Friday, May 28, 2010
So I'm not
an elementary school teacher anymore. I am now unemployed by choice. I'm waiting for my good friend Audrey to come over, so I can get laying by the pool started for the summer. I get a lump sum check at the end of the school year because I choose to spread my salary out. This is pretty awesome because it means I don't have to get a job RIGHT NOW but I would like to get one. I want to save as much of my check as possible for moving, traveling, and doing other fun stuff. I'm excited bout my prospects. My boyfriend's along for the ride. Hopefully we actually move in December. We're thinking either LA or Denver. I think I'd prefer Denver but I'd go to LA (the Lakers suckkkkk). I feel really free at the moment. Like I don't have to know what's going to happen in the next 5 minutes. I'm making an impromtu trip to Mexico tomorrow. Definitely wasn't planning on doing that. The idea was tossed in the air and shot down and now I'm going tomorrow. Plans are for suckas. No expectations. Just love!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
So apparently
I get angry and shout at my boyfriend when I get almost blackout/totally blackout drunk...whoops. Well that was not the only highlight of our Vegas trip...where to begin??
I drove most of the 5 hour drive to Vegas, which I was absolutely fine with. I LOVE to drive. I realize some people hate it but not me. Put me in my car and let me wander. I love driving!! Since there were 6 of us in a 5 person soccer mom suv, someone had to ride in the back the entire time. Poor Tyler was the first to endure the trunk. He got to share the space with a 30 pack of beer, an economy size box of granola bars, duffel bags, and pillows. Good thing Ty's not as big as Mat. Lucky Mat got to ride in the front passenger seat the entire time because of his height.
After I decided I couldn't drive anymore, Brian took the wheel, Ty moved to the middle seats with Audrey and Trevor and I moved to the back area. Thankfully I'm a small person and I was quite comfy! As we were passing over the Hoover Dam there were ridiculous people in silly outfits to mock. We all know we're going to hell so we like to amuse ourselves this way, whatever.
We also decided that as we got closer to the check point, I should climb over the seat and pretend to sit in the middle with my 3 other friends (one being my boyfriend, so I sat on his lap). We were afraid the cops were going to harass us if we weren't all buckled up. We are dumb. The cops didn't give a shit. A group of 20-something people driving towards Vegas, we're not terrorists, ha! They did have a super creepy van pulled over on the side of the road. That made us feel better.
Okay...so back to me yelling at my boyfriend. The whole reason this is absolutely ridiculous is the fact that alcohol was involved and emotions were running high. One of our friends got lost on the first night in Vegas and we were having trouble figuring out where he was. So Trevor and Mat went in search of Ty.
Audrey, Brian, and I decided we were going to find a club to dance at. Unbeknownst to me, because I was a drunken idiot, we ended up at the bar connected to our hotel. We're drinking and dancing and having a fabulous time, when I keep getting calls from Trevor.
I finally answer and he's upset with Ty and I'm not sure where we're at. I cannot tell him what club I'm at. To talk to Trevor I ventured outside of the club and when my call ended, I went to find Audrey and Brian. I could not spot them, way too drunk. At this point I decide to walk back to the hotel, except I do not realize I am steps away from the hotel I'm staying at. Doofus. So of course I do the safest thing possible, walk in the wrong direction down the Vegas strip towards the Excalibur. Maybe cause I'd been there earlier that night. Your guess is as good as mine! So I have no idea where I'm going. I repeatedly hang up on Trevor because I don't want him to save me. I want to get back to the hotel all by myself. I manage to walk over the bridge to the other side of the strip and at the bottom of the stairs, there is Trevor being ridiculously patient. What a lovely man. He is fantastic. I'm upset and crying because he is upset. His friend has cause some serious unnecessary drama for the evening, then his girlfriend gets herself lost.
Fortunately we are both able to realize that the whole misunderstanding was alcohol fueled and get over it quickly. The rest of the trip is lovely. Drinking and laying by the pool. Getting stared at by 12 year old boys because I've put on a few pounds and my boobs are the size of large grapefruits. hahaha...eating at a delicious all you can drink wine restaurant. Gambling and actually winning a few dollas!! And another 5 hour car ride back, sleeping in the back of the car. Thank you Brian and Trevor for driving us home!
love love love my boyfriend and friends!
I drove most of the 5 hour drive to Vegas, which I was absolutely fine with. I LOVE to drive. I realize some people hate it but not me. Put me in my car and let me wander. I love driving!! Since there were 6 of us in a 5 person soccer mom suv, someone had to ride in the back the entire time. Poor Tyler was the first to endure the trunk. He got to share the space with a 30 pack of beer, an economy size box of granola bars, duffel bags, and pillows. Good thing Ty's not as big as Mat. Lucky Mat got to ride in the front passenger seat the entire time because of his height.
