HBadventure Blog

Yesterday my parents came to town to enjoy a birthday dinner with Barry, my Grandma & Grandpa Elvrum, and me. They also delivered some delightful birthday presents and were extremely generous.

Unfortunately, one of them just didn’t seem to fit with the others.

My dad seemed a bit too happy when I opened this portion of their gift. I know 30 is pushing it and I’ve got some grey hairs, but REALLY?

Fortunately, earlier in the day some beautiful flowers arrived on HBHQ’s door step from my sweet, sweet friend Kara. Aren’t they just spectacular?

I woke up this morning with an itchy throat and Barry sweetly made me a smoothie, it was delicious and helped soothe the scratch. As my day progressed, I became chilly, achy and downright sick felling.

We were supposed to go to a surprise birthday party for my uncle (Happy Birthday, Steve) but instead we’re at home and I’ve been cuddled into a ball feeling cold.

I’m determined to wake up tomorrow – the day of our departure for our weekend getaway – and have a bit of a bounce in my step. I will feel better!!

As for now, I’m up out of bed and am making the transition to the couch to watch a little tube.

Blah.

Three meetings in one month.

Three meetings!

I have missed three different meetings in one month.

I am not a flake, I am a flake, I am not a flake.

This has never happened. Ever.

Where are my marbles?

Calendar(s!) apparently aren’t enough to remind me where to be.

Sticky notes do nothing.

Verbal reminders – HA!

Three meetings?

Will you physically come escort me for the the meeting you have scheduled with me?

Otherwise it just might be four.

5:19 a.m.

That is when my eyes decided they were done sleeping.

On my first day of vacation.

After tossing, turning and trying to force myself back to sleep I crawled out of bed and slinked around the house wondering what to do at this early hour. I thought of  my little dog and wondered what she was doing at Camp Janet, most likely sleeping with the rest of the world.

6:46 a.m

This is when I decided to share with you the fact that I can’t sleep, but I just realized all 4 of the HB readers are probably still sleeping all cozy in their flannel sheeted beds.  Please know I admire you for that….on my first day of vacation.

So,  apparently this was not the year for me to get my National Board Certification. I logged in yesterday morning to be told that I fall short of being a highly qualified teacher. I spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself. My students had no clue that anything was wrong, which was exactly how it should be.

I was unaware, until yesterday, of how many hugs my students give me each day. I found their little arms wrapping around me so endearing, a little bit of their light filling the darkness that I was feeling.

I feel so much better waking up today and having tomorrow behind me.

You’ve sent people to my house and sent countless junk mails promoting the same deal. I get it. You’ve got a great Triple Play Bundle. If I was interested in it I would have contacted you after the first 40 mailings.  I guess  you’re nothing if not persistent, but I’m not interested. I have no use for home phone service, and I really have no use for 100 television channels to surf before deciding there’s nothing on. What I really want is a great deal on just Internet service, because I can use it for my home phone and television without paying you all of the extra money.  Unfortunately, you don’t offer a great deal on Internet alone. In fact, it’s more expensive than my current Comcast deal. Until you can beat Comcast’s Internet price, please leave me alone.

I’m almost to the point of mailing each of your advertisements back to your headquarters. At least that way you could recycle the advertisements instead of printing more of them, because as far as I can tell you’ve been sending me the same piece of mail every week for the last 6 months.  Maybe that would lower your overhead costs enough to provide your customers with a real deal on Internet.

Count me in favor of the plastic bag tax. I try to bring a reusable bag to the grocery store as often as I can, but I admit I don’t always remember it.  That’s the beauty of the tax though.  It’s a little extra incentive to forget less often.  It’s like a permanent ribbon tied around your finger.  In fact, I could have used such a reminder yesterday.

I made a quick trip to the store to pick up two items for dessert. Since I knew I was only going to get two items I planned on carrying them out, gasp, without bags. Unfortunately, I had some trouble with the credit card machine and one of the store employees bagged for me. Apparently, each item needed a separate bag. I guess root beer and ice cream have no business next to each other.  <insert your own root beer float joke here>

Luckily, I was given a foot long receipt to remember what I purchased, and a paper coupon I could use in case I wanted to buy some granola next week.

Perhaps grocery stores could actually store receipt information and coupons on accounts that link up to those nifty little cards they make everyone sign up for.  At least I’d feel like I was getting something in return for my personal information.

On a less whiny side note: Thomas Kemper Root Beer is quite delicious.