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IT WILL BE OK

I know there are actual answers (maybe even scientific) to most of the questions I have in my head, but even though there are, I somehow still think this is useless, random information.

This is mainly because I know I can live on without knowing why…

…our dog licks everything. (I’m talking EVERYTHING. It’s like EVERYTHING is covered in bacon grease or something.)

…eating chili for dinner sometimes makes our whole household smell like the sewer.  (I know, TMI)

…the dishwasher being empty NEVER means that the dirty dishes go in there, because apparently Mom will always put them in there for us.  (MAJOR EYE ROLLING HERE)

…men, of any age, cannot find things right where they (or you or whoever) put them. They can be looking STRAIGHT at it and not see it.

…the messy bun won’t go out of style.

…the JANDAL is a loved shoe now. Why!?!

…cat crap is the worse smell in the world. (close second is chickens in general)

…our internet runs at snail speed beginning about 8PM every night.  (UHG!)

…some people have to be or act like they are smarter than others. (I realize it and appreciate your intellect, but I don’t have to be called aware of it daily, or even more often.  I’m not jealous and I am not going to be jealous so, stop trying to make me jealous. Duh.)

…some people are just not nice.  So many questions stem from this, but do I really NEED to know?  No.  They just are that way and nothing they do should change the way I treat them or anyone else.

If I never ever EVER have answers to any of these questions and the vast number of other questions I have about life in general like why do we have blood sucking bugs like mosquitoes and why do squirrels like acorns which I’ve tasted for some reason and know they are disgustingly inedible– IT WILL BE OK.

I’ve answered the main question I know I needed to myself.  IT WILL BE OK.

 

 

 

 

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Random thoughts. 

Do not send pictures of your toes to people you love.  It just ain’t right.  

Don’t send pictures of your feet to anyone.  It’s awkward especially if they don’t really know you.  So awkward. 

If your feet make noise when walking on any surface or catch on carpet, find the exfoliant and lotion fast!

Good manners and fresh breath never go out of style. 

People should check their skirt before coming out of the bathroom. 

Do not run over your mom’s heel with a shopping cart. 

6th graders are not too young for deodorant.  

Pit hair is just gross to look at. Do not include it in pictures.  It should go right along with toe pictures.  No, just no.  

Bathroom etiquette should be required training  for  everyone just like confidentiality training is every year for teachers. 

Fish or food items that look like vomit should not be brought to lunch wherever you work.  

If you can smell yourself, others can too. Perhaps it’s time to bathe?

Crock pots are a mom’s best friend. 

A million selfies a day does NOT help one’s self esteem.  It just shows others you have an issue with self image.  You are beautiful.  Except it please. 

The duck face is OUT. Snap filters are IN!

Keep on Keepin on!  
#randomthoughts

Aggravation?!?

WARNING: THIS IS A RANDOM BABBLE!

Where does aggravation come from?  I mean, I know what causes it, but why does our brain hold on to it at times.

Today, after school, I wanted to scream!   Why?!?  I’m not totally sure.

The bell had rung and I was somewhat free.  I did have an errand, but no big.  I do have a meeting tonight, but one I’m excited about actually.  So why was I so aggravated?

HORMONAL?!?  The weather?  Was the oxygen to my brain constricted?

Who knows!

I’m still yelling, I guess, because I keep using exclamation marks.  I’m really ok now.

What was wrong with me?

Have you ever felt like this?

Have you ever just wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there for a while.  I felt like I wanted to escape.  I was in my vehicle with no one else at one time and just wanted to drive and drive with no destination.  I was not depressed.  I was not hurting.  I was just BLAH.

What happened?  Maybe a kid got under my skin?  (mmmhmmm) Maybe my shoes weren’t fitting just right?  (that can happen)  Maybe I just have a lot to do?  (I do have a list on my desk.)

Who knows!

I’m just so thankful feelings like that PASS.  I prayed, I sung songs of praise and I prayed some more.

What do YOU do to help get rid of that kind of feeling?

 

RUDE

I’ve seen and heard so much rudeness in the last few days.  It makes me sad.  It makes me feel sorry for our existence as a RUDE human race.  Wow, I know, that sounds harsh!  Think about it…

What does being rude really do for anything or anyone?  It just makes the situation worse.  It just makes tempers flare and feelings to get hurt.  We should really check ourselves before we start letting words fly out of our mouths or projectiles out of our windows.  Haha… you’ll get it in a minute.  Read on please.

Today, I saw a parent get sideways with one of our staff, because… well, I won’t get into some long story about the situation.  Let’s just say the parent was blaming the school for not sending home something that the child was responsible for getting. Let me say that one more time: “THE CHILD WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING…” and taking home.  At the high school, we don’t pull out their folders and fill it up with info and forms that the child needs.  THE CHILD IS RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING THOSE THINGS AND TAKING THEM TO THE PROPER ADULT to be dealt with/signed/returned.  It’s HIGH SCHOOL.  Your 14, 15, 16, 17, even 18 year old child has to take responsibility for classwork, homework, work outs, clubs, organizations and still must come to school with the proper attire on!

