Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I got stung by a red wasp today...
ON MY BOOB!!!
it hurts!
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:30 PM
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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Game Day Anxiety...
what do I say? I have game day anxiety every day. It's nothing new, as a matter of fact, I'd begun to miss it when I was on the meds. I forgot who I was and what I was about and what all I could accomplish. I do more in one day now than I used to get done in one week. Take it from me, teaching is not for the faint of heart. Tomorrow my girls go out there and do their thing. I'm glad it's them and not me. My days have happily passed and now it's my turn to watch the fruits of my labor. So many different emotions race through my veins each day it's hard to know if I'm awake or dreaming. It all moves so fast it doesn't feel real. Sometimes I sit at my desk and watch myself teach class and wonder who is this person that I see? I don't know her, I don't remember her having such command, or being so grown up. The girl I remember still loves to go to the bar on saturday night and go 'hawg huntin' with the locals. The girl I know still has a sense of adventure and a desire to go wild every now and again. Then I realize those girls are one and the same and that's what makes them so successful.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:13 PM
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Not the brightest crayon in the box now are we?
If everyday was a sheet of notebook paper that had to have a title, this is what mine would read. If my life was a movie and it required a theme song, at the moment it would be "let's get retarded in here" (yes, retarded, not started). I'd reside in a rubber padded room and I'd be down for the count 3 times a day, sometimes 4. I'd call everyone by their last names and expect them to actually know how to read and write in cursive. When lunch came I'd be the awesome lunch lady who gave out free sloppy joe's and fed those poor kids who don't get enough to eat. If everyday was a sheet of notebook paper I'd spend more time writing the observations and less time writing the conclusions. Of course if everyday was sheet of notebook paper, I'd be killing more trees and reducing the oxygen in the air therefore giving rise to more reasons ignorant conservationist could piss and moan. This of course would come full circle in validation my title in the first place.
♥Oh, so vintage... 6:42 PM
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
I thought about doing some weekend highlights, but really how do you give
just the highlights from a weekend at Jocelyn's??? Every minute is usually outrageously funny, or just plain outrageous. Between the boobs and the butts, and the philosophical insights I just can't pin any one glorious encounter down. I'm still trying to figure out the whole chicken vs the duck and who has the longest tongue wins thing. Of course my boyfriend trying to get my ex-best friend to come sleep with us was priceless. I had no idea he cared so much, haha. Joc, I love you girl, you ROCK!
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are you guys going to fuk on my futon again?'
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:53 PM
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
It was brought to my attention this weekend that my blog was going downhill and was grossly ignored. 'Sorry for partying' haha. Not really, I wish I was so lucky as to have only been partying. This whole 'work' thing is really time consuming. I wish someone would have warned me that I was giving up my life when I signed that contract.
♥Oh, so vintage... 1:58 PM
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I found this to be of such great insight as to be blogworthy...
And that information is easy to get for a tech-savvy generation that may
prefer Matt Drudge to Dan Rather and blogging over The Wall Street
Journal."We're the first generation that's grown up entirely in the
information age," Solimini said. "I use instant messenger more than I use a
telephone, and I've done that for the past six years. It's easier."
♥Oh, so vintage... 1:54 PM
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
So, I walk into class today and my boys say "Wow, Ms. Cooper, you sure do look sexy today."
I used to think It's not everyday you get hit on by 15 year olds but after an entire week of being shown otherwise, I now know better. After I assured them they would not be getting extra point on the quiz today, I of course had to explain to them this was an entirely innapropriate manner in which to speak to your teacher. There response was "I'm sorry Ms. Cooper, but you do."
Boys will be boys.
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:28 PM
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Monday, August 16, 2004
Admitted at 22 just to get over you
my belly aches blue
larazipan flu
I'm down for the count 3 times a day sometimes 4
sometimes 4.....
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:45 PM
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Sunday, August 15, 2004
And so it begins...
tomorrow's the big 'first day'
I've got 79 kids in all classes combined and I can't wait to meet them. I know I've been led here for a reason and I know that great things will come from this experience, they already have. I had burgers yesterday with the girls and they are just so cute! They ended up bombing me with water balloons and I was soaking wet all afternoon.
