Wahoo!!! MG 29 Willow 14!! We had a blast. I didn't have a class this weekend so I got to go to the BIG GAME...you know, homecoming. Okay, I don't really care about homecoming..it's all about football.We had really bad refs (as usual) but at least they were making bad calls on both teams. On one of their bad calls, they took away a 103 yard interception/TD run. Courtney and I were a little vocal about our opinion of the referee staff. Maybe a little too vocal...the very nice gentleman behind us asked how many football games we'd been ejected from... but the refs really are bad. The score would have been closer, but the refs made a really bad call on Willow that cost them a touchdown. After all the cheering and screaming (and occasional booing) with Courtney, dancing around with Jasmine, and celebratory belly-bumping with Lance, I was exhausted!!

The highlight of my husband's night was a phone call from Larry Dablemont during the game. We are looking for a new chocolate lab puppy and he has a few. Lucky us, we get to go to Bolivar today. I was just in Springfield yesterday. That's my own fault, because I am a procrastinator. I had to turn in my application to student teach along with a three-page autobiography before October 1st, which falls on a Sunday and I waited until Thursday night to finish my autobiography. At least I don't have to drive this time!!

Shhh!!

Shhh...don't tell anyone...I'm blogging at work;) This is homeroom and I only have 4 students. I just finished some of my own homework and I'm just a little bored, but I'm trying to look like I'm still working. So far, I've had several visits by the principal. The weather is supposed to be severe this afternoon and he was making sure I knew where to go. He also came in and explained why these students have to be treated like kindergarteners. I already know why. Twelve is one of the most terrible ages!! Ack...the bell just rang..dang it, I have to go back to work!! One more hour!!!

Manic Monday

One more reason to love my Cingular cell service...Roadside Assitance. I went dress shopping today before school and didn't find what I wanted. So, after school (and talking to Jennifer M. in the parking lot for 30 or so minutes) I decided to hit just one or two more stores in a shopping center. Well, I found the perfect dress, I was so excited!! Then, on my way out the door, I couldn't find my keys in my purse. Guess where they were...yep, they were in the ignition of my very locked van. Ugh. and I had already called Scott to tell him I was on my way home. Well, one twenty minute call to Cingular Roadside and I was almost in business. They had someone coming to my location (I had to go back in and ask the very nice Dress Barn associate the address) within then next 40 minutes. Then I had to call Scott...no worries, he was getting ready to watch the Steelers game and would I please call in an order for pizza. Everybody is used to me doing stupid things and sometimes I even impress myself!!

If homework were exercise, I'd be a size 2 this weekend. I got home from my wonderful weekend class (which, btw, Saturday started out really good and just slowly went downhill) and did 5 hours of homework. FIVE HOURS!!!!! Today I worked for about another 5 or 6 hours, mostly organizing. I just felt like I would be able to keep my head above the ever-rising flood water if I could restore some sense of order in my chaotic and slightly off-kilter little world. I crave organization, I'm just not any good at it. Once I get overwhelmed, I can't decide where to start. I had to get it together before I just gave up. Now I feel a little more at peace, I'm gonna make it!! My life is almost back in balance. Actually, I think my life, while very hectic right now, is going just the way I want it to. I was even able to squeeze in a little jogging time...okay, I ran 3 1/2 blocks to G-ma's house to see if I could bring the boys by early tomorrow so I could get to Springfield a couple hours before my class starts. But I did run all the way, and on the way back I sprinted the last block because it started to rain {harder} and I had my cell phone...I don't want to ruin another one.

