Sometimes I don't think..at all. This morning when I went to clean off my car for the 4th time in 24 hours, I figured I would start the car first. So I did, but left my door open so I wouldn't lock the keys in it. Then I decided that I would just put the windshield wipers on to clear away the snow since it was light and powdery stuff. The next thing I know my entire seat is covered in snow, my coat is covered, and there is about 3 inches of snow in my car...on my wheel, the side of the car door (where the lock/window controls are) and all over the floor. It is also in my high heel. Don't put the wipers on when you have snow all over and your door is open. It makes for a freezing ride into work (even though my commute is short, I was numb and drenched AND late).
The good thing was that we did have a 2 hour delay today! However, I failed to sleep peacefully through those 2 hours because of a snow machine and phone calls. Anyway, after a chilly, frustrating start to my day (this gets more positive...I promise) I was at work and my phone rings during 4th period-whoops! Since when did I get service in my closet classroom at the middle school? After my students all OOOOOOed me and told me I would get detention, I realize that my dad was calling. He asked what I was going to do now..and I said go eat lunch. He said that he would take me! I was very confused. Turns out he took OFF from work, drove TWO hours in crap weather just to take me out to Quiznos on my lunch break! I have the best dad in the world.
So...I turned 23 today. Weird because I feel like I'm not 23. I feel way younger than that. One of my students guessed that I was 30. Another guessed 18.
My birthday evening was less than desirable- spent at parent teacher conferences at the middle school. Dinner was eating 1/2 a can of leftover cold vegetable soup and Goldfish crackers out of the bag in the "B" hallway at school. Then I went to the gym. For the 4th night in a row. I am so sore. It's way beyond the "good feeling" of sore now. I am feeling little muscles that I never knew existed. My butt feels like bowling balls were thrown against it, my inner-knees hurt (yes, that is a part on your body), my triceps hate me, my neck is stiff, and my abs are confused. So that is how I spent my birthday evening. I tried to Skype with Corey but his sound was broken and my camera wasn't working so I was talking to a mute, and he was talking to an invisible person. We gave up because it was pathetic.
I am looking forward to this weekend. Tomorrow I am going to my parents and there I am hoping to adequately celebrate my birthday with cake, singing, visiting with my family minus Julie who deems that a soccer tournament for high school boys in north carolina is more important than family, and seeing my boyfriend for the first time in about 3 weeks.
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