Monday, September 24, 2012

Wrong verses right

My classes meet Tuesday and Thursday of each week. When I went to my first class on Tuesday, there were a few people who were not there that I was used to seeing. Then right in the middle of the instructor's lecture, about two people got up and left and didn't come back. I was like, don't these folks know they need to hear this stuff for the exam. Oh well, that's them. So at the end of class, my instructor said that since a few people could not stay for the entire lecture that they gonna miss out on an announcement. He said that class for Thursday would be cancelled because he had a prior engagement to attend. He said for us to write a 350 word essay in the place of class and turn it in online. He could have stopped right there but he didn't. He said that for all those people who missed class today and for those who left early, that he was not emailing them that class would be cancelled and he is not emailing them the assignment either.

So you can imagine what happened next. One student emails me and said that she was not there on
Tuesday and when she showed up on Thursday, there were about 5 or 6 people in the room. My guess is that those were the ones who did not come to class on Tuesday and those who left early. She said that she was emailing me because I was the only one she knew in class. I can tell in her email that she was furious at the instructor for not emailing the class. She went on to say that she paid her money for the class and should be informed about if class will not be held on that day or if any assignments are given out and that the instructor was wrong for that.

Now I will agree that he was wrong for trying to punish the students who could not make it that night or if they left early. I do not think he was wrong for assigning an assignment for us to make up for class being cancelled. What are your thoughts on this?


Friday, September 21, 2012

Stop wearing lil kids clothing

I know I get tired of seeing guys sagging and showing their draws. I used to think that was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. That is, until I saw something that made me want to go bathe. The sagging is now the 2nd most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. The first one now is.....wait, here goes. I was in one of my classes and we were on break. This guy in my class was in the hallway on break and Oh to the double M gosh, he had on this wayyyy too little shirt that looked like he had stolen it from the cat in the hat. This was no longer a shirt, it was a dust rag to be.

This shirt was so small on this dude that Papa Smurf probably wouldn't have been able to get in it. Oh but wait, not just any small shirt. Oh no, too easy. The result of wearing this shirt was that all his belly fajiggle jaggle was wobbling out from under this shirt. Not only that, hair particles were an inch long on this floppy joppy. Ewww, Ewwww, Ewwww!!! Yes, stomach hair...everywhere! Then the ultimate happened. He scratched his stomach. Excuse me while I get this throw up out of my throat. I couldn't even concentrate the right way when break time was over. I kept having that picture in my head and then I thought I got hives because I could not stop itching. It gave me the heebie jeebies.


Leave me the slap alone

I'm sure I am the only one with an annoying relative. If you have someone in your family who just annoys the pure-dee living crap out of you, just raise your hand. Well, I have this relative that I just want to slap backwards, then pick them up and slap them forward. When we were younger, we would call each other often just to talk about stuff, nothing important, just stuff. When we grew older, the conversations started to fade more and more away. As we found ourselves moving away, we probably didn't hear from one another until holidays. I was ok with that up until this relative moved back to our hometown in Mississippi.

It is my cousin, and he and I have just always been close throughout life. Well when he moved back to MS and I went home to visit, he was at our home church. He came up to me and asked why I haven't called him since he been back home. The old okie doke of me saying well I just didn't have your number would not fly, so I didn't use that. I just said, "I just didn't want to call." He was astonished and said, "You didn't want to call ME?"  I told him that I just got plenty of things going on in my life and he was not my first priority to call. Wha Wha Wha....He pouted like a lil baby and reminded me of how much we used to talk. I told him I really don't have anything else to talk about. He asked how long I would be in town and I said for one day and I was going back to FL. He wanted to know if we could hang out. I said no. He asked what had he done to me. I just told him that he was annoying me now and that if I wanted to talk, I know his number.

Well I didn't call for months and he finally called me and asked what was going on in my life where we no longer talk the way we used to. I kept it as simple as I could and said that we have just outgrown each other. I know it may sound harsh, but every conversation with my cousin has to reflect on the past and what we used to say or what we used to talk about. There is no present or future conversation. When I speak of hubby or the kids or work and school, he always jumps in with a....but you remember....We will forever be cousins, but I just don't have anything I really want to talk to him about anymore. He and I are not on the same level anymore and I know family is important, but he is driving me insane. I'm not going to change my number because of one annoying family member, I just don't answer when he calls.  Just go away, already!


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

You talk too much

I remember back in the day when RUN DMC sang their song that you talk too much and you never shut up. I still love it to this day. Well, I was in one of my classes and the instructor had said that he was only going to check roll once.  This class meets twice a week, and on one of the meeting days, this girl sat next to me and introduced herself as Kate. I told Kate who I was and we exchanged a few things about our work and class schedules just to get acquainted.  So Kate mentioned to me that she can't make it to both class meetings a week and that she would be able to make it to one. I told Kate that on the days that she can't make it, then I will send her the notes from that class. One thing I know is that instructors look out for each other, so students should look out for each other too, right?

