Proof I'm Not Normal. (In Case You Had Any Doubts)

Many of you faithful readers (Pause while I check my view count. YEAH double digits!) might remember I got a JOB! At a preschool!

We can discuss all the ways that is crazy another day. Right now I want to talk about my meeting.

Yes Preschool teachers have meetings. There are a lot less charts and talk of streamlining and a lot more talk about the taste of paste and who has any wipes to spare.

So I was sitting in my meeting talking about how to plan the weekly activities to make sure my little ones get all the education they need when I mentioned our philosophy was going to be based on Omerta.

 Now if you already know what this is you are my kind of people but sadly, my fellow preschool teachers did not. (I still love them.)

This is mandatory reading in some neighborhoods.

I found this lack of knowledge disturbing. I thought everyone knew the code.

Wikipedia, in part describes Omertà as an extreme form of loyalty and solidarity in the face of authority.

Basically Snitches get Stitches.

Luckily they are now aware of this word and it's meaning and I am reminded that I am not normal.


As a side note I have a long post about my brother's wedding in the works. Hopefully I will post it soon. This vocab lesson will come in handy when I do so keep it close by. 

Fancy Shoes

Right Now I am walking around the house wearing brown shorts and a  Amity Island T Shirt.

Perfect for Shark Week!

Normally my shoe choice would be a nice comfy pair of flip flops but today I wanted to feel special. 

So I'm wearing these.

That's reasonable right?

Okay Okay. I'm wearing them because I got them for my brother's wedding. (fancy, remember?)  I just need to be sure that ten minutes into the wedding my feet aren't going to start screaming or worse, bleeding. 

See, completely logical.

Hair Cut

Sorry but that is about as clever as the title is going to get.

So in a week my brother is getting married. I have a dress and some fancy shoes all picked out.

The kids are all set too. Fancy clothes for everyone!

I'm not exactly a high maintenance kind of girl so I've been trying to think what I could do with my hair. I watched a few YouTube videos about curling hair and a few that would help me get 'veronica lake' waves.

Basically I have no idea what I am doing.

I decided to try pin curls. So the other night after my shower I pinned the whole thing up. It only took about 15 minutes and I was pretty impressed that I managed it.

The results were not exactly what I had in mind.

 

Oh wait sorry. That not the right picture.

 There we go. All I'm missing is the bow.

So yeah. Basically I looked like a bad SNL character. I'm not funny either.

While this is entertaining it isn't exactly the 'look' I was aiming for so I called the salon and am getting my hair cut today. (Triple S, please count this as fair warning that you should comment on my hair when you get off the boat.)

I'm hoping for something amazing but it will probably just be a bob.

Maybe I'll just shave half of it and dye the rest pink? (Probably not though since I'm not 22)

Update:

I love my new haircut. I feel so much lighter. Plus I got talk about NJ at the salon. One of the hairdressers had just moved down here. We bonded over volume control issues and hand talking.

Weekly Round Up

So it's Sunday and I thought I do a weekly round up.

Since I'm not super organized this will contain more than a weeks worth of stuff.
(Like you're surprised by this.)

Lets start with my lovely burn. Yes a burn from the shell casing of a .22.  

At this point Triple S is sighing and hanging his head. He's pretty used to my minor injuries. You might remember me saying something about being invincible but that never included minor injuries. Right now I have three burns and 4 bruise and I am only sure about where two of them came from.

That freaking thing is hot!

This is a week old. I'm guessing a scar is in my future.

 

This loveliness happened during a timed exercise at the range. Had it been longer than 10 seconds I might have put down the gun and pealed it from my skin but...

Next we got to drive to Greensboro to put Triple S on a plane to head back to the boat. A Corpus Cristi crew change. He was thrilled.  Will they never be able to get eggs onboard again?

Next I got to take two children shopping from My brothers upcoming wedding. A dress For Natalie was accomplished in 10 minutes. Honestly I have never enjoyed such an easy shopping excursion.

It's pretty and blue and she will look sweet in it.

Now for a suit. Colin wanted a tux but I thought I suit would be a better choice. 4 stores later and more than $100 and he has everything he needs to look extremely handsome.

 It was hell.

I thought Hell would have more flames? Maybe a spit or two?

Not litterally hell. And not even Hell on Earth. But it was bad.

The poor kid had to try on more pants than I cared to count. He was good for a while but it wore him down.

