I am much better

Yea!

I am having a hard time

a really hard time.

Call Someone – Without Having To Talk To Them

"After a long beta period, Boston-based MobileSphere launched a 'straight-to-voicemail' service yesterday called Slydial. If you call 267-SLY-DIAL and listen to a short ad, you can then be connected to the voicemail inbox of any US mobile phone subscriber, without causing their phone to ring. Sounds kinda useful — but incredibly, MobileSphere is pitching the service as a way to avoid actually communicating with all those difficult, boring people in your life. In reply to suggestions that Slydial erodes and cheapens genuine human interaction, a MobileSphere exec says the company is just combating technology with technology, by helping people take control of whether and when to talk with their friends, family, and coworkers."

3 reasons not to go to the laundry mat on a friday night ...

On Friday, I came home from work, late, as usual. After working ten straight hours, with 4 year-olds mind you, I was exhausted. My husband greeted me at the door with a much too cheery hello, a kiss, and 5 giant loads of laundry.

"I separated the laundry" he joyfully exclaimed. He grabbed my hand and drug me to the bedroom to see his handiwork.

"wow honey, thank you!" I replied, looking down at the bedroom floor which was no longer carpet but baskets and baskets of laundry.

He went on to explain the numerous and complicated ways he had sorted our two week laundry pile.

"I separated the towels from the underwear and I also made sure the white towels are with the white clothes and the black underwear is with the black clothes....."

I wondered to myself if he had made a diagram to go along with his afternoon project.

"...I also put the pants in a basket separated from the shirts ... but I put all the black shirts with the black clothes......"

I smiled and secretly thought that I should make him the official family laundry sorter... he was very efficient.

"Now," he continued, " we need to go to the laundry mat."

"Honey, it is late and I am tired,' I said wearily.

"I will do EVERYTHING" he announced. "you don't even have to lift a finger"

I stared suspiciously at him wondering if this was a trick, but decided to chance it.

We arrived at the laundry mat at 10:00 PM. I looked at the cars in the parking lot and realized that there were people, like us, whose Friday night consisted of work and laundry.

"Why the heck are all of these people here?" I asked "Don't they have anything better to do?"

We parked in a corner parking space and just as we were getting out, a giant beat-up truck pulled next to us. The truck was white with rust stains and it blared loud country music. Because of the trucks size, my side was completely blocked from unloading big baskets of laundry. Out of the truck came three young guys oozing of redneck. They were wearing cowboy boots, hats, and
Levi's. I watched as they pushed and shoved each other jokingly into the laundry mat.

True to his word, Ben carried in all of the laundry while I was busily watching the cowboys. They were still pushing and shoving on each other. Then all of a sudden, they started wrestling, right there in the middle of the laundry mat. One of them had the other in a head lock..... and I thought I was going to be BORED tonight - hah.

Ben came back to the car and I asked him what was going on with those guys. "They are watching UFC championships ... and practicing their moves" he said disaprovingly. Then he started humming the banjo tune from the movie, Deliverance.

"Hmm," I said to myself. I wonder if one of them will rip off their shirts like Hulk Hogan. I hoped not because I didn't think that it would be a sight I would want to see.

After the initial shock of grown men publicly practicing their UFC moves I ventured in the laundry mat.

I noticed a bearded man with a Motorcycle helmet in his lap. "Wow, men who ride motorcycles are super cool!" I thought, wishing Ben had one.

Ben and I finished our laundry at the same time as the motorcycle man. As we carried our laundry out to the car, I watched him to hopefully catch a glimpse of his bike. Unfortunately, He carried his laundry to a 1980 tiny Toyota truck.

What? I thought. Where is his motorcycle.... I glanced in the bed of the truck ...sure to see it in the back - but nothing.

I looked at Ben and said - now why would you bring a motorcycle helmet with you to the laundry mat when you are driving a truck? I am VERY disappointed! I wanted to see a motorcycle.

Ben just looked at me and shook his head.

As we loaded up our car, I thought about all of the strange people that we often see at our local laundry mat. I have see more weird/crazy/drunk people there than I ever saw in college.