Well after class was over, Kate went up to the instructor and told him what she told me and that she will not be in both classes and that she will only make it to one. Now why in the blue skies and white clouds did she do that!! Since the instructor don't know us from Adam and Eve, Kate actually put herself in more hot water than she could bathe in. As I was getting my books together so that Kate and I could walk out together, she said that she think she made it worse for herself. She said that the instructor told her that since it is a twice a week meeting class, that she will have to write an essay on each chapter that we cover in class. Holy smokes Batman!

I got to counting on my fingers, carrying the one, divided it by pi, took the square root, found the common demoninator and realized that Kate would have to write at least a minimum of 3 pages per chapter a week and we will cover 16 chapters during this semester, and still have to do our research paper. Kate, Kate, Kate....girl I know I just met you, but you shoulda kept your mouth shut. Shaking my head!


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Encourage yourself

There are days when I want to just take my books and throw them as far as I can throw them. There are days when I want to set them on fire and then take the ashes and divide them among several rivers, lakes and streams. There are even days when I really wish my instructor has an emergency and has to go out of town for about a day or two so that classes will be cancelled.

I feel like I am never sitting still long enough to relax, relate, release. This semester is extremely crazy with schooling and while I cotinue to strive to go for a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice, I find it to be extremely overwhelming at times. I want to give up. But I can't give up. I am a full time parent, full time wife, work a full time job and go to school part time at night. How do I do it? Well it is not by my own will, but God's.

When I first started out on this journey, I asked God for guidance, grace, mercy and of course favor to help me get through. And being a senior, guess what? I am still asking for guidance, grace, mercy and of course favor. I do not believe that I was put on this mission just to be put on it. I believe there is purpose in the middle of this. It's not just going to help me, but to help encourage someone else as well.

Even those days when I feel like I just don't get it, I keep encouraging myself because if God brought me to it, I am sure he will bring me through it. I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me. Even when I do not see the light at the end of the tunnel, I know I am closer with going forward than turning around. I appreciate those who keep encouraging me on my way, but I am also thankful that I can encourage myself.


No, I do not mind.

How considerate of my boss to ask me this but she brought me some work and asked me if I mind doing it. Now let's pause for a minute, maybe two. How in the ham and cheese am I going to tell my boss that I mind doing work...simply the answer is: No, I don't mind doing it. But just for curiosity sake, let's just say I had the option of saying I didn't want to do it, here are my choices I could tell her:

1. Sorry hun, I'm busy.
2. Umm, and the reason you are not doing it is because what?
3. I have a headache
4.Can't you see that I am playing a game?
5. Really, as if you didn't see me on Facebook!
6. Give me a sec, let me finish this email.
7. I am on the phone!
8. Get back with me after lunch.
9. You want me to do it right now?
10. Can't you get someone else to do it?
11. Why me?
12. It's not that serious.
13. Let's get this straight...You want me to stop doing what I am doing and work on your problem?
14. It's too close to quitting time.

Can you hear it in the background....FIRED or PROBATION!

Get your filthy draws off my silky paws

I just couldn't resist. That was a line from Grease, if you've ever seen the movie. That line came to me when hubby asked me what I would call a stupid question. He asked me if I had picked up his pajama bottoms from the floor and put them on the bed. Huh? See, he has this strategy that after he has worn his pajama bottoms for about two days, he will throw them on the floor because they are dirty, but if they are clean, he will put them back on the bed. I told him I never knew he did this. When I've taken my bath and I see dirty towels or anything on the floor, I just pick it up and take it to the dirty clothes bin.

So when hubby asked me if I had picked them up, I told him no I did not, but why? He wanted to know if I had picked them up and put them back on the bed because they smelled funny. Why did I give him that look! But I did. I simply said to him that his strategy is not working and if the pajamas were dirty, well then why couldn't he just walk to the utility room and put them in the dirty clothes bin where all the dirty clothes go. He paused and said, "Why didn't I think of that." I looked at him again and just shook my head. REALLY?!


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

That is not what you said

I told our 16 year old to get in the kitchen and wash the dishes. Back when I was living home, when mama said to wash the dishes, it was understood to clean up everything in the kitchen. Clean off the table, the counters, the stove, sweep the floor....everything.

So when I went in the kitchen and saw where our son did indeed wash the dishes, there was stuff all over the table. I called him right back in there and asked him what was going on with this table. He said, "That is not what you said. You said to wash the dishes." Ok I see he is trying to be smart. Uh-huh!

Well when Sunday rolled around and Labor Day would be that Monday, the very same 16 year old asked if he could go over one of his friends house. I said, "Well of course you can, but only for ten minutes." He said, "Moooooooommmmmm, I can't play basketball in ten minutes and laugh and joke." I said to him, "But that is not what you said, you said you wanted to go over there." He said that I knew what he meant. I reminded him about the kitchen. He said I got him, but in the end, the final answer became no because he said that he rather stay at home if he only had ten minutes. I said fine by me, then get in there and get to cleaning.