Friday, June 26, 2009
The corporate headquarters of the school I work for is not paying me my overlap checks until mid-July: a week after we planned to leave. Those overlap checks were to pay me for the old teacher contract I had which overlapped the pay period of my new IC contract.
Those overlap checks were our vacation money.
Which won't come until after vacation.
I really wanted to see VPJWS.
I really wanted to see Eli who's not even born yet but will have been which is why we planned our trip for July.
I just miss my family.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A- Age: 36 1/2
B- Bed size: queen or loveseat when I snore
C- Chore you hate: all of them all the time: putting away laundry
D- Dog's names: um...CHARLIE?!?!?
E- Essential start to your day item: KLOVE in the car; coffee
F- Favorite color: right now, red or gray
G- Gold or silver: white gold
H- Height: a whopping 5'2"
I- Instruments you play: used to play piano
J- Job title: teacher turned Instructional Coach
K- kids- 1,568 that have passed through my classroom doors
L- Living arrangements: Kory, Charlie, me...big house; lots of rooms to clean
M- Marriage: going on 8 months
N- Nickname: Kraft; JKlo in olden days
O- Overnight hospital stay: Sleep lab that proved I do not have sleep apnea; I just snore like a grizzly bear in December
P- Pet Peeve: inconsideration
Q- Quote from movie: "Sloth love Chunk"
R- Right or left handed: right
S- Siblings: 1 brother and 1 sister, and a million brothers and sisters-in-law
T- Time you wake up: ugh, 5:45 AM
U- Underwear: yup; I wear them often
V- Vegetables you dislike: brussel sprouts
W- Ways you run late: well, I run late, walk late, drive late, arrive late
X- X-rays: MRI of ovaries and the Lightsaber ray; that one was FUN
Y- Yummy food you make: lemonade cake
Z- Zoo animals- zebras
I borrowed this from mynotsohurriedlife blog. Have fun!
Friday, June 5, 2009
As an English teacher, I pride myself on my selection of exact, precise diction, so I was rather disappointed to find I had not chosen the right word to define the disappearance of my sock.
Let me tell a story.
When I was putting Charlie in his kennel out last night, a peculiar smell assaulted my nostrils and a curious color and texture stained his flannel blanket. When I pulled his bedding out, a trail of vomit followed. And tucked deep inside the blankie he so cherishes was my once white yet now orangey-brown sock. Covered in slime and gastric juices.
Charlie did not, in fact, EAT my sock; he swallowed it. Whole. And then puked it up.
I made Kory throw it away.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
- oranges--with peel
- dried sticks from maple tree
- feces from unknown animal
- Irish Spring
- bits of paper, staples included
- tinfoil with dried barbeque sauce
- one recently used, dirty gym sock
This is not my Walmart list or even a compliation of items found strewn around the house and yard. It's not even a collection of items at the bottom of my trash can.
It IS, however, a recently updated list of things Charlie has eaten.