Ok, I’ve gone on about that one enough.  That parent was so rude.  I felt embarrassed for her and bad for the staff member she was pointing it all toward even though that person just happened to be there when the rudeness started flying.

Did I say I’ve gone on enough?  Haha!

Rudeness just makes me shake my head.  I want to stop the conversation and say, “DO YOU REALIZE WE ARE ALL ADULTS HERE AND YOU ARE TALKING TO OTHERS LIKE WE ARE CHILDREN WHO HAVE STOLEN A COOKIE OR SOMETHING?!?”  Oh my, I’m all-capping it a lot tonight!

In the end, the parent realized their child was at fault.  Go figure.

I’ve had students say the rudest things about other students.  IT’S AN EPIDEMIC!  Stop talking about other people!!!  Do you realize that only makes you look shallow-minded, mean and absolutely insecure?!?  RUDE.

I know, I’m yelling a lot here.  It’s a rant.  I admit it.  Rude people just make me want to do some ATTITUDE ADJUSTING.  (no details needed)

Here’s another one… On the way to town today to go grocery shopping (yes, the fact that I do not like grocery shopping has probably pushed along the need to rant this evening), a car that was passing me threw something out their window and it hit my car.  It might have been a cracker, I don’t know, WHO CARES!  It was a projectile something and they threw it out the window and I WAS RIGHT THERE.  Who does that anyway?  Apparently someone sitting in the passenger side of a black SUV, that is who.  Rude.

This week, I was speaking to a group and I was interrupted by an adult.  It was quite an awkward situation.  You would think they would know better.  Clearly they do not or at least did not at that moment.  I didn’t cry or anything.  I just thought… RUDE.

I have had about 10 students get up to walk somewhere in my room WHILE I WAS TALKING TO THEM in front of the classroom.  Perhaps they were in classes before that allowed that and I should give them a little time to get use to my class?  NO.  For real, no matter what the situation, if you are talking to a class or to a group of friends and any of them just get up and walk away or mingle about while obviously NOT paying attention to the importance of the information you are sharing… THAT IS RUDE.

RUDE!

OK.

*SIGH*

I’m done.

The Screen Door 

  Sitting on the back porch this morning drinking my big girl morning juice (coffee), I look at this screen door and think of way back when…

I can still remember the screen door we had on our front door at the house where I grew up.  Although not really finctioning, it still hangs there on that house. 

We also had one on the back door, but somehow that one sounded much different.  They both had their distinct sounds as they screeched open and slammed shut. 

As they say, “It was simpler times.”  I never worried about things or concern myself with the electric bill or where my next meal was coming from. I had no idea we had to pay for the water that came out of our faucet.  I slept late most days and played outside almost always. 

Those screen doors were the gateways to whatever freedom was awaiting me that particular day. 

The front opened into a yard full of pine trees and sand pits. We had little grass patches here and there, but mainly, the front yard was full of white wonderful sand.  Sadly it rented out itself to fleas in the summertime.  With a few mothballs thrown here and there, they would soon be gone. My brother and I didn’t mind the moth ball smell… We just loved that sand pit. Mud pies were my specialty and I admit my younger brother did taste a few. 

The back door opened to a darker more sinister memory for me due to the fact that at one time we raised chickens. Oh, they were pretty cute for about 30 or so days after picking them up from the post office one afternoon. Can you even still do that?  Anyway, they grew up to be horrid animals that took pleasure in attacking me on several occasions. We must of ordered some form of child eating breed.  The one thing that redeemed the backyard was the fig tree which stood at the back fence. Even though I didn’t like the way they looked, they were just odd to me, I loved the smell of that tree and my mom loved to eat those things when they ripened.  

So as I sit here and think back…

I will finish my cup and start the day with the sound of a screen door. 

I wonder what fun awaits me through THIS gateway!

LAUGHTER!

I need laughter.
It’s almost like my need for air.
I know, in reality, it’s not, but …
Laughter helps me keep looking toward THE GOOD and we all know that is hard to do sometimes.
I have a great life, a great spot, my family is super and my job is my dream. I am so thankful for everything I have. I’m not sad, I just long for laughter.
I need a good ole LAUGH FEST!
I want to talk to an old friend and laugh about goofy stuff we did.
I want to hang out with someone who is FUNNY in a nice clean way.
I hear some of my students laughing at each other and miss my best friends.
I want to laugh.
Laughter keeps ya young and maybe that is it…
I’m feeling old here lately.
I need that fountain of youth called
LAUGHTER!

MY HERO!

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I was so glad to see the sun today.

I just stood in my yard, closed my eyes (because you are not supposed to look directly into the sun—didn’t your momma tell you that!?!), turned my face to the sun and basked in its warmth and light.

I know I wrote about attitude and emotion yesterday…
And how we should always choose to be happy, but I do admit that the lack of sun makes me a bit cranky.

I battle through it and don’t let any of the mean thoughts I may have pass out my lips…

The struggle sometimes is for REAL.

THEN the sun shines and I can’t even recall anything I need to be remotely cranky about.

It’s like a super hero flying in for the victory!
It’s a bird, it’s a plane,
it’s…

It’s…

It’s…
GOD’S GIFT OF SUNLIGHT!

My hero!

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