First Day of School

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, it wasn't bad at all. I got to school at 7:30 and started with JH athletics 1st period. This is grades 6-8. And there are only 16 girls. What the heck.
2nd period is usually 1st-2nd grade PE, but we had an assembly.
3rd period was 3rd-5th grade PE. You guessed it....full of drama. One little 3rd grader ran up to me crying. She said, "She already started picking on me, and if this continues, I am going to transfer schools. I don't want to transfer schools." GOOD GOO.
4th period--8th Grade Social Studies
6th Period--6th Grade Social Studies. I gave them a survey for them to fill out about themselves. One question was: "Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names?" One boy proceeded to tell me about one dog that died of cancer and another that was stolen. He wanted to know if he could list them. Sure...why not.
7th period--7th Grade Social Studies
8th period--HS athletics

That's about it folks. I stayed up at school until 6 to get some more work done for the rest of the week. I have a feeling this will be happening a lot.

Don't be jealous...

This is what Michael and I will be living in for $50/month. I'm not complaining, but we have a lot of work to do. The whole right section of the house has shifted so we (as in Michael) have been patching cracks and painting. We have one room down...the whole rest of the house to go. We move in completely on Saturday!!!
We have a guest bedroom so come visit us! I know you want to.

(The building to the right in the background is the gym @ the school. See, I told you we were RIGHT next to the school!)

Michael is usually the one that takes Max to the vet for his puppy shots. Well, I thought I would be nice and take him this morning since I really didn't have to be up at school until 12. I get to the vet and Max is freaking out as soon as he sees the clinic door. I have to pick him up and carry him inside...while he is clawing the crap out of me. He weighs 30 pounds, people. So the vet gives him the shots...we pay...we leave. Great. We are done and can go home now! I turn onto our street and he pukes RIGHT between the front passenger seat and the middle console. Are you kidding me? Awesome. Why in MY car?
So I get home and get him inside. I start to clean up his mess and start gagging uncontrollably. I start throwing up in the car port. omg. Two separate neighbors are outside and can hear me throwing up my internal organs. They probably think I was paying a price for a night out on the town. Not so much. I really didn't want to take the time to explain that I just have a horribly overactive gag reflex. Thank goodness we are moving soon.

See, my life is never boring.

get up at 7 am. head to the dps. fill out 1 million papers to apply for my cdl. sit down at the computer to take 6 written tests for my cdl. ok, this won't be too bad. first test. failed. second test failed. **insert inappropriate language here** third test. failed. forth test. passed. awesome. fifth test failed. sixth test. failed. son of a. good thing i can take them every day until i pass.


to stop the laughter, here are some recent pictures of my puppy.