behind on. How does one write lesson plans for watching a video – Children watch ‘Beethoven lives Upstairs’ because teacher was sick, couldn’t match pitch, much less talk…
I see me taking my pre-orientation pay to head to a doc in the box come Monday or Tuesday. I have levequin somewhere and I’m taking Biaxin as it is. We’ll finish the Biaxin and pray the levequin won’t be necessary until winter, when I KNOW I’m going to be good and sick!
I’m thinking I’m going to finish Roland’s cycle this weekend. Period.
Am excited about the stills released from UatSC.
Want to see, as well as Pilgrimage.
I look at this and I see Guy’s second reincarnation – William Edward – a very manipulative, dark, FitzGisborne…
As you can see… I’m putting off the inevitable.
I finally sat down… okay, I didn’t SIT down. I took meds, crawled into the bed, hauled the laptop with me and watched the final 2 installments of Hannibal.
And was mesmerized
I admit, although I had read the book – twice – I wanted desperately for Frankie (which I prefer to Dolly) to just pick Reba up and leave with her. Go. Take the money and run. Start over.
I’m all for happy endings. I’m all for sappy endings. She was the only good thing to happen to that man… and I wanted it for him so bad.
The Dragon won. (Although Reba was saved and I don’t think she ever realized how deeply Francis must have loved her to make sure she was saved.)
The character was appalling
and I was appalled
And massively impressed at the depth of Richard’s brilliance in this role.
I would have never watched this show had Richard NOT been in it. There are others who some people THINK would have done this role justice. I don’t think so. This was Richard’s role and he made it his. I rather doubt I will rewatch the show – okay, maybe the Reba scenes… as I found it frightening and dark with no redemption in it. In the end, Francis became The Dragon and as I stated before it began, Francis broke my heart.
I should not review squat when I’m under the influence of massive mind-altering meds. Makes me leery of writing. God knows what will issue forth from my fingertips…
hack hack Wunderful
hack hack S’marvelou…. hackhackhackhack.
Yep. I gots it bad. Really bad. No it’s not REALLY bad. It’s annoying. I have little voice, can’t carry a tune and right now, I’m swallowing razorblades. We suspect mold in my room and I definitely have sick babies who are very ill-behaved. I’m testing the younger ones and it’s not pretty. That’s fine. It can be as ugly as it likes. It needs to be beautiful come May.
Thank me. I just deleted 5 paragraphs of rant.
House hunting is in full swing. Such not fun. Finding a home in Brunswick was a breeze compared to this.
And it’s Wednesday. Humpeth Day! Who do I want to hump???
Yes, I would hump Gary. In a heart beat. Don’t judge me.
Anyway… it’s time for – drumroll…
#14 – Your plans for your blogging future.
Really? I’m just here for the booze. And the Richarding.
Pokepokepoke! Wake up!
Thorin? You’re all blurry.
Because you’re sick and you’re breathing sick air. Get up. Take a shower. I’m bored.
And I’m bored. I’ve seen NOTHING but this motel room since you arrived.
You saw my room. You were with your twin, remember?
Don’t argue. Get up. Take a shower. You have things to do today!
Okay. I’ve showered.
Put on some pink smelly stuff.
Pink. Smelly. Stuff.
I TOOK a shower-
Do it to please me.
Hey! Are you King Under the Mountain or that smart ass in leather I adore?
Put! It! On!
Mercy? What is this mercy?
Alright already. I’m Spritzed. Now what?
In the car. Now. Take me with you. Take the laptop. You’ve got work to do and the internet here sucks.
Good. You are going to:
a) Go get something decent to eat. Sit down. Enjoy. The Waffle House people love you. They know what you want the minute you walk in. Tonight, you will have a steak. So look for a steakhouse. You are Fastfooded out.
b) Go to WalMart or Publix or CVS or somewhere and get something to dry you up and calm you down. Tissues. The meds you have with you are heavy duty that you take when you have no business being around man nor beast nor dwarf nor leather-clad smart arses. You’re not that bad, yet.
c) Go to Starbucks. Get the big water. Take the meds. You’re not looking up houses today. You’re contacting people. You’re making appointments. You’re going to look. Get out of the effing car.
d) Call people to see who will take Locks of Love donations. Yes it’s cute one of your Hobbit sized humans found your pony tail and played in it, which I understand was preferable to him climbing the walls, which he normally does. however I heard you yelp several times this week when your hair got trapped beneath your boob and you tried to get up and yanked yourself at the root. You do not need hair to your waist for that 12th century ‘knight’ to pull on when you… play.
