Tuesday, April 20, 2010

At Last!

It's about time I let you in on the little project we've been working on!  Last month Bobby and I took a super secret trip to the dumpster to steal rescue an innocent crib from the evil wrath of the monstrous trash compacter.  I don't know much (read: anything) about trash disposal but at least a perfectly fine looking little crib won't be taking up space in a landfill somewhere.

This project took a little longer than we expected.  I also didn't realize how much I dislike sanding.  But the final product makes everything worthwhile.  And we only spent $4!  Without further ado...

Our new, $4 headboard:

I probably should have taken a picture without the pillows so that you could see the vertical slats.  But it's mid-April and you'd probably have to wait until June if I was really that picky.  Besides, now you'll all want to come visit us in beautiful San Bernardino County so you can see this sucker in person!  A girl can dream, right? :)

Now back to the headboard.  I think that our room looks 200% better than it did before.  The wall behind out bed was so bare and the window made the bed look off-centered and awkward.

So there you have it!  My first reveal post!  What fun :)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Out of My Element

How long is the drive?
Will there be traffic?  Construction?
Where do I park?
Where's the office?
How do I sign in?
Attendance sheet?
Workroom, teacher's lounge, bathrooms?
Where's my classroom?
Lesson plans?
Where do I pick up the students?

All crucial questions I must answer before the school day even begins.  I guess that's just the life of a substitute teacher.  Constant uncertainty and uneasiness...

But I hate uncertainty.  I like predictability, planning ahead, and just knowing what I'm facing when I wake up each morning.  There's several ways to get to my pitching lessons but I always drive the same route, not because it's the best or because there's less traffic, but because that's just what I do.  I always order the same drink at Starbucks and you'll find that I rarely veer from the Crispy Chicken Tender Salad or Whiskey River BBQ Chicken Burger at Red Robin.  I know what I like and what works for me so I stick to it.

But as I enter a new school I'm completely out of my comfort zone.  Maybe this is good for me, maybe this will help me loosen up, break out of my shell, and just take things as they come.  But I've been subbing for 8 months and it's barely gotten easier.

Things are just dandy after I've subbed at a school a few times.  Give me a day in a classroom and then I'm okay.  By then I understand the teacher's style, the students, and the class routines.  But until then I just want to curl up in a ball until my surroundings become more familiar.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Obsession Confession

Despite all the cleaning we've been doing lately, I just can't get my desk to stay neat.  Which brings me to the topic of this post... Post-its.  I love them.  I just can't resist those colorful, 3 by 3 inch squares of amazement.  They're part sticky, part not, and completely ingenious.

Not only have post-its invaded my desk, but also the dashboard on my MacBook.  I have a special compartment in my car to store a pad of post-its and yes, I have a pad that I carry around in my purse.  I have the original pale yellow post-its, pastel shades, neon colors, post-its that morphed with index cards, polka-dots, ones shaped like an "M", and (for special occasions) star-shaped stickies.

The thing is, I'm really weird about my post-it usage.  You'd think with the amount and variety of pads that I own I'd be pretty liberal in deciding when and how I utilized these squares.  But no.  In fact, I'm actually quite selective.  To-do lists, reminders, and notes about pitching lessons are acceptable uses for a full 3x3 square.  Bookmarks and one or two word reminders however, are no-goes.  I will never (unless I'm feeling especially daring), ever stick a blank post-it to something.  In fact I often use the backs of post-its, cross out old memos, and cut or rip post-its before retiring them to the trashcan.  These very stringent rules allow me to hang on to my favorite post-its for years before running out.  To prove this point I must brag admit that I have a black pad of post-its that came with a set of milky pens.  I'm pretty sure milky pens were all the rage in middle school so this pad is practically an antique!

Does anyone else share my post-it obsession?  Even at some small, basic, less obsessive level?  Or maybe you have your own obsession confession?

Spring Cleaning

Just call me Danny Tanner.  I love Spring Cleaning.  So much so that I've even deemed the term a proper noun.  In my opinion, the concept is fully deserving of capital letters.

Our Sunday was spent cleaning, doing laundry, and celebrating my favorite pastime, organizing.  Our apartment has never, ever been as uncluttered as it is right now.  Until yesterday our kitchen was a thorn in my side.  It was too small, too cluttered, and barely functional.  But now the counters are sparkling clean and free of bags of bread, junk mail, and just about everything else that had found a home on them.  This morning I couldn't help but admire our handiwork as I waited for my bagel to pop up from the toaster.