Friday Night at the Lindseys

No kids kicking me in the side, no husband snoring at the back of my neck, no trains rumbling through town...ahh heavenly(!)...I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I have this weekend class, it's a little boring and it feels like the hours just drag by, but I enjoy it. I do not, however, enjoy driving an hour away, driving an hour home, and then doing the same thing the next day. So, tonight I'm spending the night with my wonderful mom. Happy Birthday MOM!! (I know, it was yesterday, but I didn't post anything yesterday...lucky you...I would have posted about the earplugs!). It's gonna be nice to get up and go eat breakfast and only drive 15 minutes to class, but I really miss the tiny toes tucked into the waistband of my pj's and the warm little boy who strips down naked and gets in my bed at six o'clock almost every morning to snuggle when before my alarm goes off. Schy and Syd told me they would keep Daddy company and sleep in the big bed with him and Shane tonight. I think Daddy has other ideas. Like sleeping on more than 12 inches of mattress. Since Shaner and I sleep in the center of the bed, dh is usually ends up on the very edge of the mattress (and occasionally halfway off of the mattress). After tonight, he'll be so spoiled. To borrow from Captain Jack..there'll be no living with him after this!!

BTW. MG Football fans, I didn't get to be at the game, but I did hear that we won 38-0.

Today was one of those delicious mornings perfect for lazing about. Thunder, lots of rain, grey cloudy skies. The perfect weather for snuggling up and staying in bed with a special somebody (of course I didn't get to enjoy it, I had to get the lazies up and ready for school). I absolutely love thunderstorms. I love to watch them from my front porch with a cup of chamomile tea and a warm body to lean against. In Joplin, where the landscape is so flat, you can watch storms for miles. The huge storms were some of the biggest highlights of the time I lived there. They were awesome. The roar and power of the storm combined with the fresh, clean smell of the rain. Mmmmm. I love to be soaked in the rain. No other water feels so good on my skin as the cool rain on a hot day.

Oh, BTW, just in case you don't read the comments...Congratulations to Jessica and Dan!! They are having their first baby!! How exciting!!

That's What Friends Are For

I screamed my head off at the ballgame last night (we lost) and today I started to lose my voice. I even had a friend tell me that I sounded bad. A supposed friend...I'm not so sure anymore;) Isn't that mean? I think the exact words were "you sound like crap" and then there was something about salt water. Thanks, buddy. I prefer to think of it as a sexy, raspy voice. And I tried the saltwater when I got home...no change, but at least my throat isn't sore, it just feels a little swollen.

Can I Auction My Husband on EBAY??

Tonight is probably the most exciting night of my dh's life. He is at his first (FIRST!) auction. Not an estate auction, but a cram-all-the-crap-you-can-possibly-find-into-a-barn-monthly auction. He was so intense in his scrutiny of auction proceedings. He caught on quickly.
Within twenty minutes of auction-bliss, dh had already started bidding. I went out to check on him and he'd purchased a big box of boy toys. Along with the trucks and trains and stuff there were crappy Nintendo games. I had a Nintendo...when I was 10!! Good grief!! After all the griping and threatening and grumbling and roaring about the chaotic state of the playroom, he buys more toys. What. is. he. thinking?! I think it is auction intoxication. As if this isn't enough, I call him to check on the girls and...he's bought a bunch of girl toys. Maybe we can dump all this crap at his mom's house...

More of Nothing

Blah, blah, blah. Yada, yada, yada. Yep, just writing more nothing. This should be a blog about nothingness. I guess I don't write about anything important because nothing very exciting ever happens to me (not that I could share, remember this is G-rated). I don't write about my political beliefs because I have strong convictions but an equal amount of respect for other peoples beliefs and convictions. I don't write about thrilling things that I do because I have no life. Or maybe I have too much life and not enough time to live it. I don't have a favorite TV show or movie to gab about and my favorite song changes with my mood. I could use this blog to vent about the people who ticked me off today, but they aren't going to read it and say "oh, I probably should have been nicer," or "I guess I shouldn't have cut her off on the highway," now are they. I still feel like I'm too young to have an opinion of any worth and yet too old to get away with acting like I'm young. Mostly, I think, I just have a deep fear of disappointing people. I could bare my soul, but why would I put my most sacred thoughts and feelings out "there" for the whole world to see? I am terrified that people won't like me, that I won't measure up to their standard of what I should be. Not smart enough, too smart, not attractive enough, not quiet enough, on and on and on. I know I talk too much, but I can't shut up...I've tried, I'm not any good at it. I am very easily distracted. I have no tact, no talent in the art of subtlety. I can be way too blunt. I am a fountain of unending questions. I am incredibly unorganized. And my worst, I overanalyze everything...what I said, what you said, body language, things that were implied, what you thought of what I said, etc. As I sneak up on 30, I finally feel a little more comfortable in my own skin (I accept my flaws and move on), I just wish that this comfortable skin looked a lot more like the 19-year-old skin that I was searching for self-acceptance in.

