More Babblesense

Whoever said teachers have it easy with an entire summer off – was out of their flippin gourd!

So far… I have edited/rewritten one curriculum for the county, worked summer camp (1 week to go), conducted 2 training sessions for teachers.  Up next is an entire rewrite of another county curriculum, participation in 8 more training sessions, setting up the School Improvment Team (of which I have been elected chairperson – heaven help us all!), getting 2 new stoves and 1 new refrigerator into my room…I’m sure there’s something else but my mind refuses to accept any more activity at this point in time.  Summers off.  Right.

I want to revel in being feminine.  I want to get my hair done, have a pedicure and manicure.  I want to wear girlie clothes.  I want to feel sensual all the time.  That’s what I want.  What I actually have/do is somewhat different.  I throw my hair into a ponytail most days.  My feet seem to rival an alligator’s in texture.  Is chewing off broken nail pieces a manicure?  The majority of my wardrobe is t-shirts with the name of my school on it – and some sort of "catchy" slogan on the back.  Sensual.  I can still feel things.  Does that count?

It is so hard to have my daughter living in my home – because it is hard to distance myself from "my little girl" and embrace "my adult daughter".  There’s a (really good) reason children leave home, ya know?  It’s to keep their parents from going insane.

One of my onceuponatime step-daughters is getting married in a couple of weeks.  Chickie is in the wedding.  How shall I describe this whole experience…. No – I don’t think Bridezilla is too harsh a word.  Perhaps I am being harsh – but I cannot decide whether to be hurt or pissed.  Chickie is not allowed to bring her boyfriend to the wedding.  Not enough money in the budget to feed him, ya know.  I was ceremoniously NOT invited.  Apparently my appetitie doesn’t fit into the budget either.  I only raised her for 15 years – more than half her life.  Seems to be I should rate an invite.  Its not as if she’s worried about me fussing with her dad.  I don’t care enough about him any more to fuss with him.  She has demanded Chickie’s presence at a variety of pre-wedding events – for MONTHS now – but could not be bothered to show up at Chickie’s baby shower.  She was busy.  There’s much more, but it’s pissing me off to write about it.  Poof! Be gone!!

Daddy dearest moment: (Just for you, Falling Dog) Daddy wants this surround sound system for his tv.  He’s been talking about it for months.  Suddenly he gets a check he wasn’t expecting – and decides he might buy it.  So we go to the Bose store.  The very charming and knowledgeable sales guy does his thing.  But Daddy dearest has to think about it.  We leave.  Next day – we go back.  Daddy dearest asks 2 questions, freaks out and leaves.  We get off the mall property – and he turns the car around to go back to the store.  We get almost back to the mall – and he turns the car around and goes towards home.  We get nearly home – and he asks if I want to go back.  Oh HELL NO!  Next day – he starts off for the mall by himself.  Calls later – didn’t go.  Today, we go together.  He FINALLY buys the flipping thing.  woo-hoo!  Now I am in charge of getting it installed.  I’m sorry.  I’m not Catholic – which saint is it that you pray to for patience??

I’m about to be a grandmother.  Where does the time go?  I was really content with just having a pair of 4-legged grand-labs.  Really.  And they never asked me for birthday presents…

We have this whole evaluation thing at school where you can apply for "performance pay".  I did my thing – made my portfolio.  My principal agreed that I deserve it.  Sooooo….I should be getting a bonus of sorts in early September.  I need dental work and an appointment with the eye doctor.  I’m sure the new grandbaby will need many things.  Why then, did I spend hours this weekend trying to find the perfect laptop?  I want to get into Photoshop and playing more with graphics and my current puter just isn’t up to snuff.  Dentist…laptop….dentist…..laptop.  Why is life so cruel?

Note to future grandbaby (due date – July 23) Your mother can be a little psycho at times.  Please try not to hold that against me.  I thought I was doing well at the time….

One of the custodians at school today asked me if she could plant a mango tree and some cilantro in my garden.  How cool is that?!?!?!!!  My "little" project is becoming a part of the whole school.  Sing along… We are Fam-i-ly….

My students are trying to teach me Spanish again.  Sigh.  I have made some small modicum of progress.  I have added the word preguntas to my vocablulary.  Any questions?  Er – I mean – any preguntas?

Note to future grandbaby.  Your grandmother can be a little psycho at times.  Learn to embrace the psycho parts.  They’re not likely to go away, much as I pretend otherwise.

I am having lunch next week with the person who was my best friend for my entire school experience grades 1-12.  We were inseparable.  Dressed alike.  Knew each others thoughts.  We were da shit!  But somehow we lost touch – until about 2 months ago – when we ran into each other at the hairdressers’.   No wait – I was with Chickie while she got HER hair done.  Ha!  Bet you thought I had actually tried to make good on my feminine wish, didn’t you?  She has invited me to lunch – along with another of our old stomping buddies – at her mother’s house.  Is it too embarassing to admit that I live 1/2 block from her mother and have made no attempt to contact them in the 4+ years I have lived here?  Ah well, at least I won’t get lost on the way to lunch.

I adore one of the young teachers at school.  He is from Liberia – and just so spontaneous and fun.  He’s like another son – just so cool!&nbs

p; Yesterday he says to me…"Wolfie, I want you to go to Africa with me.  They will love you there."  heh.  I bet.  I think that was a complement.  I don’t think he meant they’d love me as in…. I love Americans.  I had 2 for lunch.

Note to future grandbaby.  Your great-grandfather is UBER psycho.  But he will love you and spoil you and never send a harsh word your way.  He’ll save all those words for me. 

Enough babbling – even for me.  Have a Happy!