« Nostalgia | Main | Hay, whazzup? »

echo echo echo

Hellooooooo...anyone out there?

It's like a ghost town here. 8:00pm on a Wednesday night, and the school echoes. Tonight we have parent-teacher conferences. In 14 years of teaching I have never had a conference scheduled, yet I must stay here the required hours. I got a lot of copying done in the office, and I fully intend to clean my office...maybe! I guess parents aren't too worried about their kids' band grades. I need to flunk a few students, I guess!

Kevin is at home recovering from carbon monoxide poisoning from putting out a humongous house fire last night. I often forget how crazy and dangerous his job really is. It's easy to take things for granted...then these little reminders pop up.

You know, sometimes I am the most irresponsible person when it come sto myself. When it comes to everyone else (family, horses, students) I am organized and take care of what needs to be done. But with myself....strange. For instance, I know I am extremely lactose intolerant. Yet for dinner tonight I go to KFC and get a large order of macaroni and cheese. CHEESE! Ugh, now my stomach is upset and cramping and I feel miserable. Serves me right, duh!

Hay is coming tomorrow night. Yippee. That's yippee without the exclamation point. My back hurts already just thinking about it. I sure hope it is GOOD hay. It will be nice to have enough hay to get through the winter and not have to worry about it. Next on the worry list is finding someplace to deliver shavings for bedding. I am sure I will also need grain in a month or so. Oh well...not worrying right now!

I am babbling. Maybe because I am so bored and have sat here alone for so many hours. Sure wish I could take a nap.

TrackBack

TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://janhare.com/blog-mt/mt-tb.fcgi/178


Hosted by Yahoo! Web Hosting

Post a comment

(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)