After I decided I couldn't drive anymore, Brian took the wheel, Ty moved to the middle seats with Audrey and Trevor and I moved to the back area. Thankfully I'm a small person and I was quite comfy! As we were passing over the Hoover Dam there were ridiculous people in silly outfits to mock. We all know we're going to hell so we like to amuse ourselves this way, whatever.
We also decided that as we got closer to the check point, I should climb over the seat and pretend to sit in the middle with my 3 other friends (one being my boyfriend, so I sat on his lap). We were afraid the cops were going to harass us if we weren't all buckled up. We are dumb. The cops didn't give a shit. A group of 20-something people driving towards Vegas, we're not terrorists, ha! They did have a super creepy van pulled over on the side of the road. That made us feel better.
Okay...so back to me yelling at my boyfriend. The whole reason this is absolutely ridiculous is the fact that alcohol was involved and emotions were running high. One of our friends got lost on the first night in Vegas and we were having trouble figuring out where he was. So Trevor and Mat went in search of Ty.
Audrey, Brian, and I decided we were going to find a club to dance at. Unbeknownst to me, because I was a drunken idiot, we ended up at the bar connected to our hotel. We're drinking and dancing and having a fabulous time, when I keep getting calls from Trevor.
I finally answer and he's upset with Ty and I'm not sure where we're at. I cannot tell him what club I'm at. To talk to Trevor I ventured outside of the club and when my call ended, I went to find Audrey and Brian. I could not spot them, way too drunk. At this point I decide to walk back to the hotel, except I do not realize I am steps away from the hotel I'm staying at. Doofus. So of course I do the safest thing possible, walk in the wrong direction down the Vegas strip towards the Excalibur. Maybe cause I'd been there earlier that night. Your guess is as good as mine! So I have no idea where I'm going. I repeatedly hang up on Trevor because I don't want him to save me. I want to get back to the hotel all by myself. I manage to walk over the bridge to the other side of the strip and at the bottom of the stairs, there is Trevor being ridiculously patient. What a lovely man. He is fantastic. I'm upset and crying because he is upset. His friend has cause some serious unnecessary drama for the evening, then his girlfriend gets herself lost.
Fortunately we are both able to realize that the whole misunderstanding was alcohol fueled and get over it quickly. The rest of the trip is lovely. Drinking and laying by the pool. Getting stared at by 12 year old boys because I've put on a few pounds and my boobs are the size of large grapefruits. hahaha...eating at a delicious all you can drink wine restaurant. Gambling and actually winning a few dollas!! And another 5 hour car ride back, sleeping in the back of the car. Thank you Brian and Trevor for driving us home!
love love love my boyfriend and friends!
Friday, May 7, 2010
holy crap!
We are off to Vegas once everyone gets here and we pack my vehicle. I am so excited to be roadtripping it with my new friends and my boyfriend! I guess I've known all of these people for almost a year and a half now, so they're not such a new group. It's just awesome to be able to share in some ridiculous fun with like minded people!
Holy crap Vegas...here we come...laying in the sun, watching the Suns game, playing some slots and video poker, getting dumbly drunk! hahahaha...yippee!!
love, love, love
Holy crap Vegas...here we come...laying in the sun, watching the Suns game, playing some slots and video poker, getting dumbly drunk! hahahaha...yippee!!
love, love, love
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
ahhhhh
I teach 6th grade and towards the end of the school year, I am amazed by the things my students do. These things usually make me want to slap myself on the forehead!
Yesterday, one of my lovelies walks over to the pencil sharpener and sticks his pencil in one of the back 3 vent holes of the sharpener. I'm guessing the holes are there to vent the little machines motor. I watched him do this and was staring with my jaw hanging down. I could come up with no words and part of me wanted to see what he would do.
He then proceeded to say, "Ms. Salas, the pencil sharpener isn't working."
I wanted to say, "Doofus, you've got it in the wrong hole! Duh!" And maybe some other words but I didn't.
I calmly walked over and showed him where the pencil should go. It may not have been so bad if he had been a brand new student and had never used the pencil sharpener before but he's been in my reading class since the beginning of the school year. I've had the same pencil sharpener since the beginning of the school year.
I honestly do not know what to make of this incident. I don't want to make the child feel bad but holy crap. hahahahaha....I laughed out loud about this later and told my friends. Just ridiculous!
