On a vacation with the hubby. Love to get away, but oh my, those motel beds! Worse than the beds are the pillows. I'm not complaining, mind you, but through this experience I have decided that "I'm too old for this" in regards to bedding down around the country! Give me my saggy old mattress and my 'just right height, firmness, poofy pillows'. Hampton Inn and Marriott do not have the market cornered on my preferences.
Please understand that I am not complaining, because I feel very blessed and privileged to have taken this trip, BUT rest.....in its pure and simple form, such as sleep, has for the most part, eluded me. This is day 6 of 8, and last night was the first night that I did not see nearly every hour on the clock. Could be the elevation, the travel (my husband does not do 'vacations'-he does TRIPS), or a combination of all the above. Even with sleeping for 5 hours straight, my East Coast body is revolting against my West Coast presence. Oh, I know....that 5 hour west to east flight back day after tomorrow will straighten me out just fine. (Anybody up for bets as to how frisky I will be bright and early Monday morning? I'll take that bet and raise you a sick day!)
I need my blankey! Really, I need my two pillows, my other two pillows, and just the right cover.....not the down insulation for an eskimo, which most places feel that we need, nor the 'almost fits the bed' sheet that you can read through. No, I'm too old and ornery and need my sleep.....and my pillows, and my blankey.
So, I'll take some Tylenol and hope that my neck won't get a crick like the other night from sleeping on that thing that was like a bag of cotton balls. Do these people NOT get it? Poofy, people, poofy!
Night night....I hope~!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Referee, Counselor, Cop
Well, spring fever gets to all of us, even with unseasonable snow on its heels. The days get longer, the kids get crazier, the grown-ups get grumpier, and life just spins out of control- especially right before Spring Break.
So here we are, an unusual day with lots of special things happening, taking it easy, coasting all we can when, WHAM! Out of the blue comes the conflict. Now, today is Thursday. We're out of school tomorrow for Good Friday. (Fridays are always Good for me!) We've sung our little hearts out all week, learned new stuff, worked hard, so Friday is 'Musical Day', in that we watch a musical in class. (When will most of these little darlins ever see a musical? Heck, they can't spell it, and if it doesn't bump, boom, bombbiddy bomp, they usually don't listen to it.) Anyway, here we are, deeply engrossed in the drama of the moment when a girl who usually never speaks comes up to my desk and says "Walter [name is changed to protect the teacher] is calling me a B*%$#." Well. Walter has his own set of problems, but has been doing better. The sweetie then informs me that 2 other comrades are partners in crime with Walter.
By this time, the mood is destroyed, nobody cares who's singing anymore and all they want to know is what did Walter and say and what his buddies said. So, I put on my referee hat and take the three 'perpetrators' to the hall. When we get to the hall, nobody claims to have said what she said they said. In other words, foul made, instant replay unavailable. Sooo, I bring out the Sweetie. She starts railing the 3 perps and repeats IN DETAIL what she thought they all said about and to her. Whoa.....Counselor hat goes on. Let's all calm down and talk this out. Well, trying to difuse a volatile situation with that hat on is like a mute yelling at two fighting dogs to stop. It's about that time that I start thinking "I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS!" The Counselor Hat comes off and immediately the Cop hat goes on. "To the office, all of you!" There were about 20 other students in the process of losing control when that moment finally came. Bring out the riot gear....call the SWAT team!
Fortunately for me, the administrator is a sharp cookie, and she takes control before I can get back down to the office. Another North Korean missile hits the Pacific with no casualties! Control. Peace. Breathe. Lunchtime comes, the kiddies go, I take off all my hats and sit a spell. Maybe I need to rethink that bump, boom, bombbiddy bomp stuff. Nah. I'll keep my musicals. *The hills are still alive with the sound of sirens.* Happy Friday.