I turned to Ben and said "I want a washer and dryer for Christmas"


He laughed at me and said "I'll get on that"

So - I guess I am grown up now ... SIKE!

No, really, I am married, finished with college, AND I have a job that does not pay hourly. I would say I am a full fledged grown-up. Well, I would say that if I had not spent the last hour playing Dr. Mario...

life seems to drag on ...

I remember when everything was new and exciting. I remember enjoying the most stupid things, like laying next to B and listening to music for hours and talking of nothing... I remember ....

Sorry so long since last post...

It's not my fault - really. I was kidnapped! The evil and treacherous villain "Myspace" held me captive for 2 months. Thankfully, I am back. I was able to vanquish Myspace with a daring and rather large blow to the head. It was rather difficult to defeat Myspace - you see they have legions of predators and spam invaders at their disposal ... but I was strong and true and am now happy to say that I am just fine after my harrowing escape.

Underground Villa?

I just had the need to reiterate the conversation that transpired between Ben, Myself, and our good friend Russell. Before I begin the dialouge I must set the stage. We are at the local taco bell/long john silvers (don't ask me how that combination happened ... it just did) and we are eating and chatting. Ben said something that is not suitable to write on this blog but lets just say it had something to do with ...umm... Ben being a guy and taking everything out of context

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I laughed
"No, you see, Chelsea, where I live... the gutter is ... like the skylight" Ben replied.
Russell nodded his head in agreement
I rolled my eyes at my husband
"It is very energy efficient to live underground" Ben continued "It pretty much heats and cools itself down there."
"Oh, yeah!" said Russell "It is also cost efficient how you have those energy saving lightbulbs all over the place, they also help out a lot in your underground villa"

UNDERGROUND VILLA? uh huh.

The conversation continued with Ben and Rus going on, in great detail, how an efficient underground villa should be designed. I zoned out during this conversation, thank God, however, I did hear how they thought the doors should be just like the ones on the Star Trek Enterprise.....

Holiday mood

The cold weather has hit Texas finally and I am enjoying every minute of it! The cold weather makes me happy. I tend to associate this weather with the coming holidays. We celebrated Halloween on Saturday. I threw my first official party in our new apartment and it was so much fun. We had food, drinks, friends, and 'Grindhouse'. What could be better?

Let me tell you .....

Nothing.

Crock pots are a gift from God

Thank you God, for crock pots. Seriously you just throw a bunch of random crap in a pot and turn it on. I swear I am in love. Thank you, Grandma, who knew I would need this because I hate cooking and thank you, God, for inspiring the person who invented crock pots.

ohhhh Halloween!!!!

I can't wait. I am going to be a fairy and Ben is going as a Garden gnome. too funny. I think it is perfect considering we have a measly 20 dollars to spend on Halloween this year. now I just have to figure out how to make a tall pointy red hat....

Almost 2 months ...

Ben and I have been married for almost 2 months. I have to say they have been the happiest 2 months of my life. We have had so much fun together. We laugh a lot and are silly most days and on the days that I feel sad he is there for me too. I know that no matter what I do he will always be there for me and that really makes me love him even more. I hope he has had as great a two months as I have had. I love him more each day and I know this will continue because he is such a wonderful guy.

Student teaching is like halloween ... it's scary!

I am student teaching in a 4th grade classroom and today I had one of my professors observe my lesson from start to finish. This is a very intimidating process because the professor sits in the corner with a clipboard writing down all of the things wrong with your lesson. While she was doing this, my mentor teacher (the real fourth grade teacher) starts chatting a little with the professor. I tried not to imagine all of the horrible things they were saying about me. I was sure that my teacher wanted me moved to another class because I was useless to her. When my lesson was over the professor walked out of the class without saying one word. I was SO upset. I went back to my professor later to have a 'conference' about my lesson....I thought I was going to throw up. She brought her evaluation form and to my surprise and joy, she said only great things about me. She had no negative comments. She also told me that my mentor teacher LOVES me. I was so excited I nearly jumped out of my seat.
I have been stressing out about student teaching but now I feel like I can relax a little because I have proved myself as being capable of teaching. It is a good feeling to know that after 4 years of school you actually know what that you can put the knowledge to practice and can succeed out there in the 'real world'

