What if the ‘Hokey Pokey’ is what it’s all about?

My boring world, in a weblog…

Advice for all of you 9-5ers…

Here is some helpful advice to keep things tidy….

Proper clipboard use:

Clamp the unbound edge of the pad under the clip so that the bound edge is at the bottom of the clipboard. Now the corners of the top sheets will no longer curl up on you the way they always did before. What’s that you say? You can’t write with the paper upside down? Of course you can’t, dummy. Turn the clipboard upside down.

August 8, 2006 Posted by bridgetmarie | Life in general | | No Comments Yet

What is Summer?

Well, summer school is almost over.  I start AT (Annual Training) for the Army next week, and I’ll be doing that for about two weeks.  It seems like I haven’t really had a summer at all this year.  I have been working my butt off and going to school all summer.  I did manage to find a great part time job though. 

I started working at Oxford Learning Center(OLC) last month.  I am their Little Reader Teacher and I will be picking up the Core Reader class once the fall term starts.  I simply love it.  I taught my first class today.  I have been training since I started working there, and I haven’t really been able to go in to work all that much because I have been on military orders for about the past month or so.  So, today I went in to OLC a little early so I could prepare for class.  When the kids got there, we started.  Everything seemed to go wrong, or mess up at first.  The kids were a little cranky.  Two of them started crying.  One of those two was just a bit tired, but things calmed down towards the middle of class.  When I started doing their workbooks with them, it was a little hard at first for me to keep their attention.  But everything seemed to work out OK.  I teach class again on Thursday this week, then I have two more weeks that I won’t be there (b/c I’ll be at AT) then I’ll start teaching again.  I’ll be glad when I can go in to OLC every week and give the kids some sort of routine.  I think that is the main problem right now….the lack of routine.  Once I’m able to see them for each class, then they will understand that I am their teacher and they have to listen to me and pay attention. 

Anyway, I love all the kids that I have in class right now, and I will be sad to lose them, but I will have them in the Core Reader class once school starts.  I’ll get new kids in the Little Reader class after this month too.

Now for some interesting stuff……I had drill this last weekend.  (If you read my last post, you would know that…)  I went out with some of the soldiers in my unit after drill on both days.  This bar tender likes me.  He seems like a nice guy, but he’s not my type.  He gave me his number on a matchbook….I was inebriated, he asked for my number, and unfortunately I gave it to him.  He called me to make sure I made it home safely.  I didn’t answer, so he left me a message.  I have lost the matchbook, (oops…) and I can’t understand the part of his message when he’s giving me his number on my voice-mail.  Oh well.  I know, I sound so mean right now.  I’m sorry:-(

Why is it that guys I’m not interested in hit on me all the time, and guys that I am interested in don’t seem to get it.  If I’m interested in a guy, I smile, laugh, joke, I do just about anything I can to let the clueless guy know that I AM INTERESTED.  If I’m not interested I don’t smile, I try to avoid talking, I don’t make eye contact, I don’t laugh, I do just about everything to let the poor guy know that I AM NOT INTERESTED.   I just don’t understand guys.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t always notice when a guy is flirting or hitting on me, but I don’t just not notice it when it’s obvious.  Anyway, I guess when the time is right, I’ll notice the guy and/or the guy will notice me…..right?

I’ll end it with this:

Friendship is like piss in your pants, everyone can see it but only you can feel it’s warmth.  Thank you for being the piss in my pants.

Until next time, happy blogging!

August 8, 2006 Posted by bridgetmarie | Life | | No Comments Yet