Already in bed.
Forgot post.
Nothing in my head.
This day’s toast.
Archives for January 2016
Where have you been all my lumpy-footed life?
I bought a pair of boots, and I wore them on Saturday to the training. It was my ‘trying to be cool while incognito’ day. I felt ridiculous, but at least no one knew me.
Anyway, any time I wear a pair of shoes that are not my trusty Josef Seibels, they hurt my bunion. That’s right – I said bunion. I knew that they make a thing to stretch our problem spots, so I bought one.
Isn’t that crazy? You can put the plastic lumps wherever you need them (I just need the one on the right), then twist the handle to make it wider. It is AMAZING! I fixed the boots! I fixed a pair of dress shoes I have! Next up, those dumb sneakers I bought last year!
Thank you, fake lumpy foot. You are my hero!
Not my best day
I had to attend a training in Gretna (near Omaha) today from 9 – 3:30, so right off the bat my day was shot. On top of that, many minor things went wrong, which doesn’t make the day any worse, but they sure didn’t make it better.
* The last egg was stuck in the carton, so no Saturday breakfast for me.
* I couldn’t find my folder or my sweater before I left.
* I said two rather stupid things and two slightly stupid things at the training.
* For some reason, I thought it got over at 3. When the trainer said, “Just one more hour!” at 2:30, I screamed internally.
* Afterward I was going to go shopping in Omaha. Yay!
* When I was at the first store in Omaha, 20 minutes away from the training site, I realized I left my backpack there. D’oh!! 20 minutes back, then 20 minutes again. Dang it.
So, again, very, very minor stuff when you look at the big picture. I could be buried under 3 feet of snow like Brad!!
Worst. Earworm. Ever.
My kids watch a show while I get the cots out. It’s so I don’t smack them in the head with a cot. (Not intentionally. I’m not a monster.) Sometimes it’s Doc McStuffins (nice life lessons), sometimes it’s Word World (great literacy), but lately it’s been Handy Manny. I’m a sucker for tool-based cartoons.
Anyway, the theme song is insidious. Do-do-do-do-do Handy Man-ny.”>Do-do-do-do-do Handy Man-ny. Do-do-do-do-do Handy Man-ny. Do-do-do-do-do Handy Man-ny. Do-do-do-do-do Handy Man-ny. Go ahead. Click on it.
I have been singing it all day. ALL DAY. It’s just two words!!
Oh, and Manny? He’s voiced by Fez from That 70s Show. (I only watched a couple seasons of that. I wouldn’t recommend it.)
Watch cat
Duct tape and zip ties
*sigh*
My classroom is on the other side of the bathrooms, so when I am setting out the cots and kids are processing through the bathrooms, I hear all the trumps and bumps. Usually it’s a pair of running feet or someone trying to slam the bathroom stall door. I talk to them about being gentle with our school so it will last a long time. (I’ve been saying that for 18 years with this building.)
Yesterday I heard a new, very disturbing rattle. Lewis discovered that the handicap bar was loose, and if he shook it hard, it made a great sound!
Grrrrrr….. I didn’t have time to fix it then, but ran through the options: it’s in a concrete wall, so if I could attach a board behind it, it might last another few months. Or, I could just take it off the wall. Who’s going to write us up at this point?
Later in the day I went in to take the bar off the wall. After removing one bolt I realized that there were …? Whatever they’re called, there were things in the wall attached to the bolts, so I just tightened up the others and the whole thing was fine.
Problem: the bolt I took out no longer had a thing. It dropped into the wall. I couldn’t leave the hole there or the kids would pick at it. Soooo.. I hot-glued the bolt back in place.
I am really, really terrible at this.