Just Throw a Brick

I know I said I'd blog every day, but the fact is there wasn't much to blog about.  I go to work. I go home from work. We make dinner. We eat it. C studies. We watch Suits. The end. (PS, Donna's back, so all there is to say is YEEEEESSSSSSSS. Also every gif in here is Suits. You're welcome.) But anyway, a blog post every day that just says the same things over and over sounds awful. Post of Annoyance: Everyone in this school is gone. Everyone except the annoying person behind me who pretty much watches my every move and waits for me to screw up so she can report me to the division office. I guess a long time ago she had a program assistant, but she used her for more personal things and so she lost the privilege (?) to have one, so now she ruins everyone else's lives by toeing their assistants and complaining if it looks like we're not working. News flash - it's Spring Break. I haven't seen the leader of my programs in like - a week. There is really ...

Well, it's Spring Break for us out here, friends. And let me tell you, it could not have come at a better time. I'm really simultaneously looking forward to working on an empty campus and then wondering why the heck I have to be here on this empty campus. Absolutely nothing gets done this week. I talked to my trainer and she said at our college Spring Break used to be Staff Week for the staff that get left behind, and you could go to classes and they'd host meals and it was fun and you got to know all the other staff people. But now, they only do Staff Day and we have to sit here the other four days of this ridiculous break. I do not understand why we are open at all but I guess that's public school life. If you get a blog post every day this week consider yourselves #blessed. I've been in a bit of an off mood lately. ("What?!" you ask yourself, "K's in an off mood?! That NEVER HAPPENS!" Hahahahaha laugh your heads off . This one's for ...

So I got the most random email the other day at work. Necessary background information: I work at a community college that's basically in the middle of the woods. There's a lake, a little creek, a river, and tons and TONS of trees. It's actually really pretty. But with the forest comes lots of forest creatures... So two days ago I got a random email entitled "Nature Alerts", which kind of sounds like I'm back watching Kratt's Kreatures (which is totally fine with me...) But as I'm skimming the email, this section jumps out: "The chimney crayfish are out and about in Parking Lot C, so do your best to not run them over. They are 4-5 inches long and open their tiny pinchers when you approach as a defense mechanism. If you would like to pick one up to move into the woods for safety, use two fingers to lightly pick them up from the tail end."  Um WHAT? Are you telling me as part of my duties here I also have to add "crayfish rescuer...

Today is a good day, friends. Know why? It's Mom's birthday!!! Mom & Dino P Instead of sharing a sappy story about all the things I love about her, or writing an acrostic poem with all the letters of her name (first, middle AND last, of course) I decided to share a story that really sums up how awesome my mom is.  My mom teaches at a smaller elementary school that is very close and friendly-neighborhood-feeling, where everyone kind of knows everyone else. They have a lot of fun traditions and activities that they do every year. One of those is a big kickball tournament between the older grades, and whatever team wins that tournament gets to play the teachers. My mom likes sports and being active. She lettered in soccer in high school, so she knows how to kick a dinky little kickball. But of course, what student looks at their mom-aged fifth grade teacher and goes "Oh yeah. I bet she'd be good at kickball!" Nobody thinks that. I never thought that ab...

Happy Saturday, people! Usually I feel like the weeks just crawl along. And this one has, for sure. But I think it's crawled a little faster than usual. Yay! Everyone be proud of us. We also tried to be social last week, we really did. A couple invited us over to make potstickers with them, and it was on Friday night, which is hard for us (C's got L&F meetings until later) but we were like you know what, we'll make it work. So C got off his train on a different stop that was closer to the house the party was in, and so I had to find it. My GPS said I'd gotten there, only I was staring at a car wash and a row of crappy apartment buildings, with a train station nowhere in sight. So I got to do my favorite thing, which is driving around trying to find something. I hate driving in Chicago. It's crap. But I eventually found C at a random Walgreens, and then we made our way to the potsticker party... We were an hour late, but I had warned them ahead of time. So I...