25 was kind of a letdown.

So yesterday was my birthday.  And I’m going to choose to forget about it.

Because it was really kind of horrible.

The snow that dropped across the state ruined our weekend plans….and I was unable to get out of the funk that put me in.  I was supposed to spend the weekend with one of my MOST FAVORITE PEOPLE EVER.  Who, by the way, I officially haven’t seen in 8 months…since her freaking wedding day.

So the whole being stuck in a town that I hate thing instead?  Wasn’t working for me. 

Andy pulled up this picture and told me it was me:

I didn’t find it so humorous.  So I did.  Cry, that is.  A few times.

And ate a whole box of Kraft macaroni and cheese by myself.  Hello, stomach pain.  When you’ve been fairly gluten free for about 6 weeks….I don’t recommend tossing back a whole box of mac and cheese to reintroduce it to your system.

Sunday (my actual birthday) my husband wanted to strangle me (he didn’t say it….I’m inferring).  He suggested we leave the house.  And began asking repeatedly whether I was sure I didn’t want to go see the Super Bowl at his parents house.

Eventually, I figured it out.  So we went to his parents house to watch the Super Bowl. 

We were going to go for a nice lunch, but I couldn’t taste anything (my nose is still clogged) so we stopped by Chipotle instead.  It was still nice, but in a price range that wasn’t ridiculous for one who could scarcely taste.  At least I know the chicken in my tacos is free range.  I learned that on Oprah. 

And the Super Bowl.  Was a super letdown.  Apparently the other 49 states of the Union were all for the Saints, so good for them.  But Indianapolis was not pleased.  So not pleased, in fact, that someone ran a red light and nearly slammed into our car on the way home.  I only vaguely remember it because I took some Nyquil before we hit the road.  (Nyquil that my husband was NOT carded when purchasing—why the double standard, kitty cat?)

But I am happy for Drew Brees.  My all-time favorite Purdue quarterback.  I told Andy all week long that I wouldn’t be too disappointed if the Colts lost because my loyalty to Drew goes pretty deep. I mean, sharing a fight song is kind of a big deal.  And he was THE ROSE BOWL quarterback…even if they did lose.  And, well, my mama always said my daddy taught Lauren and I to bleed black and gold (Purdue black and gold…not New Orleans black and gold).  I am a Colts fan…but I don’t bleed blue and white.  My Purdue loyalties, they are the real deal.  Plus, Drew did some pretty awesome PEFCU (Purdue Employees Federal Credit Union) commercials that played the whole time I was in college.  And this sort of melts your heart.

So there’s my commentary on Drew Brees. 

And it’s past 11 on a school night and I’m still awake.

I’m banking on the 4-8 inches of snow that’s supposed to start in an hour.  And assuming I’ll be home tomorrow.  I’m sort of hosed if it doesn’t happen.

Stopping drug abuse…one cold medication at a time

I got carded today.

While buying a Day-Quil/Ny-Quil multipack.

Apparently you have to be 18 or older to purchase them now.  I had no idea.  The little slip that printed out with my CVS receipt said that it was to help curb teenage drug use.

People.  I had no idea.

I work in a high school.

And I had no idea.

It’s a good thing I had my id.  I would have laid down on the floor and cried if the woman hadn’t sold them to me.  I have a NAS-TAY cold right now.  I stayed home yesterday, and would have today if I didn’t have a serious ISSHAH about being away from my classroom (it makes me itchy and twitchy to not be there).  We’re talking 32 tissue pile-up, purple-y chapped lips, cough that could scare a grown man kind of cold.  It started with a tightness in my chest after Monster Jam and has gotten worse since.

So excuse me while I go pop two legally purchased Ny-Quil and feel just a bit thankful that the saleslady still thought I looked young enough to be 18 just days before my 25th birthday.

The Great (totally and completely overhyped) storm of the year

So….all week, we were supposed to have huge amounts of snow on Thursday.

