(no subject)
Mar. 10th, 2013 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liminal_spaceI am certain that when I retire, I will no longer care about DST; right now, I hates it. >.<
It's only what-ever-time-it-is and I've done laundry, got dishes going, made the best smoothies I've ever made, and plopped chicken in the crock for tonight's creamy chicken enchiladas (plus some) made with, I hate to admit it, cream of chicken soup. I do NOT like to cook with things that are canned, but man....these enchiladas turn me dreamy-eyed enough to ignore the fact I'm opening cans for dinner. I guess it's really in for a penny, in for a pound tonight, since I'm making a pineapple upside down cake....from a box. o.O Hey, where baking is concerned, I have to go simple, or it turns out horribly. =\
Hopefully, this batch of enchiladas will be enough for dinner for two nights plus one emergency lunch. In the past, they've been such a hit that they get gobbled up before we know it. Tuesday night, I'm using the remaining chicken to make chicken & dumplings and cornbread. I am unable to ever make a large batch of that for some reason, so that won't get us very far, but it should get me through Tuesday lunch. Maybe. If the kid doesn't get a 2nd bowl of the dumprings, she gets a little miffy. Pfft.
So I'm pretty much taken care of for the next three days food wise, which is a very, very good thing. Maybe we'll pizza it up on Wednesday, I don't know.
Anyway. Yeah.
Food. =D
.
About the Onslow....
He came home Wednesday afternoon and my heart about broke when I saw him. He was so, so skinny and had that pathetic, horrible, "I've been beaten with a stick" look that melts you. He also had contracted a cough that would wrack his body and make me feel helpless. Paul totally stepped up and has been taking care of him in the proper way without freaking out about it -- he's been sleeping in the living room with him so the cough doesn't wake me up (once I wake up, I have a hard time getting back to sleep), hand feeding him when he needs to, and keeping me from taking Onslow back to the vet.
Pup had a relatively OK appetite, but it was starting to sort of slack off...so I cooked chicken thighs in the magic pot for him, boned it, chopped it, and his appetite magically came back. :) THAT is what the magic pot does. ;)
His energy level is slowly coming up, but by late afternoon, he's truly exhausted and Paul has to carry him outside. The vet said to expect this for another week or so -- yeah, Parvo is a fucker.
.
Have you ever had those weeks where you just want to punch someone in the particulars? This last week was one of those for me.
a) I had organized a sandwich party for my department for our lunch period. I took orders, made the call, handled everything. There were teachers who were being total snide cunts about it (and I do not use that word lightly), basically because I wasn't ordering for THEIR grade level. *shakes head*
b) I am co-chair on a committee for PBIS. We have to have so much shit together by the 15th that it's not even funny. On Thursday, the district paid for substitutes so we could spend the day getting stuff together. My co-chair is the anti-me, and we don't work well together yet, so that added some weirdness. I spent two hours on a PPT to present this Wednesday at our staff mtg.
c) On Friday, my computer died. I taught school the old fashioned way (without technology!) and hoped that our guy could recover my PPT. He couldn't. :( I've spent two hours this weekend reconstructing it. Ugh.
d) The good news is that I will be reimbursed for it, sort of. There are funds for "extra duty" pay -- and I'm supposed to keep track of my hours so I can get money from this fund. It's $25 an hour, but I'd much rather have the time off, to be honest. Oh, well. It is what it is. Seriously, after taxes that $25 an hour becomes not very worth it to me.
e) I have had PMS all week. And cramps. Which have made a-d & f totally overwhelming. =P
f) my planner has gone missing. This is a bad, bad thing. Paul bought me a new one yesterday, so I should be able to survive the next three months.
.
Three months? Actually two and a half. Then it's summer vacay time! =D YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
.
I remind myself all the time that I am responsible for my actions, my situation, my place in the world. I do this not to beat myself up, but to give me power. Not having to rely on anyone else for validation that my existence has meaning is so liberating.
It was a long road to get here and I fought with my own brand of prepackaged demons all along the way -- and still do at times -- but I'm really proud of me and have a feeling that pride will only increase as time goes on.
I think.
I evaluate.
I examine.
I analyze.
I act.
Sometimes I don't do it in that particular order, but hey....the great part about being human is being able to fuck up and learn from it.
.
We are one day closer to Oregon or Washington. =D This brings me joy!
