As much as I would love to be able to talk about the two crappy days at work I have had, I can't. If I was a normal teacher, I would be free to vent about the stress that two students are causing me. But I'm not a regular teacher and my employer bans any unsolicited publications about our place of employment. All I will say is this - I am more angry and more stressed about these two immature students than I have ever been in my three years of working where I do. In the past, I have been able to leave work at work and not let it bother me, so it is stressing me out even more that I am unable to do this. But I did buy myself a pretty smelling body wash tonight so maybe that will help.
What I am looking forward to is the next three days. Mike and I can go for weeks with no committments and no plans to do anything. Now, we have everything packed into one weekend.
Friday night - my anniversary date with Dixie. It was one year ago that I posted this. While Dixie and I had some previous contact the month before (my violin lessons), it was this post that set of the chain of events that lead to our becomings BFFs :-) Dixie phoned and asked if I wanted to go to the movies that night. I was really touched by this, but as time went on, I realized that Dixie didn't really have my best interests at heart - she just really wanted to see Juno again and figured I'd be an easy sucker to watch it with :-) So, tomorrow night we are going out for a romantic supper to Amy's on 2nd and then to the movies. After the show, we will come back here for a mini-spa night, munchies and maybe another movie.
Saturday - in the afternoon, my friend, Christine, her husband, Matt, and their beautiful baby girl, Carys, are coming over for coffee and sweets. I have known Christine since we were in Grade Six. There is one particular memory I have of Christine that I have always appreciated: in Grade Seven, the leader of the "popular" group decided I couldn't be friends with them any more, so I was banished. I spent most of that year by myself, alone at recess and nobody to hang out with. This didn't really bother me, as I tend to thrive when I am alone. What did concern me was that the Ethnic dinner was coming up and we could invite our parents. I was mortified at the thought of inviting my mom and having nobody else to sit with (I didn't want my parents to know I was a loser even though I'm pretty sure they suspected it). One day after school, a few weeks before the Supper, Christine asked me to walk home with her. On the way home, she asked if we could sit together at the Supper. I was over-the-moon excited! So, thank you, Christine, for saving me from emotional mortification.
Saturday night - going out for supper with Mike and our friends, Bruce and Trina. I plan to drink more than I eat :-)
Sunday - we are having my parents, my grandparents, my brothers Britt and Brady and Brady's wife, Kristan (and their energetic dogs) over for supper. We are celebrating my mom's 60th birthday! Even though her birthday isn't until March, my mom and dad will be in Australia at the time. Not a bad place to be when you're celebrating your 60th :-)
On a final note, I want to wish Brady a happy birthday. While the card I gave you poked fun at all the wicked-awesome fights we used to have as kids, I do want to thank you for being a really great older brother. I was "cool by association" because of you and, for that, I always be thankful :-)
You will have an exciting week-end! I woke up at 6 am this morning and decided to switch on the computer, so, now, as I write, I reckon you might still be having your evening with Dixie. I wish so much I was with you girls, to have a good evening of movies, spa, chatters....
ReplyDeleteA big hug to you both!
Emotional mortification is a term that sums up the junior high years for me! I am glad I could save you from it in a small way, I am sure you were saving me from it too! I had forgotten about that supper, we will have to play remember when next time we are together LOL :P
ReplyDeleteI think it sums up a lot of people's school years LOL. It really is funny what we remember though...another friend recently thanked me for helping her out on the first day of grade eight and I don't clearly remember that, but I guess what goes around comes around :-)
ReplyDeleteAll I remember from the first day grade 8 is getting a nose bleed in the bathroom at the end of orientation and being the last one left in the school that morning. Yup...I was cool all right :-)