Yesterday, I received a piece of paper from the state of California that has been a long time comin'. You see, when I first moved here, they told me in order to renew my credential, I'd have to jump through numerous hoops dispite my 9 years of previous experience. After months of delving into their website, I discovered that they evaluated my incorrectly. So I set out to fix that in order to drastically cut the number of hoops I had to jump through.
It took a call to the paper pushers during which I was on hold for no less than 45 minutes (thank goodness for cordless phones with speaker) and me paying the $55 application and waiting since July to fix something that wasn't even MY fault. Oh well, $55 is a lot less than the Master's Degree they were telling me I had to do. :)
So, once I renew this credential at the end of the year, I'll be permitted to teach in California until 2015. Crazy! I'll be 41 in 2015! Will I even be here in 2015? I dunno. We'll see.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I owe what?!?
Hell-oo!!! I just finished doing my taxes, and I must be missing something. According to Turbo Tax, Uncle Sam owes me $1,400. Great! But then, apparently somehow I owe the Governator $1,300.
WTF!?!
How is that possible?
I MUST be missing something.
WTF!?!
How is that possible?
I MUST be missing something.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Note to self....
When setting the DVR for a big game, anticipate that the game will go over the time slot and set it to record whatever comes next. :) Sorry we missed the last 3 minutes of the game fellas. Won't happen next time!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
I love technology
Husband-o has become quite the football fan over the past several years. Even though our Steelers aren't in the playoffs, we have enjoyed watching the games together. He was bummed that he had a meeting today at 3:00 and the 2nd game of the day started at 3:30 local time. So, it is currently recording on the DVR. When he gets home we will sit and watch it with our friend, The Stripper. The best part is we will get to fast forward thru all the commercials, and watch the game in about 2 hours (I'm guessing).
The only trick is making sure we don't turn on the radio or tv news before we watch the game. It would suck to accidentally find out the score before we get to see it. :) I also plan to answer the phone by saying something to the effect of, "Hello, we have the playoff game on dvr, and we haven't finished watching it yet! Please don't ruin it by talking about the game!"
Now if Husband-o would hurry up and get home, we can start the game and enjoy our chicken wings. :)
The only trick is making sure we don't turn on the radio or tv news before we watch the game. It would suck to accidentally find out the score before we get to see it. :) I also plan to answer the phone by saying something to the effect of, "Hello, we have the playoff game on dvr, and we haven't finished watching it yet! Please don't ruin it by talking about the game!"
Now if Husband-o would hurry up and get home, we can start the game and enjoy our chicken wings. :)
Go me!
I climbed to the top of the Empire State Building today! And then I cycled around it for 15 minutes!
400 calories, gone!
Go me!
400 calories, gone!
Go me!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Jewelry
I was thinking the other day about how sometimes I wear certain pieces of jewelry not because they match my outfit, but because they match my mood.
For example, when I am missing my dad (like I have been since I watched Grey's Anatomy last night), I will often wear a green ribbon pin that I have that was given to us by the organ donation people in Ohio. It says donor family on it. I could have an outfit on that doesn't have an ounce of green in it, but when I am missing him, I put that pin on. Kinda makes me feel like I still have him with me.
Another piece that has memories with it is my SAI pin from college. I usually wear that when I am doing a concert, or something musical like a conference or other professional thing. It reminds me of my college days and all of my sisters. I can even hear us singing our song. *sappy* :)
And of course, when I put on the beautiful jewelry that husband-o has bought me over the years, I remember our good times too......don't want to leave out the most important person. :) Heart you honey! Smooches!
This post has come to me several times. I'm glad I finally found the time to type it all out. And I'm glad that I have such fond memories to be reminded of when I open my jewelry box every morning.
For example, when I am missing my dad (like I have been since I watched Grey's Anatomy last night), I will often wear a green ribbon pin that I have that was given to us by the organ donation people in Ohio. It says donor family on it. I could have an outfit on that doesn't have an ounce of green in it, but when I am missing him, I put that pin on. Kinda makes me feel like I still have him with me.
Another piece that has memories with it is my SAI pin from college. I usually wear that when I am doing a concert, or something musical like a conference or other professional thing. It reminds me of my college days and all of my sisters. I can even hear us singing our song. *sappy* :)
And of course, when I put on the beautiful jewelry that husband-o has bought me over the years, I remember our good times too......don't want to leave out the most important person. :) Heart you honey! Smooches!
This post has come to me several times. I'm glad I finally found the time to type it all out. And I'm glad that I have such fond memories to be reminded of when I open my jewelry box every morning.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Dear silver Ford Focus
Dear jerk off,
I'm sorry that the EIGHTY miles an hour I was traveling on Interstate 880 this afternoon wasn't fast enough for you. There really was no need to get so close to my bumper and flick your lights and pass me so damn aggressively. That really is rude. Next time, just pass me, and speed on to where ever it is you are in such a damn hurry to get. I truly hope you make the most of the 2 minutes you save. I'm sure it'll take longer than that for your blood pressure to return to normal once you reach your destination.