It's only what-ever-time-it-is and I've done laundry, got dishes going, made the best smoothies I've ever made, and plopped chicken in the crock for tonight's creamy chicken enchiladas (plus some) made with, I hate to admit it, cream of chicken soup. I do NOT like to cook with things that are canned, but man....these enchiladas turn me dreamy-eyed enough to ignore the fact I'm opening cans for dinner. I guess it's really in for a penny, in for a pound tonight, since I'm making a pineapple upside down cake....from a box. o.O Hey, where baking is concerned, I have to go simple, or it turns out horribly. =\
Hopefully, this batch of enchiladas will be enough for dinner for two nights plus one emergency lunch. In the past, they've been such a hit that they get gobbled up before we know it. Tuesday night, I'm using the remaining chicken to make chicken & dumplings and cornbread. I am unable to ever make a large batch of that for some reason, so that won't get us very far, but it should get me through Tuesday lunch. Maybe. If the kid doesn't get a 2nd bowl of the dumprings, she gets a little miffy. Pfft.
So I'm pretty much taken care of for the next three days food wise, which is a very, very good thing. Maybe we'll pizza it up on Wednesday, I don't know.
Anyway. Yeah.
Food. =D
.
About the Onslow....
He came home Wednesday afternoon and my heart about broke when I saw him. He was so, so skinny and had that pathetic, horrible, "I've been beaten with a stick" look that melts you. He also had contracted a cough that would wrack his body and make me feel helpless. Paul totally stepped up and has been taking care of him in the proper way without freaking out about it -- he's been sleeping in the living room with him so the cough doesn't wake me up (once I wake up, I have a hard time getting back to sleep), hand feeding him when he needs to, and keeping me from taking Onslow back to the vet.
Pup had a relatively OK appetite, but it was starting to sort of slack off...so I cooked chicken thighs in the magic pot for him, boned it, chopped it, and his appetite magically came back. :) THAT is what the magic pot does. ;)
His energy level is slowly coming up, but by late afternoon, he's truly exhausted and Paul has to carry him outside. The vet said to expect this for another week or so -- yeah, Parvo is a fucker.
.
Have you ever had those weeks where you just want to punch someone in the particulars? This last week was one of those for me.
a) I had organized a sandwich party for my department for our lunch period. I took orders, made the call, handled everything. There were teachers who were being total snide cunts about it (and I do not use that word lightly), basically because I wasn't ordering for THEIR grade level. *shakes head*
b) I am co-chair on a committee for PBIS. We have to have so much shit together by the 15th that it's not even funny. On Thursday, the district paid for substitutes so we could spend the day getting stuff together. My co-chair is the anti-me, and we don't work well together yet, so that added some weirdness. I spent two hours on a PPT to present this Wednesday at our staff mtg.
c) On Friday, my computer died. I taught school the old fashioned way (without technology!) and hoped that our guy could recover my PPT. He couldn't. :( I've spent two hours this weekend reconstructing it. Ugh.
d) The good news is that I will be reimbursed for it, sort of. There are funds for "extra duty" pay -- and I'm supposed to keep track of my hours so I can get money from this fund. It's $25 an hour, but I'd much rather have the time off, to be honest. Oh, well. It is what it is. Seriously, after taxes that $25 an hour becomes not very worth it to me.
e) I have had PMS all week. And cramps. Which have made a-d & f totally overwhelming. =P
f) my planner has gone missing. This is a bad, bad thing. Paul bought me a new one yesterday, so I should be able to survive the next three months.
.
Three months? Actually two and a half. Then it's summer vacay time! =D YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
.
I remind myself all the time that I am responsible for my actions, my situation, my place in the world. I do this not to beat myself up, but to give me power. Not having to rely on anyone else for validation that my existence has meaning is so liberating.
It was a long road to get here and I fought with my own brand of prepackaged demons all along the way -- and still do at times -- but I'm really proud of me and have a feeling that pride will only increase as time goes on.
I think.
I evaluate.
I examine.
I analyze.
I act.
Sometimes I don't do it in that particular order, but hey....the great part about being human is being able to fuck up and learn from it.
.
We are one day closer to Oregon or Washington. =D This brings me joy!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-03-10 10:51 pm (UTC)Since a bag has more chicken in it than Spouse and I can consume in one sitting, being now empty nesters, I will be cutting up the rest of it shortly and using it in tacos.
So, in this, and your planned reuse of the leftover chicken on Tuesday for chicken and dumplings (not from a can or a box), I think we are absolved. :)
I'm glad the Onslow is slowly pulling through, and hurrah for your spouse!
And as to all your school activities . . . when I started to read about them, I couldn't help but see PPT as ppfbt (hell, I don't even know how to spell it -- the letters that, together, are supposed to represent the "raspberry" or "harumph!" sound).