Too Tired!

Too tired to blog. Too tired to upload photos. If I only knew where my camera is... It's either in the pickup...or maybe on the dining table. It might possibly be in my purse where it belongs, but probably not. It stands to reason that it's in a t-shirt box in the Chamber of Commerce office. The closer to 4 o'clock that it got...the lower the sun was in the sky...the more sun was coming down on me. I kept moving my chair to the shade. Before long...the table was waaaaaayyyyyyyyy over there! LOL

A friend, HEY ANDY! sat with me last. He helped load boxes and chairs in one of the Director's Yukon and my pickup. After we unloaded at the Chamber office, I asked the Director, "What do I do now?" She said, "You're through. Go home." So I did.

Then I thought that I should've made another round visiting with the few vendors that were left. I probably should've stayed until they all left or at least had touched bases with them before I left.

Sigh.

I am NOT going back to town though! I am dedicated to my job, but not so dedicated that after a boss tells me to go home that I show back up again. LOL Unless perhaps we go back to hear the band playing for the street dance.

Andy followed me home. He and Sam are watching the Texas A&M and Arkansas football game. I took a quick nap until somebody hollered, "CATCH THE BALL!" I grabbed for it...but missed. ;o)

Ta-Da!!

Twelve pounds. Let me repeat myself...

TWELVE POUNDS!!!! It's about time!

This has been such slow going...but I'm jump starting it again this week. Can I tell you how busy I am?...which leads to how tired I am!! ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

Last week I just flat did not sleep very well. If I went to bed at 10 p.m., I would wake at 5 a.m. So....I would go to bed sometime between 11 and midnight. It worked pretty good for the week, but I did run out of steam over the weekend. Especially by Sunday. We had Sam's family reunion Saturday...we do the putting it together here in town. Then on Sunday Carol and I drove to Corinth...a three hour drive...for the baby shower.

Then...Monday night. LEG CRAMPS!!!! I had been asleep about 30 minutes or so when something woke me. I couldn't go back to sleep so sat up, played Mahjong on the computer, listened to an audio book. Got back in bed about 2:30 or 3 a.m. The next thing that I am aware of...charley horse in my right calf like you would NOT believe! Where's the rusty butcher knife? Cut the leg off at the knee! Anesthesia not necessary! Where's the potassium?!!! ALMOST OUT OF POTASSIUM...not only in my body evidently, but also the bottle. Then...the alarm went off at 6:45 a.m.

I was a zombie yesterday. A friend commented about how tired I looked. Ha-HA! I worked all day then went to the building where the community stew is going to be served and helped set up...Chamber of Commerce work for Daingerfield Days. The dinner is tonight...so another long day.

Needless to say, I won't be going to the gym any this week!

Worked This Week

Whew! What a week! The last three days, I was in the same high school class. It was a trip...let me tell you.

First, let me back-track. We moved back "home" in March 2004. I am a home-body and am working on a quilt everytime I sit down, but since all my friends are still working, I wasn't having the contact with them that I wanted. I started subbing at our public library and also signed up to sub for the school district. I see quite a few people I know in both places. One of the fringe benefits is that one of my high school classmates now teaches at our old high school. We knew each other "back in the day," but weren't friends. We have developed a friendship. Isn't "growing up" grand?! She's teaching me to knit. This summer I will help her start making a quilt out of her deceased husband's bluejeans.

When I started subbing, my initial thought was - NOT high school...no way...no how! That changed after I had the same fourth grade class two days in a row. LITTLE ANIMALS! I decided I would try high school and if it didn't work out...I would just go home.

I enjoy high school! Believe me when I say that the kids are not like we were back when our parents told us if we got paddled at school we would get another when we got home. Back when we said, "Yes, ma'am" or "Yes, sir" and did exactly what we were told when we were told. We didn't pout and make comments about our "rights." We, ahem, also weren't so blatant about the copying and cheating that I see now.

Which brings me to what happened... the teacher left me a copy of the principal's memo about students and their internet usage. She also taped a copy of the memo to each and every computer monitor in the classroom. The students can use the internet for class work only - no personal business, e-mails, games, music, videos. One young lady told me that they couldn't do that. She had rights. I advised her that the only right a student had was the right to a decent education IF the student put in the effort. A few minutes later as I walked around the room monitoring the computer activity, this young lady's neighbor was looking at prom dresses! I told her to get off the internet. She looks up innocently, "But this is for school." I asked her which class required that she do research on the cost of prom dresses. When she tried to argue and her neighbor once again brought up the rights issue, I offered to let both of them go discuss this with the principal. The rights girl hushed and the prom girl got off the internet.

If I talked like that to any adult at school my parents would have killed me!