Sorry

I would just like to say that I am truly sorry for anything I may have said or done while I was sick and cranky. I know that is no excuse for acting like a crazy lady, but it's all I have without admitting that I am a crazy lady. I just thank God that I have people that will put up with me and not run away when I am spewing fire.

tiny apartmets can seem big sometimes

Our apartment has 4 rooms. The kitchen, living room, Bedroom and bathroom. Now within this 400 square foot apartment my husband and I have claimed our territories. He likes the living room with his giant computer and giant tv and I like the bedroom with my comfy bed and books and laptop. They say that this happens over time, people tend to spend more time apart meeting their own individual needs so as not to get sick of each other but sometimes I wonder if this is the best thing. Really, I wish he was next to me on our comfy bed watching TV or reading while I write this blog and do homework. And I know he wishes I was out in the living room while he is surfing the web and looking up things to expensive to buy because he keeps asking me to come out there. However neither of us wish to give up our space and our time alone. We are both pretty independent people so it is ok but I guess I am feeling a little sad that we spent the day together .. but apart. I think I will go out there now and see what he is doing.

I am in love with penicillin

Man, I feel great! Aside from a raw throat (probably more from all the salt water gargling rather than the infection) I am feeling much much better. In fact, I feel better enough to worry about all of the things that I should have done over the weekend other than be ill. Homework, lesson plans, laundry, cleaning, and lets not forget getting the tags for my car. This was the one thing that I almost wish I had drug my self out of bed for. You see, getting my tags is rather an ordeal. This is because my car is still in my grandfathers name. I have to drive 80 miles to get the tags and my grandfather has to come with me to do it. Now, my grandparents have been calling me for weeks reminding me of this situation. Being busy with the wedding and school and work I pushed it to the back of my mind. However, I PROMISED my grandparents that I would come on Friday. I swore myself to it. But I could not keep this promise because I was at the health clinic (which by the way said I just had a virus...but that's another story). So all weekend my grandma has been calling my phone and all weekend I avoided her. Not just because I was sick, but also because I knew she would yell at me. I know, I am a major pansy. Anyway, since I felt better tonight I finally got up enough courage to answer her phone call. She heard that I had to go to the hospital and being a nice grandma she decided not to yell at me. So I escaped her rage for a while.

Shots in the Bum are not what I call a good labor day weekend!

A sunny day, perhaps a hamburger cooked on the grill, or even a refreshing semi-alcoholic beverage are all great ways to celebrate Labor day. Unfortunately, I am so sick that I had to go to the emergency room. They told me that in order to survive I would have to take 2 giant horse shots in a 'sensitive' area. Now, being one who likes to live, I decided to drop my pants and take it like a crybaby girl. I am feeling better now (about 6 hours later) so I guess it was worth it. Too bad hamburgers don't have the same effect as a penicillin shot. I gladly would have eaten more than my fair share.

Sick ...

I am sick today and let me tell you, I am no picnic to be around when I am sick. Let's just say I could be that head spinning girl on that movie. I feel sorry for my husband. He was up with me all night making me tea and bringing me medicine. He really is too nice. Not only did he not get any sleep, but he also had to work all day today. I hope tonight is better. However, I still feel horrible so I doubt it.

too much cleavage

"The dress code is as follows" My professor stated sternly, looking at all of us like we were in a police line up.
"No short skirts, tattoos, body piercings, and PLEASE no cleavage."

I glanced down at my own shirt and noticed a tiny bit of boob showing. Quickly, I pulled up my shirt. Geeze, I thought to myself, how am I going to find clothes that cover up these.

You see, if you have boobs bigger than a B cup then you have a hard time finding tops to fit without showing some cleavage. It is more of a challenge than one would think. However, I was already making a mental note of any shirt I might have that would suffice for this class. I came up with a big fat zero.

So I must shop tomorrow for at least 2 shirts that will hold the girls in until after class.

Wish me luck

I am in a mood

I really need to get out of it and fast before I do something stupid.