Update

• Got a new puppy. It pees almost constantly and only sometimes outside.
• My school year will never end. June 13th will never get here.
• One of my bestest friends is getting married this weekend -- congrats Rebby!!
• I got a new purse. It has polkadots. I love it.
• I might get a new car soon. Fun.

That is all. :) So tired...

Contagious Kiddos

The little jerks got me sick. :) I kid, I kid. The lovely people who I enjoy teaching all the live long day passed on an illness to me. It was wretched. And here I am, three days in, and still enduring a monstrous headache bordering on migraine. I can't wait until next year when I've been working with enough kids to be immune to the most gross of these illnesses.

Also, FYI: working with kids is so not the job to do while nursing yourself back to health. It's like having a hangover that won't go away. And there are children. So many children. :) That being said, since I have rough and tough kids, they all know what it's like to be hungover (for better or worse). They treat me well then.

I think I should buy stock in aspirin. Is that a thing you can do? I want to. I buy enough of their product anyway...

Reaching

I dreamt last night that I could see the Grand Canyon from my apartment. This is, unfortunately, not true normally. The Grand Canyon is pretty freaking north in Arizona and I am pretty freaking south. I feel that maybe my subconscious is telling me to reach further.

I also hear there is a community of people who live on the floor of the Grand Canyon (my source is one of the reading lab booklets we have at school which may or may not be over twenty years old). Maybe, just maybe, my dream is telling me to go live among this tribe.



Fine, I'm going to work now. Meanies.

Mmm... Sandwiches

I love sandwiches. No, but a lot. I miss them most of all as a vegetarian. But, you say, you can make ones that have other stuff in them. True, true. But those frankly are a different can of worms. (Ew.) I mean, I can make a delicious wrap and stuff veggies in there. But it doesn't taste like a sandwich. I can make a sandwich without meat, but it doesn't taste like a sandwich. I want to remember grade school when I eat a sandwich.

Well.

I found soy meat slices. Or something. They are organic and meatfree, but look like processed meat. (Yeah, I know that doesn't sound appetizing, but when you can't get it...) So I make my sandwich with lettuce and mustard and cheese and soy meat... Oh. My. God. It is bliss. Thank you imitation lunch meat people: you have revolutionized my lunchtime experience.

When Do You Have Time?

I am not sure where time goes. I am not the first to say it, but time just speeds up as you get older. Sometimes, I get caught up thinking - it was already four months ago that I moved to Tucson, six months since I got back from New Zealand, three years since I left for New Zealand, and almost four years since I graduated from college. Now, it might not seem so shocking to you. I mean, people grow up, it happens. But when did I become an adult? I still don't even think of myself as one and I am sure grandmas in their 90s sometimes don't feel like it either.

On a more day-to-day basis, I am unsure how to pack my life into these tiny things called days. Working is really cramping my style. Don't get me wrong; I like my jobs. Both of them. I like teaching, I like the challenge, I like the kids, I like the work. But it sure is time-consuming. Think about that phrase. I am picturing the greater-than-alligator (you know the one; we all heard about him when learning about math in grade school) eating up the minutes on clocks. After working two jobs, doing laundry, dishes, making food, preparing for the next day, who has time to live anymore?? Two weeks in a row, I simply had no time to watch a new show that I like. It's only a half hour. I never even remembered to try to fit it in my schedule.

I guess these are the years to put the hard work in because I'm young, blah blah blah. But I don't want this to become a habit. Then, you hit 80 and realize you forgot to retire and you haven't a clue how to have some good old fashioned down time.

The moment I'm rich, I'm quitting my job. :)

The sad part is that we all know I'm lying. If I won the lottery tonight, even in the billions or something, I'd still show up at work on Monday. I blame you, Mom and Dad. :)

Gym

Yesterday was quite the busy day. I feel that my posting has suffered from my "real life." These things happen.

I finally got a gym membership again. I can barely say that without jumping for joy -- which would be a great way to work out in and of itself. This is the first time in my life where I am this enthusiastic to be working out. It helps to be much fatter than you'd like to be. It also helps to have been much thinner just a mere six months ago. It also helps tremendously that I have to be a bride on a friggin' cruise ship in 14 months. Seriously, who coordinates their wedding with an occasion to spend a lot of time in swimwear? Whatever the reason, I am also happy to be getting healthier again. It's time to work off the months and months of ramen and pizza. The best thing is that they have cable TVs hooked up to most of the equipment (apparently some crazies don't like the cable TV addition to their workout). I mean, really? This is amazing. I was laughing through half of King of Queens before I realized I'd been working out for 15 minutes. Awesome. Well done, Gold's Gym. The other best thing (there are a lot of them) is that the membership is only 19 a month. No, I typed that right. Nineteen dollars a friggin' month. The other best thing is that they have a leather couch in the changing room and a jacuzzi and outdoor swimming pool! Now, I don't know what purpose a leather coach will serve me. I doubt I will lounge with cocktails and a magazine, but snazzy! And I also don't know that I will need a jacuzzi, but I bet that when I do need one it will be of utmost importance.

Just wonderful.

The other fun event of yesterday was the chaperoning of prom. That's right. I got to be there to oversee a prom. The stats were good: only 1 drunk girl (whose friend tried to tell me, "She just got so excited! She just needs to rest her head here in the bathroom." Oh teenagers.) , only 1 girl told to stop grinding her butt into her date who was slack jawed and in awe, and 0 fights! Considering my kids are a bit rough around the edges, this was an amazing turnout. I am tired this morning because evidently the only thing more exhausting than partying all night is tensely watching others party all night, hoping they don't mess up enough to enjoy the company of the friendly cops in the back of the room. A good time was had by all, but now I miss ghetto booty dancing to hits like the Humpty Dance and My Humps.

Summer trip with my VU girlies will have to be a rockin' good time.