I've heard of heaven on earth, but never truly experienced it till this weekend. My parents being in the resale business among other things, often bid on mini-warehouse building that have been abandoned. Well it just so happens my Uncle owns quite a few of them in houston and is frequently auctioning them off. This past week he gave three of them to my mom if she'd just clean them out. FREE OF CHARGE. Two of them belonged to a man who formerly owned a shoe store downtown and oh my lord at the shoes and jewelry we've acquired. Hundreds upon hundreds of shoes as well as boxes and boxes of brand new jewelry. And so far that's only been half of one building. My mom claimed that she rolled back the door and the angels sang as light shone from the boxes, haha. She's such a nut. It's always so much fun going through other peoples junk. I also got an electric guitar, tons of strings, an empty mandolin case (unfortunately) and a drum case. Crazy stuff in there.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:10 PM
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Monday, August 09, 2004
Simple Twists of Fate and Wayward Words...
So today was one of
THOSE days. It started off with a 'motivational speaker' which caused me to nod off twice during his spill. After giving us a clown nose and requesting we "wear it to laugh away the stress" on our tough days I knew it was downhill from there on out. For some bizarre reason I had a strange nagging sensation that I ought to call and check on the girls uniforms, just to make sure one last time everything was going as planned.
"Wonderful, so when should I expect the uniforms in?"
"September 16th? but football starts next week and homcoming is the 3rd"
"No rush delivery? can you send me ANYTHING?"
yada yada yada...you get the drift. Pissed off drill team, Pissed off parents, PISSED off and stressed out sponser.
Now, as if God hadn't had enough fun, he decides to toy with me further.
After getting home at 7pm I crawl upstairs to search the internet for uniform options when I hear a knock at my door. Now this conversation my friends is PRICELESS...
Mom~"Lacy, I know that you're an adult and this is none of my business, but I never want to see one of these on my living room floor again."
She then hands me a CONDOM WRAPPER! Yes, you read that correctly, I said condom wrapper. In case you missed it the first 2 times
C-O-N-D-O-M W-R-A-P-P-E-R. A little piece of foil lined plastic wrapper that holds an unused condom. This 'little piece of foil lined plastic wrapper' had been used and somehow carelessly left near the couch. She then says...
"I had to put my foot on top of it so that your Father wouldn't see it"
OH MY GOD. I don't know what else to say
~
ribbed for her pleasure
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:36 PM
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Friday, August 06, 2004
She thinks my tractor's sexy...
Of all the Kenny Cheesy songs that are out there I do believe this one's my favorite. I guess it hits closer to home than the others. Now I've expressed my endless affection and adoration for this man before, but nothing could compare to the sight I saw today. One of the things I value in him is his absolute drive to work. He can't sit still for more than an hour and apparently I'm 'spoilin' him cause I like to take care of him and make him comfortable. So today being the perfect girlfriend I am, I decide to see if he wants a snow cone since he's been on the tractor all day baling hay on his day off. Had I only know the absolute desire I was going to feel maybe I would have worn something that was a little easier access, but hindsight is 20/20. However, since Jessica was there I decided I'd keep my composure and not subject her to such a loss of self control on my part. How was I to know how sexy that man would look on a tractor? Maybe next time I'll know better and be more prepared to handle the situation.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:12 PM
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
The new teacher stuff today was fun, I at least got out early and had some time to catch up on my sleep. I get to see Jason tomorrow night YAY! It's been two days and I'm having withdrawls. I just love that boy.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:17 PM
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Post Slacker!
I know, I know! Life's been busy, and withdrawls are a BITCH. However, I am HAPPY to report that Effexor and it's sexual side-effect dysfunctions are a thing of the past (like you wanted to know that). Anyway, if I can just get past the vertigo thing, I'll be pleased as punch and back to old neurotic self again YAY! I've actually had the best two days I've had in a long time. I LOVE my job! I've been given opportunities that I've always wanted and needed. It's funny how things work. I start orientation tomorrow which should be interesting. It's going to kick my ass to get up early. I want to say congratulations to Amy Lynn on her new teaching job! I am thrilled we'll be getting to see more of each other, even if it is a slight inconvenience.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:03 PM
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