Drama in la clase de espanol

(Sorry, I can't get the tilde over the N)

Today was my Spanish final (as well as Algebra), and it started out boring enough. I was there about fifteen minutes early, and a few other people and I were just chatting. Everyone started coming in and we were just talking about how nervous we were, etc. The teacher was about 5 minutes late, but she came in and we were talking and joking around with her.

All of a sudden, the instructor looked over and said "Are you okay?" I looked over to see what she was talking about, and this boy was sitting in his chair, having a seizure! He was leaning over the side of the desk that isn't open, if you know what I mean, and his arms were sticking straight out and he was shaking and foaming at the mouth. It was so freaking scary.

Mrs. B yelled at us to call 911 (there's a group of us that sit at the back of the room near the phone), so my friend Cindy dialed and then Mrs. B ran out of the room yelling for help. A couple of boys in front ran over to him, threw the desks in front of him out of the way, and pulled him out of his desk onto the floor. A nursing student in the room yelled at them when they said something about putting something in his mouth to keep him from choking, and told them to not put anything in his mouth, just roll him on his side.

Another professor came in the room and they turned him on his side. He stopped seizing by then, but he was breathing funny, it sounded like a snore, and he was blowing spit when he breathed. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to get there, but they finally did, and they asked him some questions and took him out on the cot thingy.

Then, we got back to business and took our test. But everybody was pretty damn freaked out. One boy said, after it was all over, "Well, I won't ever forget my last day in Spanish!" Heh. I don't think I will, either.

Classes are over!

I had my last day of class today, woot! I have final exams on Wednesday and Friday, but that's it. And? I had my last Algebra test last Wednesday, and I made a 93 on that sucker! Hell, yeah! I thought I did well, and I'm glad I did. I raised my average to an 82 with that test and redoing some homework to raise that grade. I just have to not bomb the final, and maybe I can make it out of that class with a B. :D

Darrell took Shelby to the dentist today, and she has cavities. :/ More than one, even. I don't know, she brushes her teeth twice daily just like the other kids, she doesn't eat any more junk than the rest of them, either. She's having one of them capped and the rest filled. Unfortunately, July 13 is the first date they can get her in for this work, and it'll have to be done over 4 visits. :/ We're on the cancellation list, so hopefully they'll call and get her in earlier.

The dentist also said something about possibly having to pull some of her baby teeth on the bottom in the back. I'm not entirely clear, but the way Darrell talked, it sounded like her permanent teeth were taking up more space under the gum than her baby teeth were above the gum, and it would cause problems when she started to lose her baby teeth in the back. I'm going to have to get clearer explanation and then go from there. My first instinct is that I'm not comfortable with them pulling teeth like that.

Pet Peeves

Everyone has little things that bother them. I'm going to share some of my pet peeves now, because I'm PMSing and bitchy. Heh.

• There are some obvious ones, like chewing with your mouth open. That drives me pretty damn crazy, like I want to jam the fork into your eye if you do it.
• Cutesy little words that people use, like vaca instead of vacation, pressies instead of presents, and sammies instead of sandwiches.
• Having to wait on people. When I'm ready to go, I want to go, dammit. Of course, if someone has to wait on me, that's probably okay. ;)
• Lack of respect in general. I don't know if that falls under "pet peeve" really. For example, when you tell someone, oh, say, your sister-in-law, that there was nearly $100 of text messages on oh, say, your husband's phone last month, and you can't afford the bill being that high, and then she continues to text him with the same regularity.

That's all I can think of at the moment. I'm sure there are more, though. Feel free to share yours!

I refuse to feel bad

To my husband:

Yeah, I know I'm busy. I'm sorry if it seems like I don't have much time for you lately. But I am trying my level best to keep everything in order and running smoothly. You can say that I'm always either on the computer or watching tv, but I think we both know that I am usually cleaning the house, doing laundry, taking care of the kids, cooking, or studying. Yeah, I do have shows that I watch every week, and some days I do spend more time than I should online. But so do you. You're always off in the bedroom working on that stupid machine you're trying to build, and you never offer help when it comes to cooking or cleaning. I have to specifically tell you to do something if I want it done, and if I'm lucky, you'll get to it eventually. If I didn't have to put so much time into keeping the kids clean and fed, and the house clean, in addition to my schoolwork, then I might have more time for you.

I know you're worried about how your back stuff is going to pan out. I, however, am not a fucking mind reader! If you need to discuss something, just tell me. Don't expect me to notice it, when you know all that I have on my plate as well at the moment, and then try to tell me that I'm too busy watching tv and being on the computer all the time to notice. That's just insulting.

