thank god it's friday...

For some reason this week seemed to last forever.  Seriously.

I don't know what it is, but it just seemed to drag on.  

We put our house on the market on Wednesday.  To be honest, I don't even know how all this has happened...two weeks ago I wasn't even thinking of moving anytime soon.  

We dumped our uncomfortably quiet real estate agent and went with a different guy.  I like him SO much more.  He is nice, friendly, and kind of funny.  Hmm..these probably shouldn't be reasons to like your broker, but I am sure he is competent too.  Ryan is making sure probably (hopefully).

Thank god I haven't scared the poor guy away (yet).  I was late for our meeting on Wednesday because Christy and I were at Town Lake working out and I got stuck in traffic and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (I'm selfish)....and anyway while they (Ryan and Chip) were waiting for me they were looking around the house to look for improvements, etc and Ryan said that my underwear and bras were strewn around the house.  Ryan said he kept hiding them.  Too funny. (BTW-I don't throw my bras around the house or anything, its just that I don't put them in the dryer, so I hang them on doorknobs or put them in the guest bedroom to air dry)

And those of you that know me know that I have an uncanny ability to laugh or talk nervously, especially at inappropriate times (I need to post something about my crazy relationship with my primary care doctor -- who I am surprised has not had me committed yet).

Yesterday, we were driving to check on a comparable house to ours for pricing and I remembered that I left my pants at school.  So, I said frantically "Ryan I need to go school before the alarm sets, I forgot my pants!"  The realtor was like "Did she say she forgot her pants?"  Ryan said "You came home and left home with pants, what are you talking about?"  Anyway, it was funny, and I did go get my pants.  My Mom called while I was retrieving said pants and said, "Crystal, how did you lose your pants this time?"  Which I thought was interesting because I don't always lose my pants, and my pants weren't lost, I knew where they were, I just didn't have them.  

People just don't get me.

One more thing. (My longest post yet)... THE INTERNET IS EVIL!

So I found out that realtors have access to websites where you can get the values of people's homes in your area and I started stalking people, like everyone I know (except you, because I would never invade your privacy like that).  I feel like it should be illegal, but I am told by the professional that it is public information.  Let's just say all of my doctors (gyno, pcp, general surgeon) live very nicely in the hills and paid a pretty penny for their homes (which I like to think I contributed to with my copays).  

And now I feel uncomfortable knowing all this information.

Oh, and I MySpaced our realtor to make sure he was a decent person, and I saw on his-space that he is a runner and went to my University, etc.  I want to ask him about some of this, but can I tell him I myspaced him?  Does it seem creepy?  

I told Ryan, and he asked me not to scare the poor guy.  He is going to figure out what a weirdo I am anyway.  Yesterday I 'lost' my pants and I ran into a tree and hit my head pretty hard and locked myself in his car.  Twice.  

Oh God, I am out of control.

One last thing.  I told my Mom about my blog and she said that she will read it sometime.  So I told her that I will try not to defame her.  Her response "Well, thank you."

  I love her.

Random...

I was driving down Cesar Chavez to go to Town Lake to go **walking/running** and I saw a man waving at me. I thought, "Hmm, maybe I know him." I looked around and there were no other cars or people he could have been waving at. Still perplexed while waiting at the light, I went ahead and waved back. Then he blew me a kiss and I knew we didn't know each other.

Which got me to thinking.

Really? I mean has that ever really worked for anyone trying to attract the opposite sex? And second, Why is it that some ladies get the doctors or lawyers while I (with the exception of my husband) am a magnet for crazies?

I'm just saying.. some girls get the good ones, and I get schizophrenics at the bus stop, rose sellers on the highways, and the men with leaf blower backpacks.


**Yeah, Yeah, I know...some of you are thinking. What? You were running voluntarily without being chased by a knife wielding maniac? Why yes I was. In an effort to live a long and healthy life I have been exercising regularly thankyouverymuch. And it sucks, but I do it anyway. Christy and I laugh every time we are lapped by a 65 year old, and believe me, in Austin, there are a lot of them.