Sincerely,
The slowpoke in the Quest
I'm sorry that the EIGHTY miles an hour I was traveling on Interstate 880 this afternoon wasn't fast enough for you. There really was no need to get so close to my bumper and flick your lights and pass me so damn aggressively. That really is rude. Next time, just pass me, and speed on to where ever it is you are in such a damn hurry to get. I truly hope you make the most of the 2 minutes you save. I'm sure it'll take longer than that for your blood pressure to return to normal once you reach your destination.
Sincerely,
The slowpoke in the Quest
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Nov's illness
It all started back on the evening of New Years. For the second night in a row, Nov isn't feeling well.....Nanny had made cabbage rolls, and the queen of picky eaters wanted nothing of the sort. About half an hour before dinner, she began hysterically crying, hyperventilating and running around like Chicken Little. "I'm gonna be sick! I'm gonna be sick!" So she gets out of having to eat the cabbage rolls and never even vomitted.
The next night she is fine. We go to a restaurant with my sister and her family. As soon as we walk into the restaurant, Nov announces she is going to the bathroom. She is there about 5 minutes, and I swear I can hear her crying in there. So I go in there and she seems fine. I ask her if she's okay, and she says yes. I go to leave and she starts her Chicken Little thing again. Now, the darn bathroom is like the worst echo chamber ever, so I'm sure the entire restaurant can hear here. And she won't let me leave. Finally I get out and go back to the table where husband-o says he'll take care of it. He takes her to the mens' room. They come back in 5 more minutes and she looks sad.
To make a long story short, basically she has pulled this same shit for the past week. We took her to the doctor the morning after the Mexican restaurant episode. Told him she has pulled this before and I think it is just an evasion issue. I think he was able to read between the lines. He told her it would probably be gone in a few days and that it was probably just a mild stomach bug. (Yeah, right, one that only comes on at dinner time!) She was told to avoid citrusy/acidic foods and that she could take Mylanta when it did hurt. Needless to say it only took one dose of Mylanta to make her stop asking.
Well, Thursday night it morphed from "I'm gonna be sick!" to "I have a fever" and she was wanting to constantly take her temperature. We humored that for a day or two. It was actually kinda funny because she took it so much that she got chapped lips right in the center where the thermometer would stick out.
Sunday we decided that if she wanted to take her temperature, she'd have to pay $5.00 to use the thermometer. Believe it or not, she paid it twice. Once Sunday and then again on Monday. Tonight before bed, she actually said "mom, I forgot to pay for the thermometer." I had been at a meeting, so I asked her "did you take your temperature?" She said "no" so I sent her to bed.
Even as a toddler, she was this stubborn. I can remember an incident when she would call for us from her bed. I would come in and give her the "if I have to come back in here, I'm gonna smack your butt" routine. She'd say okay and wait a few minutes and call for me again. When I couldn't take it anymore, I'd get up and go in there. She actually stood up in her bed and turned around and said "mom, smack my butt." Ugh!!!!!!!
What am I in for 10 years from now? Heaven help me!
The next night she is fine. We go to a restaurant with my sister and her family. As soon as we walk into the restaurant, Nov announces she is going to the bathroom. She is there about 5 minutes, and I swear I can hear her crying in there. So I go in there and she seems fine. I ask her if she's okay, and she says yes. I go to leave and she starts her Chicken Little thing again. Now, the darn bathroom is like the worst echo chamber ever, so I'm sure the entire restaurant can hear here. And she won't let me leave. Finally I get out and go back to the table where husband-o says he'll take care of it. He takes her to the mens' room. They come back in 5 more minutes and she looks sad.
To make a long story short, basically she has pulled this same shit for the past week. We took her to the doctor the morning after the Mexican restaurant episode. Told him she has pulled this before and I think it is just an evasion issue. I think he was able to read between the lines. He told her it would probably be gone in a few days and that it was probably just a mild stomach bug. (Yeah, right, one that only comes on at dinner time!) She was told to avoid citrusy/acidic foods and that she could take Mylanta when it did hurt. Needless to say it only took one dose of Mylanta to make her stop asking.
Well, Thursday night it morphed from "I'm gonna be sick!" to "I have a fever" and she was wanting to constantly take her temperature. We humored that for a day or two. It was actually kinda funny because she took it so much that she got chapped lips right in the center where the thermometer would stick out.
Sunday we decided that if she wanted to take her temperature, she'd have to pay $5.00 to use the thermometer. Believe it or not, she paid it twice. Once Sunday and then again on Monday. Tonight before bed, she actually said "mom, I forgot to pay for the thermometer." I had been at a meeting, so I asked her "did you take your temperature?" She said "no" so I sent her to bed.
Even as a toddler, she was this stubborn. I can remember an incident when she would call for us from her bed. I would come in and give her the "if I have to come back in here, I'm gonna smack your butt" routine. She'd say okay and wait a few minutes and call for me again. When I couldn't take it anymore, I'd get up and go in there. She actually stood up in her bed and turned around and said "mom, smack my butt." Ugh!!!!!!!
What am I in for 10 years from now? Heaven help me!
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