Sunday... Dangerous Sunday

I have come to realize that cleaning is dangerous. I should never have to do it. I sliced my finger open while trying to dust. Then I rammed the shop-vac handle into my knee cap. I can't risk it any longer. From this moment on, I will save what's left of my limbs and stop cleaning.

Reading

I read a lot. Everyday. Some of it is good, some of it is shit, some of it is news, some gossip, some poems, some kid writing, some labels, some e-mails, some blogs, some lyrics... but by far, the BEST thing I read today was: "If Britney Spears weren't so fucking stupid "country," her personal and professional life might have turned out quite differently!"

As you can guess that came from the "some shit" and "some gossip" categories, but still. I think it applies to life more than it should just take out Britney Spears and replace it with any of a slew of names of people I know and viola! It makes sense.

I made a pretty good dinner tonight. Sometimes I get so hungry that I have NO idea what I actually want to eat. Today that resulted in me throwing everyone of my cravings into a pot and cooking it over low heat for a while.

I should go to sleep.

PS I love seeing "no misspellings found" after writing a blog. I really am smarter than the average Joe. Except I just tried to spell Joe with a G. oops.

I am sorry

I'm sorry for the awful colors in the previous posts. I would change them to save your eyes, but I'm too lazy. Just know that with my new template, I will chose colors that work well with this layout.

Yeah Yeah

Ok so here's another hobby for me to start and then give up on... I'm good at that.

I've been pretty busy. That is a lame excuse. I've thought of things to write about, but I get distracted by life, gossip pages, dogs, and sleep.

Here's a quick update: it changed years, then months a couple of times and here we are!

I started working out 5 days a week. That takes up a lot of time, what with the showering I now have to do.

I also gave up drinking cokes. I don't know why, but I'll tell you, my class did the hardboiled egg soaking in coke to see what happens and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to drink them again. That shit was gross. Even after we all scrubbed it, it was still brown and it was staining through the egg shell.

I'm trying more and more to be a good teacher. It dawns on me sometimes that Holy Shit! I'm their Kindergarten teacher! They will remember me FOREVER. So, how do I want them to remember me? The mean teacher who was perpetually unprepared? Or the tard of a teacher who let them have fun and sang and danced WITH them rather than just watching? Probably a little of both.

I wrote a song a few minutes ago, it is to the tune of the Toys 'r us

I don't wanna work out
i'm a lazy slob.
I don't wanna work out
but even if I did...
I'd rather have a drink instead!

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