Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Wednesday Wanderings...

Wednesday is The Sheep's class night. Thus, it is also your drive-by post flung at you from a brain that is shut down from a day of teaching followed by an evening of involuntary learning. Enjoy!

*Arriving at the high school where the Professional Development Center holds the class just in time to catch the lacrosse team's post-practice snowball fight makes entering the building a whole new, exciting endeavor. And not in a good way. Those boys have throwing arms... And I am not spry.

*I am feeling just a wee bit of the guilt over the depth of my hatred for this class. The professor is awesome. She checks on on my knitting progress. When I asked her if she went to SPA she didn't think I was referring to the place with mud baths and aggressive Swedish massages. She didn't laugh at me like my staff did when I mentioned the Maine Fiber Frolic. I really should try to find the love for this course, if only for her sake. It's not her fault that I need the credits and have to be there despite my having no intentions whatsoever of being a school administrator. I'm wondering if it was the guilt that drove me to later behaviors.

*My truck continues to flash the battery light at me at irregular intervals. I patiently explained to it several times on the way home that this was not going to work with me anymore. The battery has been checked and is fine. This had no effect. My mood and the situation degenerated to the point where I found myself lecturing it in a strident and harried voice while shaking my fist threateningly. For the record, this is not generally considered socially appropriate behavior while one is parked at the local Target department store. It is, in fact, considered quite odd. I know this because of the pointing and whispering. On the plus side, I was given a rather wide berth by most shoppers entering the store and had my pick of the carts.

*I stopped off at Target to check out some jeans they had on sale. (straight leg, slightly lower rise, just enough of the lycra/spandex to hold various elements of The Sheep in place...and on sale!) While there, I had something of what I can only describe as an "episode" and ended up buying underpants. I'd managed to cull the panty herd down a bit over the school vacation and was actually able to close the underwear drawer for a week or so. However, if I've done my math correctly, I am now back to the 53 pairs that I had before the February Panty Purge. Note to self: it may be time to go on "The Google" and see what I can find in the way of support groups or twelve step programs. I clearly have some sort of disorder going on here.

*The harsh realization that I had purchased more of the underthings hit me hard once I was safely ensconced in my vehicle and apparently impaired my ability to navigate the Target parking lot. I somehow managed to end up on the loading dock. I took some comfort in the fact that, while I might be lost, I had enough underwear to see me through the next six days of being stranded by my own stupidity.

*I still have a dentist appointment tomorrow. I had hoped it was a bad dream or something. It isn't.

Maybe this is why I felt the urge to purchase a few extra pairs of clean underwear...

SA

10 comments:

trek said...

More undies, eh? It must be due to the dental stress. Bring the knitting to the office and try to relax for the remainder of the day.

PS - Are you at all thinking about going to the NH Sheep and Wool in May? All of chez trek may be decamping in a northward direction for that.

kmkat said...

Look on the bright side. You only have to do laundry every 53 days.

Sheila said...

Bring the knitting to the dentist's office?.....I'm thinking you need to bring the panties! They obviously bring you some comfort in your most stressful of times. Maybe you could cut one into handkerchief-sized squares and keep one in your pocket, then pull it out for stroking when you feel the need. You could call it your "silky" or something.

Beth said...

Did you really end up on the loading dock? There must have been a lot of snow in the parking lot. Yet another reason to visit down here. :) Good luck tomorrow!

Anne said...

Hang in there - all the ickies shall pass. How many days until summer vacation?

Susie said...

I wonder if you have panty issues for the same reason I do? When I was a child (one of 7) we were given just 7 pairs...one for each day of the week. I suspect it was my mother's way of attempting laundry control, or perhaps keeping us sanitary or maybe even forcing us to do our laundry weekly, but today there are at least two dozen pairs in my drawer. Some are too large. Some I'd never wear on a bet (and just *why* did I buy them?) I wear the same 7 pairs over and over again (between launderings, of course, lest you think I've slipped on the sanitary thing.) Oddly enough, I held my own children to 10-14 pairs, but I think that's because they outgrew them so quickly.

I think I'll ask my 21yo daughter how many undies she has these days.

Now bras...that's a whole other issue.

CursingMama said...

Fess up - you were on the loading dock because they needed to use a fork lift to load all your new underthings into the truck...

Julie said...

I think Sheila may be onto somthing there!

Mia said...

you just crack me up sheepie.. what more can i say... ::laughing::

but

Diana said...

Sheepie, you definitely have underwear issues. But then again so do I. As I was leaving the house this morning, something just didn't feel right.... undies were on backwards. Damn!