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Archive for January 2011

Chris had to work at the College all weekend. There was a Jazz Festival on Saturday, and two events in the student center today. I’ve had a productive weekend too: did almost all the laundry yesterday (had to do some blankets and towels today because of the drying time on one of they bedspreads); cleaned the bathroom for the most part; cleaned the kitchen sink several times, and ran the dishwasher plus cleaned it out – Chris was kind and left half the week’s mess and yesterday’s mess for me – because I was home; gave V a shower, will give L his bath soon; and I did several pages of studying. Oh yeah, and cleaned out the cat’s litter box.

Speaking of, I just finished a section on antibiotics and that reminded me. L is allergic to amoxicillin, so basically all penicillins. I’m allergic to everything BUT penicillin. Weird.

I’m so tired of doing laundry. I guess that’s why I only do it once a week. Get it done in one day and my other weekend day can be a lazy day. I really should get back on track to study, but it’s really hard because I don’t want to think. I’m forced to constantly be thinking at work and switching gears at all times.

I’m stressed. I need to go in for massage treatments. My back hurts almost all the time. Wah.

So the last post that I wrote on my phone didn’t actually post. It was sitting in my drafts. Technology… love it, can’t live without it, can’t always make it work right. Ah well. At least I’m trying.

I’m getting a little burned out from work and already looking forward to the next holiday weekend. Either that or getting full body massages on a regular basis.

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I finally finished making my calendar for 2011. Even though we’re almost through the first month. Yea!

So I meant to post yesterday but was too tired. I found an app for my phone. I’m posting in bed. I love technology! I took yesterday off from work. I made arrangements to take Monday off if I do testing in a Saturday. This way, I still get a weekend and I keep my vacation hours down.

I’ve been asked to change my lunch hour to 11a temporarily. This means I’ll be friendless most if my meals. On the bright side, I’ll be able to study. I’m so far behind; I have to dedicate time. I can’t wait till I’m finished. I could definitely use extra income and pay down debt.

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since my last post… no wait, yes, I can. When I started this I knew that I wouldn’t. I never kept a diary, and I had a difficult time keeping a journal for any of my English classes. Maybe I can change that.

A thought that I’m sure most women (and maybe a few men) can relate to: I tell my husband something or to do something. He responds, but when we come back to the subject, I get a “I don’t remember you saying that” or “I never said that” response. Maybe I should use this blog as my diary.

I’m constantly telling my husband to throw away his garbage if he’s cooking in the kitchen, i.e., if you open a can, rinse it an throw it in the recycle; if you package, throw away the wrapper. That type of stuff. Simple, right? Yet he still won’t listen. Today, we had hot dogs for dinner. When my husband goes to grab the ketchup, he sees that the mayo in the fridge expired a month ago, so he takes it out and sets it on the counter instead of taking the extra step to put it in the garbage. Later, we find our son eating the contents of set mayo.

Why won’t he listen? Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag…