![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
How I Spent My Birthday
Nov. 22nd, 2008 10:32 pmI was too tired yesterday to write a post detailing the celebratory events of my birthday.
To begin with, on Thursday night, I friend a dozen eggs and put them in a plastic container, layered paper towel and parchment paper on the eggs and fried up a LOT of little sausage patties. I think I made twenty or so. More paper towel and the cover were put on top. Then I took them out to the car, as it was below freezing, I knew it would not result in any toxic bacteria infesting them. I didn't want to forget them on Friday morning. I also put the big jug of apple juice, the English muffins, the miniature croissants, and the individually wrapped cheese slices that I had purchased for the breakfast sandwiches.
On Friday morning, I called Otto's bakery as early as I could. It was around 4:30 am. I wasn't sure if they would be able to make the 6 dozen or so donuts that I had to order. On Wednesday and Thursday, I had passed around a little form I had created for the kids to write down the kind of donut they wanted. I had made the final count on Thursday evening before I went to bed. I basically worked all evening on Thursday, getting ready for Friday.
The last thing I did before I went to bed was toss my laundry down the stairs as I intended to take it to my mom's with me after school. I had set out my big suitcase before I went upstairs.
My friend Michael called me early in the morning--around 4:45--and sang happy birthday to me. I couldn't help remembering when he called and sang it to me last year. He was so sick then--he'd had surgery and issues with his back, and the pain medication he was on wrecked his stomach, so all he did was puke and puke and puke. Every time he tried to talk at that time, he'd start to gag, and then he would start to puke, and then when his stomach had spewed out what little was in it, he would dry heave and dry heave. Even though speaking made him gag, he softly and slowly sang happy birthday to me. He had to pause in the song a few times, to let his stomach uncramp, but he sang the whole song to me and told me he loved me.
It brings tears to my eyes when I think of that--he truly does love me and I love him too. He is a sweet and darling man. My good friend--and my self-proclaimed "father figure." LOL. He says I need someone to watch out for me.
He does a real good job of nagging me to remember my meds and keep working on my house.
When I got downstairs, I put all my dirty clothes into my suitcase and hauled it out to the car. Mom has a finished basement, and when I go home for the weekend, I have been bringing my laundry with me. With my knees being so effed up, going up and down my very steep basement stairs is difficult and painful. At mom's, I just roll the suitcase down the steps, then wash the three loads I usually have while watching TV. It is so much easier. Then I fold them and repack them into the suitcase and bring them home again.
Anyhow, I headed East towards Rochester. I stopped in Byron to pick up my donuts--it cost me nearly $50 for all those donuts, but I love my kids and it was worth it. I ordered enough extra donuts so that all my colleagues could have a donut too. But they didn't get to make a choice beforehand. LOL.
poor things.
Of course, it is tradition for me to always get a sesame seed muffin for Jay when I bring donuts for the kids.
I had plenty of time, so I stopped and filled my tank with gas, since it was $1.76/gallon. Also, I had to go straight from school to Owatonna right after school.
When I got to school, Jay teased me about stuff--that the kids should be doing something for me rather than me doing something for them on my birthday. I gave him his muffin and hugged him tight, and thanked him for being a part of my life and making it so much better by being in it. He then said, "Thanks a lot for making me feel guilty for giving you shit."
Heh heh.
I do love that wonderful man. He is the best boss you could ever have.
I left most of the stuff in my car. I knew I couldn't carry it all, so I just carried in one of the bags. I enslaved a couple of kids to carry in the rest of the stuff. There were donuts all over my room, as I labeled paper plates with the kids' names and donut choices on them, so that everyone got their correct choice. Otherwise kids forget what they order and grab one that looks good that may have been ordered by someone else!
I had two myself--a jelly bismark and a apple fritter. Yummy.
My homeroom loved the breakfast sandwiches we made. That worked very well. I will always do it that way in the future.
The day went well. Robert C made a delicious shrimp stir fry for his demonstration speech. I don't think I have ever tasted shrimp that tasty before. Tyler S made "puppy chow." The senior sem demonstration speeches are always a hit with the kids because most people make something to eat, and the kids love to eat.
The faculty always signs a card for the "birthday" person. I got a cute card with the picture of a squalling baby on it. Every Monday we have a short staff meeting where we go over the upcoming week's events. I always say it is "just another week in paradise." Because, after teaching in that shit hole that is Triton with the fucktarded B J_o_y_c_e as the Evil Overlord (and Narcissistic Prick) in charge, my sweet school IS paradise. Anyhow, Jay wrote in my card, "You are the sunshine in our paradise." That just brought tears to my eyes too. I am a big soppy baby, I guess. LOL.
When school was out, I headed to Owatonna. I was dropping my car off at Wholesale Tire to have three new tires put on it, have it aligned, have the oil changed, have a new fuse put into the cigarette lighter so I can charge my cell phone in the car again, and have the "Low Coolant" light checked out. Jack picked me up there when he was on his way home from work.
He had to stop and pick up milk and stuff at Kwik Trip, so I asked him if he would get me a lottery ticket--just in CASE my 54th birthday turned out to be a lucky day. I don't know if it is or not--I didn't hear what the lottery numbers were--but it would be very helpful if I WAS a winner. It cost $733 and some odd cents to fix everything wrong with my car.
I paid it with my credit card, which I HATED doing, as I am trying to pay those suckers off, but the bill had to be paid. My brother gave me a ride back to Owatonna today so I could get my car. I paid with the card over the phone so I didn't have to worry about that any more.
After I got my car, I drove over to Target where I bought a big plastic bucket of cat litter, which should get me through the next couple of months, at least. On Thursday night, on my way home, I had picked up another big bag of food for my cat--that should get me through most of the winter.
While here with my mom, I have worked on my sewing projects for dolls. I think I have pretty much finished the final swap I am responsible for. I might make one more little shirt to swap amongst the coordinating outfits I have made. I will post pictures at some point. I don't have my camera cord with me on this trip.
My mom is doing well. Her vision is much better--it's still a little blurry, but she isn't seeing double any more, which is a blessing. She was crocheting today, so that made her happy. She has developed a bit of a black eye. I will get a picture of her if I can. Poor mama.
Not much else is new. Mom gave me $20 and a couple of rubber spatulas for my birthday. My friend sent me some ginger peach tea and some pecans and something sweet to remind me of him. My brother wouldn't accept the dollar I tried to give him for picking up my lottery ticket for me. So, maybe he will have given me a fortune. Ha ha.
Now, I am getting pretty tired, so I guess I will call an end to this self-indulgent entry and go to bed.
To begin with, on Thursday night, I friend a dozen eggs and put them in a plastic container, layered paper towel and parchment paper on the eggs and fried up a LOT of little sausage patties. I think I made twenty or so. More paper towel and the cover were put on top. Then I took them out to the car, as it was below freezing, I knew it would not result in any toxic bacteria infesting them. I didn't want to forget them on Friday morning. I also put the big jug of apple juice, the English muffins, the miniature croissants, and the individually wrapped cheese slices that I had purchased for the breakfast sandwiches.
On Friday morning, I called Otto's bakery as early as I could. It was around 4:30 am. I wasn't sure if they would be able to make the 6 dozen or so donuts that I had to order. On Wednesday and Thursday, I had passed around a little form I had created for the kids to write down the kind of donut they wanted. I had made the final count on Thursday evening before I went to bed. I basically worked all evening on Thursday, getting ready for Friday.
The last thing I did before I went to bed was toss my laundry down the stairs as I intended to take it to my mom's with me after school. I had set out my big suitcase before I went upstairs.
My friend Michael called me early in the morning--around 4:45--and sang happy birthday to me. I couldn't help remembering when he called and sang it to me last year. He was so sick then--he'd had surgery and issues with his back, and the pain medication he was on wrecked his stomach, so all he did was puke and puke and puke. Every time he tried to talk at that time, he'd start to gag, and then he would start to puke, and then when his stomach had spewed out what little was in it, he would dry heave and dry heave. Even though speaking made him gag, he softly and slowly sang happy birthday to me. He had to pause in the song a few times, to let his stomach uncramp, but he sang the whole song to me and told me he loved me.
It brings tears to my eyes when I think of that--he truly does love me and I love him too. He is a sweet and darling man. My good friend--and my self-proclaimed "father figure." LOL. He says I need someone to watch out for me.
He does a real good job of nagging me to remember my meds and keep working on my house.
When I got downstairs, I put all my dirty clothes into my suitcase and hauled it out to the car. Mom has a finished basement, and when I go home for the weekend, I have been bringing my laundry with me. With my knees being so effed up, going up and down my very steep basement stairs is difficult and painful. At mom's, I just roll the suitcase down the steps, then wash the three loads I usually have while watching TV. It is so much easier. Then I fold them and repack them into the suitcase and bring them home again.
