Monday, March 23, 2009

Pray for Stellan

Please...if you just happen by this blog, or if you read it regularly (all 2 of you), please pray for this baby. He was diagnosed with Supraventricular Tachycardia (not a clue if I spelled that right, but SVT...extremely fast heart rate....) and an enlarged heart when he was in the womb, was given a likelihood that he was going to die, but was born perfect with a perfectly healed heart. He's about 4 or 5 months old now, and was put into the hospital for SVT again last night. Please pray, because he's a modern day miracle, and he needs to be around as proof that God exists for all those non-believers for a long, long time.

Saturday, March 21, 2009


So I should really take down that weight loss counter, considering I've gained pretty much all I've lost back. And I have done nothing but lounge in my new workout clothes. One of my new year's resolutions was not to say bad things about myself this year, so I won't mention that I am a lazy, lazy person and I need to be shot.

Someone bought the house next door. The nice, quiet, nobody-lived-there-and-so-ahhh-bliss house next door. Said buyers have at least 2 young children. I'm guessing about 5 or 6 years old, but I may be off since I'm using my I-can-hear-kids-screaming-in-the-next-door-neighbor's-backyard-but-don't-want-to-be-nosey-and-peek-o-meter.


It's not like I don't like kids. It's pretty obvious I do, or I'm in the wrong profession, one of the two. But I only like kids until, oh, 3:45 PM on weekdays. Just kidding. I just hope they're nice neighbors and not SHUT YOUR DOGS UP WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP neighbors. Although they have a puppy who had to spend his first night outside last night and whined, literally, all night long. And my dogs are primarily inside dogs, so they really don't bark all night long while they're in their cozy little I'm-a-dog-not-a-human-but-shh-don't-tell-me-that bed.

I think I should just write a new dictionary and add all my new hyphenated words.

Apparently I'm 14. My face is breaking out. I have a place on my nose and a place on my chin.

I am in desperate, DESPERATE need of a haircut. DESPERATE. My hair is to my butt. It's stringy and dumb. I want to chop it off. And if I were in a position where I could talk bad about myself, I would say I look crappy with short hair, crappy with long hair, crappy with medium hair.... and that maybe I should just cut my face off instead of my hair.... but I'm not in a position to talk like that about myself.

ho hum.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

da blahdadeeblahdadeeblah.

My son amuses me. A lot. He just pops out with these new words I had no idea he knew how to say sometimes. Like.... "outside". And "shoes". Our most recent conversation went as follows:
me: Pleeeeeeeease stop whining, okay??
him: Okay.
(insert short pause here)
him: *whine whine whine*

Shaking his head and saying "NO!" is his favorite hobby. He's going through a stubborn, I-don't-want-to-eat-and-you-can't-even-bribe-me-with-ice-cream phase. It's really obnoxious and I get scared that there's something wrong. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid.
In other news, it's Spring Break and I am a huge fan of this.

Anybody else watching Rock of Love Bus?? Or am I the only white-trash loser on blogspot?? heh.

Also, Celebrity Apprentice. I am in major love with Jesse James. *sigh*

American Idol, my ex-favorite show, is kinda lame this year, but I'm still watching.

That, and Hell's Kitchen, which isn't lame.

In NOT fatty-watches-too-much-tv news, I purchased some new workout clothes today. Now it's just a matter of putting them on for the purpose of working out, not just for the purpose of comfort and lounging. Ahhh lounging.

In leave-me-out-of-your-high-school-drama news, my students' parents are fighting. Each other, not me, so that's good, but still. They're name-calling (I don't allow their children to do that, by the way. I think they need to pull up a seat in 3rd grade and learn something.), bickering, out-and-out being ugly to each other. The whole PTA is in my class, and they're divided evenly. So-n-so called whats-her-face and said that she was trash, her family was trash, and even the teachers were talking bad about her. When whats-her-face asked so-n-so what teachers were talking about her, MY name was mentioned. Stop the drama bus, please. I get really carsick. I said nothing about anybody because HI I AM THE MOST BORING PERSON ON THE PLANET AND I DON'T INVITE CRAZY DRAMA INTO MY LIFE. So, I told so-n-so, in a most poised manner, that if they were going to drag me into their rumor mill, please make my rumor a really awesome one, like that I've run off with some rich millionaire or something. I also brought up the "great minds talk about ideas, average minds talk about things, little minds talk about people" quote. And I left it at that. I didn't even go to my high school reunion, I hated it so much. I do NOT want to be involved in their high school cat fights.

I believe that's all I have for today. I can't think of anything else that's awesome and going on in my life. Goodnight!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I have an 8AM meeting tomorrow morning so I'll make this brief. I am still alive, my kid is doing wonderfully, I'm exhausted. :) That about covers it.
My life is boringawesome.