Okay, I'm done rambling on about nothing. I'll try to do something exciting this weekend so I have something to blog about.

Pickup Lines

I love pickup lines! I ran across a website with a ton of them. Here are my favorites:
I lost my number can I have yours?
Hi, I just wanted to give you the chance to reject me.
Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of across the room.
Hershey's makes a million kisses a day...I'm only asking for one.
What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room.

There's so many more,but... they aren't really appropriate...my girls read my blog. Gotta keep it G-rated!

Blogging about being ill actually cured my illness. Nah, not really. I think I just got too wrapped up in my day on Wednesday and forgot to eat (I did go to Wendy's and get a sandwich, but it never left the bag... the white chocolate mocha from Starbucks was only half gone), which makes me feel icky, which in turn leads me to avoid food while I feel icky, and on and on. I forced down some food (okay, a handful of grapes and a Powerade) and I feel so much better. I thought about seeing how much weight I could lose, but I really like food much more than being thin.

My real reason for blogging tonight: My daughters are amazing!! Yesterday, while I was working, Sydney's teacher (Schylar's teacher last year) said she needed to talk to me about my daughter. Apparently, Schylar is the cause of a celebration. At the end of first grade, she tested at an 11th grade reading level. 11.6 to be exact (eleventh grade, sixth month). Mrs. Pounds and I quickly found the school counselor to have her explain these scores. Schylar will be a candidate for the gifted program as soon as they begin testing. I loved gifted. We were able to test our knowledge and really go "out there" with some of our ideas. Sydney also did wonderfully on the test. At the end of Kindergarten she tested at a first grade, ninth month reading level (1.9). She also tested above average in all other subjects. I warned Mrs. Pounds that I will expect her to teach Sydney as well as she did Schylar. Actually, Sydney had scores very close to the same as Schylar's Kindergarten testing. I don't agree with every aspect of standardized testing, but I'll admit it feels so good to hear how wonderful my girls are doing in school!!

I worked on all of the portfolios for all of my classes. Now, if they are graded on looks alone, I've got it made. I spent hours gluing and cutting and applying stickers and ribbon. I know I must get organized or I will not make it through this semester!! While I slacked off with my scrapbooking crap spread out all over the livingroom floor, my beloved cleaned the house (he did leave our bedroom for me to clean, but I made the mess in there) and helped make dinner!!

Ugh! I can't believe it's Saturday! The only Saturday I don't have school for the next three weeks and I feel so bad. I haven't felt well since Wednesday evening, but I didn't think it would last this long. I've already accused my sister of being pregnant and not telling me. Courtney and I have bizarro experiences. Last year, just days before she found out she was pregnant, I started having weird pregnancy-type symptoms. This caused a little strife in our home since we had a vasectomy while pregnant with number 4. I would swear I feel exactly the same now. I am ravenously hungry and extremely icky at the same time. I've also turned into a major insomniac. I'm always a night person, but the last few nights I've just tossed and turned and laid there awake. exhausted. Maybe it's just stress. Wednesday I had a small moment of freak-out...my life seems so complicated. I feel tugged in so many different directions. I think I really just need some "me" time. Alone time. Not at school or taking care of home things. I just have too much on my plate right now. I hope this semester goes by really fast!!