Anyhow, I headed East towards Rochester. I stopped in Byron to pick up my donuts--it cost me nearly $50 for all those donuts, but I love my kids and it was worth it. I ordered enough extra donuts so that all my colleagues could have a donut too. But they didn't get to make a choice beforehand. LOL.
poor things.
Of course, it is tradition for me to always get a sesame seed muffin for Jay when I bring donuts for the kids.
I had plenty of time, so I stopped and filled my tank with gas, since it was $1.76/gallon. Also, I had to go straight from school to Owatonna right after school.
When I got to school, Jay teased me about stuff--that the kids should be doing something for me rather than me doing something for them on my birthday. I gave him his muffin and hugged him tight, and thanked him for being a part of my life and making it so much better by being in it. He then said, "Thanks a lot for making me feel guilty for giving you shit."
Heh heh.
I do love that wonderful man. He is the best boss you could ever have.
I left most of the stuff in my car. I knew I couldn't carry it all, so I just carried in one of the bags. I enslaved a couple of kids to carry in the rest of the stuff. There were donuts all over my room, as I labeled paper plates with the kids' names and donut choices on them, so that everyone got their correct choice. Otherwise kids forget what they order and grab one that looks good that may have been ordered by someone else!
I had two myself--a jelly bismark and a apple fritter. Yummy.
My homeroom loved the breakfast sandwiches we made. That worked very well. I will always do it that way in the future.
The day went well. Robert C made a delicious shrimp stir fry for his demonstration speech. I don't think I have ever tasted shrimp that tasty before. Tyler S made "puppy chow." The senior sem demonstration speeches are always a hit with the kids because most people make something to eat, and the kids love to eat.
The faculty always signs a card for the "birthday" person. I got a cute card with the picture of a squalling baby on it. Every Monday we have a short staff meeting where we go over the upcoming week's events. I always say it is "just another week in paradise." Because, after teaching in that shit hole that is Triton with the fucktarded B J_o_y_c_e as the Evil Overlord (and Narcissistic Prick) in charge, my sweet school IS paradise. Anyhow, Jay wrote in my card, "You are the sunshine in our paradise." That just brought tears to my eyes too. I am a big soppy baby, I guess. LOL.
When school was out, I headed to Owatonna. I was dropping my car off at Wholesale Tire to have three new tires put on it, have it aligned, have the oil changed, have a new fuse put into the cigarette lighter so I can charge my cell phone in the car again, and have the "Low Coolant" light checked out. Jack picked me up there when he was on his way home from work.
He had to stop and pick up milk and stuff at Kwik Trip, so I asked him if he would get me a lottery ticket--just in CASE my 54th birthday turned out to be a lucky day. I don't know if it is or not--I didn't hear what the lottery numbers were--but it would be very helpful if I WAS a winner. It cost $733 and some odd cents to fix everything wrong with my car.
I paid it with my credit card, which I HATED doing, as I am trying to pay those suckers off, but the bill had to be paid. My brother gave me a ride back to Owatonna today so I could get my car. I paid with the card over the phone so I didn't have to worry about that any more.
After I got my car, I drove over to Target where I bought a big plastic bucket of cat litter, which should get me through the next couple of months, at least. On Thursday night, on my way home, I had picked up another big bag of food for my cat--that should get me through most of the winter.
While here with my mom, I have worked on my sewing projects for dolls. I think I have pretty much finished the final swap I am responsible for. I might make one more little shirt to swap amongst the coordinating outfits I have made. I will post pictures at some point. I don't have my camera cord with me on this trip.
My mom is doing well. Her vision is much better--it's still a little blurry, but she isn't seeing double any more, which is a blessing. She was crocheting today, so that made her happy. She has developed a bit of a black eye. I will get a picture of her if I can. Poor mama.
Not much else is new. Mom gave me $20 and a couple of rubber spatulas for my birthday. My friend sent me some ginger peach tea and some pecans and something sweet to remind me of him. My brother wouldn't accept the dollar I tried to give him for picking up my lottery ticket for me. So, maybe he will have given me a fortune. Ha ha.
Now, I am getting pretty tired, so I guess I will call an end to this self-indulgent entry and go to bed.