I see someone going in the suitcase at night. You’re nasty.
Bossy little shit.
This is a problem?
Okay. so I had a good breakfast, brunch, whatever… I’ve taken meds, I can breathe, but I’m draggy. I’ve got an appointment in 2 hours to see a house and am looking at 2 others on the way.
I’ll THINK about cutting my hair this week. It’s too long and stringy and it’s too hot for it.
And I have lesson plans to write tonight. I might be back. I dunno…
Woke up this morning with a sore throat and runny nose. Knew it was inevitable. Several of my students had runny noses yesterday. It also rained Monday and I didn’t have my umbrella while on bus duty.
Also – did you know I went to college so I could stand out in the road wearing a police vest, holding a stop sign and direct big yellow buses??? Yeah. Apparently. I’m doing a LOT of things in this job I’ve never had to do before. but hey it’s a paycheck.
House hunting sucks. Eating out sucks. This weather sucks. Richard Armitage does not suck. He might lick, I dunno.
Yeah, that was bad.
Anyway… Today IS Wednesday, right? Yes it is. Tuesday is my Challenge Day – the day I have my most challenging classes. Really. And Wednesday – right now – is a breeze, so yes, today IS Wednesday.
13 – What have you learned from blogging?
To walk softly and speak gently. Or try to. Okay, think about walking softly and speaking gently. Consider it.
Guyday. NEEED Guyday!
For those who don’t remember, this would be the front view of my storage unit – a jam packed 10 x 30. I have things hanging from the rafters. Really. It’s pretty cool. Obviously.
Somewhere in this mess are 75 boxes of work materials – music, of the student variety. (I’m not counting my personal stash of music, which is rather impressive as well) Normally, I would leave well enough alone, however my children are in need. I have bits and pieces, but no complete sets. As it stands, my 1st through 4th graders are using a book set of textbooks and materials from the mid 1990’s. I have the records to those. Yes. Records. They’re dumbfounded – they’ve never seen them! I am at a loss as to what to do with my 5th gradres. I have 21 student workbooks about johnny Mercer – Savannah’s favorite son – but no teacher edition and the cd isn’t reading. I’ll deal.
And my kinders have nada. At this moment, I’m watering down the first grade stuff for them – there is no big book for them. Irritating at best. I have records and the supplemental materials but no teacher edition. So today, I went on a spelunking expedition.
Oh. The storage unit is about an hour south of where I am now.
Smart of me, quite a bit of my materials were packed near the front. But most importantly, I found the KK teacher edition for my kinders. Soooo happy. I would have liked to have…
The pink thing on the ground is the Kinder Big Book. I SHOULD have the 1st Grade Big Book as well…
Apparently, the big books are further back – gnashing of teeth – and the blue book circled here is actually 1st grade rhythm charts, so okay, I have that, so good.
Either way, when I finished digging back three layers, my unit now looks like this!
of course, my car looks like THIS…
Yes, those would be my infamous collection of posters. Including Captain Jack! (That one of my students tried to run off with one year!) I have a feeling Hannah Montana and Chris Brown will NOT be going up. I might ask some of the younger teachers what Chris Brown’s reputation is like these days. He was up when that mess with Rihanna happened and my 8th graders told me within 24 hours he needed to come down and come down RIGHT NOW! How quickly they turned on the woman-beater!!!!
And Miley… well that’s a no brainer.
I’ve earned my coca-cola.
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How are you getting along with the whole aspect of live experiencing an Armitage project? Well, it’s not entirely live, of course. We are still divided by when we actually get to see the latest episodes of Hannibal, with Canada first, the US following after and the UK bringing up the rear
and many international fans watching somewhere in between. For me, it is the first time in this fandom that I get to discover a piece of Armitage’s TV work along with my fellow fans like this. It’s different to the movie premieres, or the live theatre work we were treated to last year. With different release dates of movies depending on territory, there was never a coherent live experience of the Hobbit films (or ITS), and with The Crucible drawn out over three months, we all saw Armitage’s terrific stage work at different times. But…
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