So here we are, an unusual day with lots of special things happening, taking it easy, coasting all we can when, WHAM! Out of the blue comes the conflict. Now, today is Thursday. We're out of school tomorrow for Good Friday. (Fridays are always Good for me!) We've sung our little hearts out all week, learned new stuff, worked hard, so Friday is 'Musical Day', in that we watch a musical in class. (When will most of these little darlins ever see a musical? Heck, they can't spell it, and if it doesn't bump, boom, bombbiddy bomp, they usually don't listen to it.) Anyway, here we are, deeply engrossed in the drama of the moment when a girl who usually never speaks comes up to my desk and says "Walter [name is changed to protect the teacher] is calling me a B*%$#." Well. Walter has his own set of problems, but has been doing better. The sweetie then informs me that 2 other comrades are partners in crime with Walter.
By this time, the mood is destroyed, nobody cares who's singing anymore and all they want to know is what did Walter and say and what his buddies said. So, I put on my referee hat and take the three 'perpetrators' to the hall. When we get to the hall, nobody claims to have said what she said they said. In other words, foul made, instant replay unavailable. Sooo, I bring out the Sweetie. She starts railing the 3 perps and repeats IN DETAIL what she thought they all said about and to her. Whoa.....Counselor hat goes on. Let's all calm down and talk this out. Well, trying to difuse a volatile situation with that hat on is like a mute yelling at two fighting dogs to stop. It's about that time that I start thinking "I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS!" The Counselor Hat comes off and immediately the Cop hat goes on. "To the office, all of you!" There were about 20 other students in the process of losing control when that moment finally came. Bring out the riot gear....call the SWAT team!
Fortunately for me, the administrator is a sharp cookie, and she takes control before I can get back down to the office. Another North Korean missile hits the Pacific with no casualties! Control. Peace. Breathe. Lunchtime comes, the kiddies go, I take off all my hats and sit a spell. Maybe I need to rethink that bump, boom, bombbiddy bomp stuff. Nah. I'll keep my musicals. *The hills are still alive with the sound of sirens.* Happy Friday.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Medicine and me
Medicine. Can't live with it, can't live without it. Remember those days when a Tylenol would cure what ailed you? How about just a baby aspirin and maybe some mercuricrome? Bactine was good in the old days, too. Now we have high profile steriods to reduce the swelling, nose sprays to keep the nasal passages open, sleeping pills to allow you to sleep while on the steriods, and then the Nexium and Priolsec to keep the acid at bay which aggrevates all of it. GOOD GRIEF....."I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS"!, or maybe that's what getting old is all about. Stuff just doesn't work right anymore, gives out, runs dry, leaks, creaks, or just won't function.
So, yes....suffering from allergies and/or a cold. How can one tell the difference? I believe I'm allergic to anything that moves, blooms, has hair and crawls. Then there is Mold....the silent killer. If it were dust or cobwebs, I'd be dead long ago. Lovely to see the green, the colors of the flowers in bloom, but oh my, what it does to my sinuses! I know some of you suffer with me. I thought I was too mean to get sick and throw in the towel. I just thought I was mean....until the steriods got a hold of me. Those poor middle schoolers.....they will think their teacher is the spawn of a demon when this stuff kicks in.
Happy sneezing, blowing, aching and not sleeping. Maybe that's why we have spring break....so we can get over it all or go somewhere to cure us. Go take your medicine like a good girl. Gross!
So, yes....suffering from allergies and/or a cold. How can one tell the difference? I believe I'm allergic to anything that moves, blooms, has hair and crawls. Then there is Mold....the silent killer. If it were dust or cobwebs, I'd be dead long ago. Lovely to see the green, the colors of the flowers in bloom, but oh my, what it does to my sinuses! I know some of you suffer with me. I thought I was too mean to get sick and throw in the towel. I just thought I was mean....until the steriods got a hold of me. Those poor middle schoolers.....they will think their teacher is the spawn of a demon when this stuff kicks in.
Happy sneezing, blowing, aching and not sleeping. Maybe that's why we have spring break....so we can get over it all or go somewhere to cure us. Go take your medicine like a good girl. Gross!
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