Freakin' health nuts.

And don't even get me started about the guy yesterday running with two barbells that must have had like 35 lbs on each on them. I mean the ones that you actually put the weight on. He was running with them...two of them. And he was laughing hysterically like he was listening to a comedy album on his Ipod. It was weird. Then I heard Christy say "Damn!" really loud. Of course it made me laugh uncontrollably which is never good when you are already out of breath. He could have killed me.

Warning to parents....

 I really cannot say this enough to friends and family with children.  You always need to be careful the things you say around your child.  Trust me on this, because your child will most definitely tell their teacher.    

Three instances:

**Today a child in my class told me that her Dad wrecked their car.  When I asked if it was a car accident she said "You can't really call it a car accident."  I asked her "Why?" and she said "It can't be an accident since he was drunk."  

**A few weeks ago a child told me that she wanted to spend the night at my house, and I said she was being silly and needed to go home to her awesome parents.  She responded by telling me that her Mom was great, but her Dad was a 'deadbeat' (her words).  When I asked what she meant about her Dad being a deadbeat she told me that her Mom is always working so hard while her Dad sits around and her Mom says that she is just so sick and tired.  She finished by telling me that her Grandma said that her Dad was a loser but since her Mom loved him, she had to be nice.  

**On the last days of school last year I asked a child how her parents were doing and she told me that her Dad had diarrhea real bad.  Later on that afternoon when he came to pick her up, I almost asked him if he was feeling better, but then thought twice about saying anything.

Children have no filter, and this is one reason I love being a teacher.  They are just so innocent. (Most of them anyway) 

 I could seriously write like 800+ posts like this.

Did I ever tell you about the time...

that I was allowing some students to eat lunch with me ( 5 girls, I believe) and I got up from my desk to tend to the phone or something and when I came back this is what I overheard.

child 1:  Ya'll I just need to let you know that if  you play with yourself too much you will get an infection.

child 2:  oh, I know 

child 3, 4, & 5: huh?

me, teacher: girls, let's make sure we are talking about things appropriate for school.

I couldn't even make this stuff up.

ugh...Mondays are the worst.

Today I attempted to actually wake up early to get to school to fulfill some duties that I have not been able to keep up with lately.  So much for that idea.  Instead I was stuck in traffic and had to call the office for someone to watch my class.  I was at a stand still for at least 20 minutes. So embarrassing to be late.  There were a few other teachers late too, but still.

Annoying.  But I am here now, and at least I wasn't in the accident.

I kind of am worried and stressed and excited and I don't know.  I have been thinking about moving and looking for a new house for a while now.  I mentioned it to Ryan a few times, but last week I started looking online, and now I am in big trouble.  We found a house we LOVE!  You think I would be over the top excited, but with that comes all this worry on how things will work out, can I afford it, do I want to commute or should I change school districts...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.  It is enough to give me an anxiety attack.  I don't even know the first thing about selling the house we are in and our real estate agent isn't exactly an extrovert.  She has a quiet approach I suppose.

Anyway...she is coming over tomorrow to assess our house, crunch some numbers, and we might be putting our house on the market.

The whole thing makes me want to ....

Funny Things Overheard In School this week...

So in 2nd grade it is a very big deal to have classroom jobs and I noticed one student was not fulfilling his position as 'door holder'. When confronted on his lackluster of a job performance he informed me that he was "on break".

Also one of my students came up to me and said Mrs. B***, I am going to have a daughter and name her Clementine and she is going to be Chinese.

Ah, to be 7 again.

So today I thought I would start a blog. It really isn't that big of a surprise since I love to talk about myself and the crazy shenanigans that are my life.

I don't know if my life is interesting enough to actually blog about, but I have been looking forward to keeping a diary for a while now.

Oh goodness, when I told Ryan to help me come up with a name he was giving me crazy ideas. We were laughing like immature 8th graders. Let's just say none of them were appropriate and most were downright offensive.

Perfect for me.