Lastly, I will not apologize nor feel bad for going back to school. This is just how it's going to be until I'm done. Yes, it takes some free time away. As long as I'm in school, I won't have as much free time, but I would have more if you would chip in and help me out. Especially since you aren't working. When I am at school all day, and then have to come home and pick up, start laundry, cook and clean up from supper, when you've been hanging out with Maggie all day, something is wrong with that picture. I do more than my fair share, especially for a household of our size. And I'm sick and tired of you acting like I don't have to do anything school related when I am not at school. Attending classes is not the sole requirement for being in school. I have out of class projects, assignments, and studying, and I'd appreciate a little bit of respect for that fact.


Okay, I just had to get that off my chest. :/

Busy weekend

It was so beautiful here this weekend. We got our tax return on Friday, and we went shoe shopping Saturday. We went to Columbia to Ross, and found Hunter & Mackenzie a pair of tennis shoes and Shelby some sandals there. Then we went to a store called Rack Room Shoes, and Shelby got tennis shoes there, Maggie got sandals, and Darrell and I got tennis shoes. It was expensive, but we all needed the shoes. The rest of the money had to go for bills, of course.

Yesterday, it was something like 75 degrees. We cleaned the house up really well, I did between 10-15 loads of laundry (we didn't do any laundry through the week last week), and we did a bunch of yardwork. We worked in and around the house for about 8 straight hours, doing this and that. We splurged on dinner at the local BBQ place since we'd worked so hard and were exhausted.

Unfortunately, my legs were acting up from all the activity and I had a hard time getting to sleep. I have Restless Leg Syndrome, and it was BAD last night. I kept dozing off and waking back up. It's actually never been bad enough to wake me up before. Finally I massaged my legs for a few minutes each and was able to get to and stay asleep.

Randomness

I'm bored, and don't have anything in particular to talk about right now. I should probably be studying double object pronouns or logarithms, but I don't feel like it.

Darrell got his MRI last week, and we got the results this morning. They're referring him back to the pain clinic, and we'll see what that doctor recommends at that point.

I registered for the fall semester last week, but I changed it this morning to all online courses. I'll have to discipline myself to spend adequate time studying and working on it. I'm taking College Math, Astronomy, Intro to Communication (speech), and Intro to Education. I won't have to drive to the campus except for certain tests, and to turn in my speeches. Woot!

We're winding down Girl Scouts for this year. I think we're going to work on one more patch (that we already have enough of), and then we'll just be doing some planning for the fall. We're going to be ambitious and try to earn all of the last year Juniors the Bronze award. It's a lengthy process though, but a high honor for a Junior Girl Scout.

I only have four classes left before finals. Woot! I have one more Algebra test (next Wednesday) and other than that, finals are the only tests I have left. I am so relieved. I can't wait for summer vacation. My kids only have 5 or 6 weeks of school left right now. I plan to get the house clean from top to bottom after I relax for a few days. Then I'm going to spend some quality time with my children, and try to do some fun stuff with them this summer.

I guess that's all that's going on around here at the moment. I love this time of year. :D

Back on the treadmill.

I've decided to restart the healthy eating and exercising. I feel like I'm at a place where I'm ready to do it. I don't want to go all gungho and screw up shortly after I start, so I'm just making a few adjustments to start with. There are three changes I'm making to start with:

1) Drink more water
2) Pick healthier snacks
3) Be mindful of portion size

I'm going to try to do some of my exercise DVDs at least twice a week to start with, and I can add more later on. I'm not going to weigh regularly for now, I'm not logging my food or anything either. I'm going to attempt going at it from a completely different angle than I was before. I don't know if it's the smartest thing to do, but frankly, right now I don't have time to input all my food into some website. I'm going to watch my portion sizes and my snacks without knowing exact calorie counts.

So, we'll see how that works out. I've got to drop some of this weight so I can feel better about myself. Plus, my sister's getting married in October, and I don't want to look like a butterball waddling down the aisle.

My kids are funny

Shelby:
[Comes in the house after I heard Hunter say someone was pulling in the driveway.]
Me:
Who's here, Shelby?
S:
It's some guy, he wanted to go somewhere, but he didn't know where to go, so he asked Daddy where he should go.
Me:
It was someone wanting directions?
S:
Yes.

Maggie:
[Goes to the bathroom and is in there a while. (This is never a good sign) I go in to check on her.]
Me: What are you doing Maggie? Did you poop?
Maggie: I pooped and peed!
Me: Well, let's wipe you.
Maggie: I'm not done yet. I have a lot more poop to do.


Mackenzie:
[Telling me about the Got Milk? posters at her school.]
Kenzie: They've got all these singers and bands on them. Names a few singers...and, the Pumpkin Smashers.
Me, laughing: It's the Smashing Pumpkins.
Kenzie: Oh.


Hunter did the most hilarious and yet most disgusting and heinous thing I never thought my child would do, which is why I won't be sharing it here. It happened at my sister's house when he spent the night there last weekend. She shared it with me today. If it had happened here, at our house, I definitely wouldn't be laughing. But since it was at her house, it's funny. Although it makes me a little embarrassed to be his mother at the same time.