Originally, we were going to have 11 inches on Thursday…effectively shutting down the town.  Then it was only 4 inches coming late Thursday.  By Thursday, the snow was definitely going to be south of here, leaving us with the possibility of 1-3 inches on Friday.  My students had their time off planned.  They were ready for it.

My parents caught wind that something was going on south of them, and they were concerned.  You see, we are supposed to meet them in Indianapolis today for lunch to celebrate their fabulous oldest daughter’s upcoming mega-huge adult birthday.  But they didn’t want that delightful daughter and charming son-in-law out if the roads were treacherous.

I assured them that we would be fine.

By email and by phone.  Mom emailed.  Dad called.  Frankly, I was starting to wonder if they just really didn’t want to have lunch with us :)

Well, Mom and Dad, here’s the terrible snowfall that hit this little town.  It may be tough, but I think we’ll be able to manage those treacherous roads and emerge victorious in our battle against the weather.

I love you guys :)

Random Thoughts

We’re going to see CATS today.  It’s the one musical Andy has ALWAYS wanted to see.  And the one that I never cared if I saw.  But I’m looking forward to it today, I think.

Next weekend, after we have lunch with Mom, Dad, and LK, we’re going to a Monster Truck Rally at Lucas Oil Stadium.  I will refrain from expressing my opinions on that via the interwebs. 

Yesterday I fell asleep at my desk during my prep period.  I was exhausted.

Last night, I figured out that if I read my Kindle while I’m on the treadmill, the whole being on the treadmill thing goes pretty quickly.  I was using the “Look Twice as Toned Plan” from Fitness magazine—so I was walking a 16ish minute mile (I’m supposed to be faster…but I’m not there yet) which is somewhere between 3.5 and 4 on the treadmill.  You walk level for fifteen minutes, then for minutes 15-45, you do 2 minute intervals on level and on an incline of 5.  Then you cool down.  My 50 minutes didn’t feel so bad because I wasn’t thinking about it. 

Turns out, there’s not a huge crowd at the gym at 8 on Friday night.  Andy went to the movies with a friend, so I went to work out. 

I saw a dress at Target on Tuesday that I can’t stop thinking about.  It’s burned into my brain.  I want it.  I may ask Andy to stop on our way home from CATS so I can buy it.  I can see myself wearing it all the time.

I have to do laundry today.  I haven’t done it for two weeks.  Our dryer is about to die.  It can only hold a very few clothes or else it stops spinning.  Like 2 long sleeve shirts and 5 pairs of underwear and 2 undershirts a little.  It’s never held a lot.  We have had nothing but bad luck with that thing since we got it.  I am gunning for a replacement, and more than willing to head to Lowes to look.

10 Signs that Maybe you spend too much money on sushi…but are certainly loved at one restaurant in particular :)

Sign Number 1--When you start to enter said restaurant, the manager pulls the door in and pretends to keep you out as a joke

Sign Number 2--When you enter said restaurant, said manager says, "Hey guys, where have you been?  I haven't seen you in a few weeks.

Sign Number 3--Your husband shoots you a look like, "I told you we shouldn't have cheated on this restaurant with that other restaurant"

Sign Number 4--Things you didn't order appear at your table

Sign Number 5--The manager and sushi chefs take part in the ordering of your meal, offering advice, suggestions, and telling you try some of the specials, and one of the sushi chef tells you to "just use your pinchers" on the Dino egg someone chose to order

Sign Number 6--No one says a word when your husband uses your soup spoon to drink the last of his ginger dressing out of his salad bowl--that boy could lick up a ladle of that stuff (and he does when I make it at home) (also, one of the very few times that I must make a conscious choice to respect my husband when I really don’t want to…oh, I kid)

Sign Number 7--The manager tells you that the Snowball roll is actually called a Pla*boy (no way do I want people googling that and finding this)  roll everywhere but his boss thought that offensive

Sign Number 8--You leave with two of the ceramic glasses that their house drinks come in (one shaped like a geisha, the other like a Buddha) (Andy's response--to me, not to them--Is that an idol?  Is it bad to have?)

