You might find this site mostly (but not totally) inactive from here on out. The hubby and I are going to be blogging together over at cwsquared.wordpress.com

See you there!

I’ve spent the last 2 hours inputting grades. The joys of teaching, I tell ya.

My students have actually been really good so far. I mean, it’s hard to do any worse than last semester, but this is a significant improvement for me. Maybe coming back next year won’t be so bad.

My boss yelled at me, though. I didn’t do crap, either. He yelled at three other people that same day (that I know of). Driving a bus makes him cranky, but yelling at me is a huge mistake. I mean, it’s a huge mistake in the sense that I’m uber sensitive and will take forever to recover from. I will dislike him for many weeks now. Maybe even months. Grr…

Okay, I’ve got hot tea waiting.

I have to drive to Nashville in lieu of going to work tomorrow and Friday.  Workshop.  I like workshops.  Easing back into student mode makes me happy.

Something feels heavy.

Well, I just experienced my first full-blown, airbag-deploying car wreck, and I must say, I could have lived without that one. The hubby and I are both okay, and the teenager that hit us was cited at fault (read: turned left in front of us as we were going straight through a light), so his insurance will pay, but the Honda may be totalled. The hubby loves his Civic, so sad times abound in our household. I told him that if the adjuster did decide to total it, we would buy it back at salvage value (a few hundred dollars) and use the difference to fix the car ourselves. The main issue seems to be that both airbags deployed, and it’s around $1000 to re-install those bastards. The car is a 97, so its retail value, in insurance terms, is not enough to justify fixing it.

I told the hubby that we could always sue, as that’s the answer to everything in this country. My dad got into a wreck, and the 60+ year old woman he hit sued him, claiming she could no longer have sex with her husband. My grossmommy was like, “lady, you probably haven’t had sex in the last 20 years.” Nonetheless, the insurance company settled out of court and she got her mulah, cause no one likes a lawsuit.

I don’t like this soreness that is creeping in around my neck…

Good things happening include getting the kitchen cabinets painted (Boston Brick by Behr) and scheduling an electrician, the window guy, and a roll-off dumpster service so we can get crap done. The house is certainly a lot of work, but it will be AWESOME, and you must come visit when it’s, you know, liveable and stuff.

Oh yes, and my list of New Year’s Resolutions, so that I can have an official record to scowl at next December, is as follows:

1. Have a more positive outlook at work.
2. Host some type of event at our new place this summer.
3. React less.
4. Keep in touch better.
5. Be more consistent in my QTs and Bible study.
6. Read at least 3 books that are currently sitting on my shelf.

That last one sounds like it should be a given, considering I’m an English major and teach literature and yadda blah, but really, time just slips away. My guess is that I don’t even start on the 1st book until June (but hopefully I’m wrong).

Damn, I hate to lose.

Twas a great comeback season, though.  Go Titans.  Superbowl in 07-08, baby!

Tis official — the house is ours!

Now we get to tear things up and put them back together.

I read the coolest verse last night in my QT.  We have a decent chunk of money to fix this house up, but having money makes it tempting to buy the nicer version of things or ammenities we don’t necessarily need.  The hubby and I are both fighting that in our own right.  Then I read:

2Ki 12:13-14
“The money brought into the temple was not spent for making silver basins, wick trimmers, sprinkling bowls, trumpets or any other articles of gold or silver for the temple of the LORD; it was paid to the workmen, who used it to repair the temple.”

How applicable is that?  I was in awe.  Sometimes Christians wonder why God doesn’t seem to speak to them (I know I have in the past), but I tell you, spend time with him in the word and you’re bound to hear him.

The new (old) house:

Only two more days left. Both are finals. I simply cannot wait until we make the switch.

I’ve decided to make a lot of changes next year. For one, I’m going to shift my focus to grammar and writing. I personally love literature and would be much happier doing nothing but reading all the time, but the Tennessee End of Course exam thinks otherwise. The entire test is grammar-based, with the exception of a a few reading comprehension questions. So, I’m hitting the orange grammar books up hardcore, and it will be my focus, at least at first. Oedipus the King might be a casualty of this, but we’ll see.

Bucket is still doing okay. The tumor on her neck is the size of a softball, and it makes me sad to know that I can’t do anything about it. Grossmommy actually said her appetite was a bit better the other day, so that’s good. She’s still acting like herself, doing her Bucket thing, so we’re trudging along.

We should be closing on the house around Christmastime. The official date is January 5, but both our banker and our realtor said getting the job done by the 26th shouldn’t be a problem. I am looking forward to taking that old house and making it home over the next five months. The nice part about free housing is that it gives you time to piddle and experiment.

This year I have learned to appreciate sleep. As in going to bed at 7:00 and not getting up till 6:00 sleep. Ahhhhh.

I have also learned to appreciate HGTV.

I want to be gay and snuggle. So I will. Ciao.

We bought a house.  Well, we have a contract.  We should be closing early next month, and then we’ll be homeowners.  It’s exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.  As much as I look forward to everything that is to come, I sometimes find myself wishing I could not be an adult for a little while.  I was less edgy as a kid.  I miss that.

Then we find out that Bucket (pictured above in the header) has cancer, and they can’t fix it.  I think the term was “progressive and far advanced.”  My attachment to animals is so much stronger than my attachment to people.  I think it’s a matter of self-preservation: animals tend to not let you down.  People can’t help themselves.  So I’m walking around with a lump of lead where my heart should be, because I know what comes next, and I’m just not ready for that.  Miracles happen, yes.  It seems like holding out hope might be even more devastating.  That’s a risk I have to take.

I wish this semester would end.