Please teach your children simple problem solving skills! :)
Yesterday, one of my lovelies walks over to the pencil sharpener and sticks his pencil in one of the back 3 vent holes of the sharpener. I'm guessing the holes are there to vent the little machines motor. I watched him do this and was staring with my jaw hanging down. I could come up with no words and part of me wanted to see what he would do.
He then proceeded to say, "Ms. Salas, the pencil sharpener isn't working."
I wanted to say, "Doofus, you've got it in the wrong hole! Duh!" And maybe some other words but I didn't.
I calmly walked over and showed him where the pencil should go. It may not have been so bad if he had been a brand new student and had never used the pencil sharpener before but he's been in my reading class since the beginning of the school year. I've had the same pencil sharpener since the beginning of the school year.
I honestly do not know what to make of this incident. I don't want to make the child feel bad but holy crap. hahahahaha....I laughed out loud about this later and told my friends. Just ridiculous!
Please teach your children simple problem solving skills! :)
How could I ever love a cat?
When I was 5, my parents thought it would be a great idea to buy me a cat. Although this cat would also be expected to earn its keep by catching and killing mice that lived in the backyard. Unfortunately for her before it got the chance to become our protector, she managed to get stuck under the house for awhile and die. We had no idea where she was and we didn't realize she was under our house. Only a small cat could get under there. It took a lot of searching to find her, poor thing.
But what did my parents do to make up for this tragedy, buy me a new cat. A cat that would come to dislike people. Yet she was a great mouse and bird hunter. She didn't like people due to the fact that she had to be an outside cat because of my mom's allergies. So we never handled her and when we had too, (trips to the vet, pulling out the burrs that got stuck in her fur,etc.) she used her claws to express her anger. Since she didn't like me, I decided I didn't like her. Therefore I didn't like any cats. Cats were dumb.
I have been dating my boyfriend for almost a year and a half and he is a cat owner. He comes up with very simple names for the cats he has owned. His current cat is named Orange Cat because.....you've guessed it! She's orange...and remarkably small for a kitty. Apparently she only weighs about 4 pounds. I didn't come to really adore this cat until she became my roommate. She is the most adorable animal I have ever met. She is also an amazing warrior. I say warrior because she will fight anything: string, beer bottle tops, bugs, wires for the video game controllers, the zipper on my jacket. Nothing gets past the Orange. She also managed to survive a 35 mile trek from home. She decided to take a walk one day and got lost. The man who found her said he would've kept her if she didn't have a tag on her collar. She is just one of the most delightful creatures I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. When she sleeps, its almost as precious as watching a newborn baby sleep. Its absolutely heart wrenching. If you meet the Orange and you dislike her, that is a sign of your character. Nobody dislikes the Orange!
Hahaha....I cannot believe I just blogged about my boyfriend's cat. She really is the most amazing, cuddly, adorable thing ever. We have dubbed her 'our smallest friend'.
Give your animal a hug...all they know is love! hehe
But what did my parents do to make up for this tragedy, buy me a new cat. A cat that would come to dislike people. Yet she was a great mouse and bird hunter. She didn't like people due to the fact that she had to be an outside cat because of my mom's allergies. So we never handled her and when we had too, (trips to the vet, pulling out the burrs that got stuck in her fur,etc.) she used her claws to express her anger. Since she didn't like me, I decided I didn't like her. Therefore I didn't like any cats. Cats were dumb.
I have been dating my boyfriend for almost a year and a half and he is a cat owner. He comes up with very simple names for the cats he has owned. His current cat is named Orange Cat because.....you've guessed it! She's orange...and remarkably small for a kitty. Apparently she only weighs about 4 pounds. I didn't come to really adore this cat until she became my roommate. She is the most adorable animal I have ever met. She is also an amazing warrior. I say warrior because she will fight anything: string, beer bottle tops, bugs, wires for the video game controllers, the zipper on my jacket. Nothing gets past the Orange. She also managed to survive a 35 mile trek from home. She decided to take a walk one day and got lost. The man who found her said he would've kept her if she didn't have a tag on her collar. She is just one of the most delightful creatures I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. When she sleeps, its almost as precious as watching a newborn baby sleep. Its absolutely heart wrenching. If you meet the Orange and you dislike her, that is a sign of your character. Nobody dislikes the Orange!
Hahaha....I cannot believe I just blogged about my boyfriend's cat. She really is the most amazing, cuddly, adorable thing ever. We have dubbed her 'our smallest friend'.
Give your animal a hug...all they know is love! hehe
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