Sign Number 9--When your husband mentions that perhaps he ordered too much (he did) the manager says, "No man, I told you--there is no too much"

Sign Number 10--As you leave, they call out after you, "Don't wait another two weeks--come back this weekend."

Inside my head

I still have lots of words inside of me.

Mr. Kim is here.  He is the neighbor’s cat, but sometimes he hangs out here.  It helps curb Andy’s desires for pets and babies to have him around.  He can move in if that’s all it takes.

Andy has washed his new car twice in the last three weeks.  My car hasn’t been washed since before I got married.  I think my dad was the last one to wash it.

I’m afraid of car washes.

Drive thru’s too.  I’ve never done one.

I’m afraid I’ll hit something.

One time at the bank, I hit my side mirror on the brick dividing wall.

My classes were better behaved today.  I hope they are starting to mature.  I told them they needed too.  But I don’t know if they listen.

I’m thinking about not eating sugar anymore.  I can’t seem to control myself, so I think it might be better to just get my sugars from fruit and be done with the other stuff.  But that would mean I couldn’t drink my morning coffee, because I need some sweetener.

I’m going to have to think about that.

Every time I here the word Haiti, I tear up.  I keep praying for the orphans from Belloc, the orphanage our church supports. 

I have a load of dishes in the sink.

I always hope if I let them soak in hot water long enough, they’ll magically be clean.

Andy said that doesn’t work.  And he gets irritated because my dishes aren’t clean enough.  I never had to handwash dishes.  I really don’t know how.

My stomach hurts.  So does my throat.

I think it’s because of the climate change in my classroom.  I was freezing until 2 and then I couldn’t stop sweating.

I created lesson materials like a madwoman today.  I made two vocab lists, designed materials for a whole multi-genre unit, and did three days worth of grammar slides. 

I’m exhausted.

I hope Andy comes home early tonight.  I need to use my words.

I need to exercise.  I haven’t since Thursday.  That’s no good.

I lost two pounds last week.

That was exciting….hopefully I’ll have another two this week.  I haven’t been under my calorie count since Thursday either.

I think when left to my own devices I turn into a lazy, non-exercising eater.  I’m glad I have a husband around to keep me in check.

Okay.  That’s good.  My fingers hurt.

I just want to fall asleep

It’s way too late for me to be awake.  But I feel jittery and I couldn’t sleep (I tried).  Andy is flat passed out.  I’m a wired up mess.

Andy was gone all weekend.  I have two days worth of words stored up.  He didn’t get home until close to 9 tonight….so we haven’t had a chance to zip through my stored up language.

I hate glue traps.  With all of my being.  We had a mouse stuck in one in the kitchen all day.  He still wasn’t dead when Andy came home…but he took care of him.

I didn’t go inside the kitchen today. 

I went to Kroger and bought two Lunchables.  That’s what I ate today. 

Didn’t do my laundry either.

There was no way I was going in the same room as that mouse.  And I didn’t.

I just bought something way exciting.  It’s kind of a secret right now…but I’m pumped.

I have to tell Andy I did it.  He knew I was going to, we just hadn’t decided when.

Speaking of Andy…a video that he MADE for work is going to be on America’s Funniest Home Videos sometime in March.

I loved that show when I was little.  Frankly, I still think it’s funny sometimes now.  And I think it’s awesome that a video my husband edited will be on TELEVISION.  All because it's funny :)

I’d link to the video but I’m too lazy right now.  And it might spoil the fun….of course you’re going to watch it when it’s on, right?  Mom?  LK?

I took a Benadryl for an allergy related headache. 

I hope I can wake up not so groggy tomorrow.

I hope I can fall asleep tonight.  This week is going to be LONG.  Lots of evening stuff related to work that is never any fun.  I need to start the week well rested or Friday will not be here soon enough.