Rough Couple of Days

It's been a rough couple of days in work and family. Struggling with having a positive attitude and staying focused.

K is for Klutz

I remember having to come up with acrostics all during school. Sometimes we got to do our mascot, but we usually had to do our name. I had a terrible time with this project. K....Y....L...A.
It doesn't get much harder than that.

I have finally found a word for the letter K....Klutz.

I've known for awhile that I am accident prone. In college flag football I received a concussion, pinched nerve, broke hand, and torn ACL. Yes, in that order. Needless to say, I'm glad that I graduated in four years. I hate to think what year five would have brought on.

This weekend, I sealed the deal as being a klutz. My husband and I had a long restful weekend of football. On Sunday night, we went over to a friend's house to cook and watch the Manning brothers. (I sure do have a married woman's crush on Peyton) My husband was making hot wing sauce and asked me to melt some butter in a bowl in the microwave. Since we weren't in our home, I couldn't find the bowls (later found clean in dishwasher). I chose to use a mug. Well, our friend's microwave works better than ours because the butter was boiling when the timer went off. I pick up the mug no problem. Apparently, my finger holding the handle decided to have a spasm and touch the side of the mug. This burned, so I flinched. This cause butter the temperature of lava to splash all over my other hand. It landed on the side and then proceeded to run down my hand. As I'm screaming in pain, I'm spilling more butter on the original hand that caused all of the trouble. I finally make it to the counter and wipe the butter off. I have stripes on the palm and back of hand from the burning fire of butter. Later in the night, another friend comes over and asks if I just had a child because it looked like I was leaking. In all the commotion of spilling butter, I spilled quite a bit on my big boobed self on a grey t-shirt. The butter made spots look wet. I couldn't see over my boob to see the big dark grey spot on the underside of my boob. It was quite embarrassing and funny at the same time. I am sorry there are no pictures to enjoy this, but my camera was at school.

p.s. the good thing is that survivor starts thursday, and I have no meetings this weekend.

Ramblings

Steve Irwin died from being pierced by a stingray barb. I find it weird, almost funny that the crazy guy who does stupid things with animals dies because of an animal. I thought for sure a crocodile would take his life someday.

The Razorbacks got beat Saturday, but at least it was better than last year.

I am loving helping the cheerleaders. I have routines and chants running through my head all the time. It is taking me back to high school. I feel young again.

Today, I didn't have school, so I went up to school to organize the cheer storage closet. It was a mess. There were 15-20 boxes that would not fit in the closet plus the mascot costume. I got them all in there today except one. That's okay though because it was the lost pom poms and I'll give them out to the girls on Tuesday. I felt very good about it. I love being able to organize messy things.

I feel caught up. I have all of my classes grades entered. I have turned in my homework that is due tomorrow. There are a few things that I still need to do, but I'm not overwhelmed.

The first couple of weeks of school have gone well. We've had the back to school dance, and classes have finally settled down. My biggest class has 25 students. My computers are working, but I'm waiting for student printer.

Ty is getting settled into his new job. I'm so thankful for this blessing. It will eventually take care of us completely. I can't wait.

We decided to hold off on moving to Cabot. We are going to pay a few things off and save for a down payment before buying a house.

I love my Crisis Class and the other class is growing on me. I know it will not be my favorite, but at least it is bearable.