Colin's suit is bigger than this. Like by almost 50%.

I've been told you can rent a suit. Seriously. Why did I not know about this?

Next was the best part of the week.

We've had thunderstorms almost every night this week. Nothing horrible. Just some pretty lights in the sky and some loud booms.

Last night we got more rain but as a break it was fireworks free so we took advantage of it. The kids and I running in the driveway until we were soaked to the bone.

There was much giggling.

 Then they took a rest.

Happy Children.

All the running and the laughing made it easier to black out the shopping.

I feel the memory slipping away.

Hopefully the nightmares have gone too?

Ignorance Is No Excuse

First post from my touch pad. (Not an iPad, I'm not that fancy)

 

For Christmas triple S got me an HP Touch pad. I had asked for an e reader but he decided this would be better. (If I were the sort of wife who told my husband he was right, I would say that now but...)

Sadly since HP decided they couldn't compete with apple they quickly got out of the tablet market. This led to software companies not bothering with web os (HP's answer to iTunes or android) versions of all their cool stuff.

No angry birds man. It is a catastrophe.

 

Triple S promised he would unlock my touch and get Android to run on it.

Spoilers: this post is sort of proof that he succeed but don't let that ruin the story.

So after 3 days of struggling and mumbling and some seriously scary curses he did it.
Please note the title. I'm pretty sure I bought this thing and I can do whatever the hell I want with it. I mean it's not like I downloaded illegal music right? Seriously I'm asking.

If this is all really shady keep it on the down low. No narcing on me to the internet police.

I know people, really scary people. I will send them after you.

Update:
I've had to fix this twice. I guess trying to blog from a touch isn't as easy as I thought.

Self Promotion.

I've resorted to Internet meme.






If you want to make your own there is of course a website for that.

It even has Chuck Norris memes. AWESOME 

I realize some of you are busy and I can let that slide, but not all of you.

Some of you have plenty of free time to comment and forward and then comment again. Seriously.

I don't mean to sound desperate but... If the shoe fits.

Employment, Here I Come.

I haven't forgotten about the cheese update. I swear. I will give full details soon, but right now I want to talk about something new.

 A job. That's right. I got me a J O B.


Two years ago Triple S and I moved down here (the South) to try and improve our quality of life. NJ had just about sucked every last bit of it out of us.

it's a black hole?

I consider it a success. I yell less, I have so much free time I occasional try insane things like making my own cheese and blogging, and I get to go to the gym and try and stay healthy. Basically everything is coming up roses.

Initially I had told triple S I wasn't sure how I would handle not working as I've either had a full time job or been in school full time since I was 16. No summers off for me.

Absolutely no idea who his guy is or what he is doing.

That was of course foolish as I reveled in my free time after the shock of not having to be busy every minute of everyday wore off I basked in the joy of staying home. Getting to spend more quality time with my family and feeling much less guilty about taking an hour or two for myself.

This year though, Natalie will be starting kindergarten. I know most parents would be sad about this. Or at least most moms. I however have never claimed to be like most moms. So I'm thrilled she is starting school. She is a smart little girl and will do great, of that I have no fear.

Now we turn back to the point of this post. With both kids in school I had hoped to find some sort of part time position. One that would keep me busy while the kids were away at school but would still allow me time to volunteer in their classrooms.

It seemed a tall order. Near to impossible.

Then last year things started to look up. I was asked to substitute teach at Natalie's preschool numerous times. I became so popular that I would occasionally get two requests for the same day. I had to keep track of everything in a calender.

It was Crazy! But Awesome.

I began to hope that maybe this would turn into a full time position by the next year. I had seen it happen before. It wasn't so far fetched. The impossible seemed possible. 

Wilson and a monkey's fist.

But I didn't want to get my hopes up. It was perfect. Surely I wouldn't be the only one who wanted it?

I expressed my interest and tried to convey my sincerity. (Not an east task when I spend most of my days being sarcastic.)

I hoped but I didn't assume.

Today though I get to celebrate. I have a job! Something perfect that allows me to continue doing everything I've grown to enjoy about not working full time.

I'm tempted to play the lottery. Maybe place a bet? I wonder how long this luck will hold out.

Furiously Happy (to quote a very worldly lady)

You-These pictures make no sense.

Me-You don't say? 

I typed the words in red into a Google imagine search and picked something at random.

 HHAHAHAHAH

Sometimes I worry about myself.