Not only did we put things away, but we're getting rid of things too!  We frequented ebay and craigslist for hours yesterday posting ads for all kinds of random things that were hidden in our office closet.  We're hoping it (literally) pays to have a clean apartment!

Sunday, March 14, 2010


As Zenon (girl of the 21st century) would put it, finals suck major.  Any Disney Channel Original Movie fans out there?

Even now, I'm out of school and still find reasons to hate finals.  For one, I'm husband-less, as Bobby spends nearly every waking moment possible cramming for formidable dental school final exams.  But more importantly, finals make my husband crazy.  Even Scooter senses the madness.  Yesterday Scooter was riled up because Bobby was pretending to be a dog (while explaining that "Scooter likes it when I do this").  Today "Scooter" left me a voice mail but his voice sounded strangely like his father's.

Luckily, Loma Linda is on the quarter system so this is my second go around with finals.  I feel that I'm coping much better with the shenanigans this time.  Earlier Bobby mentioned that he'd been chatting away for at least 5 minutes before I even acknowledged his presence.  I'm getting really good at drowning out his voice (and sound effects when necessary).  Have I mentioned that I love my husband?  Now would be as good a time as any to mention this, I believe :)

True, finals can be absolutely dreadful but I'm in a glass-is-full kind of mood.  I've brainstormed a list of reasons why finals aren't always so terrible.  And even though I don't actually have finals this year, I've decided to play victim to this whole finals fiasco thing and enjoy the perks right alongside my husband.

While studying for finals you can...
  • eat whatever you want, no matter the hour, what you ate 5 minutes ago, or what is or isn't in your fridge (e.g. food runs, ice cream runs, OVT breakfast burritos... yummmm)
  • wear your PJ's all day
  • enjoy the delirium and laugh at anything and everything that is even remotely funny
  • take study breaks
  • buy coffee and not feel bad about the money spent or calories consumed
So those of you trudging through finals right now... keep on keeping on and don't forget to enjoy the (very few) perks that come with the close of the quarter.  It will all be over in a few days!  Good luck!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Big Plans!

Yep, it's a crib.

But not for long!  We have big plans for this baby (pun absolutely intended).  Plans that do not, to further clarify, include an actual living, breathing baby.

But before I get to the plans, I should probably explain how a crib ended up in our, well, crib.

It all started Saturday morning.  Bobby came in from taking the trash out (I know, he's good) ran into our bedroom with a tape measure, and insisted that I accompany him back to the dumpster.  Armed with sunglasses (hey, dumpster diving is illegal, you can't be too careful) and Scooter (to distract potential witnesses) we headed back to the trash.  And what a treasure we found!  We rushed the crib pieces back to our apartment Mission Impossible style (well not really, but we should have) to get a better look at our treasure.

I'd decided to keep our project plans under wraps for the time being.  We brought the crib into the house knowing that worst case, we can always send it back into the trash if it doesn't work out.  I've been known to get way over ambitious, lose interest, or just flat out fail to make anything worth keeping so I'm protecting myself from possible embarrassment.  It is doesn't work out now, I can just delete this post and pretend our whole Saturday morning treasure hunt never occurred.  Perfect :)

Hello World

As you can see, I've started a blog. Not because I think I lead this exciting life that simply must be chronicled for the good of mankind. Not because I feel the need to share my innermost feelings to the world. And certainly not because I thought I'd be any good at it. This little blog started because I was bored. When I'm bored I often browse the web, surfing through various crafty, do-it-yourself blogs. The other night I stumbled upon a tutorial for making a header (the long and short rectangle at the top of this page) and decided to give it a try! One thing led to another and pretty soon I had this cute little web page and nothing to write about.

So here I am today. Bored at 10:32am because I can't find a substituting job. I've already finished the laundry, chased Scooter around with the vacuum (as Scooter sees it), made an excel spread sheet to highlight the classrooms/schools that I will never EVER step foot in again, and cleaned the kitchen. I'm quite the housewife!

With that said, I'm off to find something productive to entertain me until my pitching lessons tonight. Thanks for humoring me and reading my post!