Sooo there are roughly 19,000,000,000 things to think about and take care of when you move and live by yourself. It will please my family to know that I am eating more than soup and granola bars these days. Not a whole lot more, but as much food as I feel I can afford.
I have a couch, a bed, and two shelves I built using only a Swiss Army knife. Other than that the digs are kind of empty. I can't seem to spend enough time at the Target 1 mile down the road though so I feel it shouldn't take long to deal with that problem. Also, there is this magical place called Gordman's that basically completes me but only in that it is like a clean Marshall's and TJ Max. I bought a little gold elephant for my living room :) His name is Harold and we watched 3 hours of Shark Week DVDs this morning. A candle sits on his back and I was so excited to light it last night when I realized I don't own a lighter. Problem. I promised myself I wouldn't go to Target again until today so I plan to go when I'm done at Starbucks.
One of my shelves holds a few pairs of shoes in little cubbies and then there's a shelf for books and magazines. It sits by the front door against a wall I put an adorable decal I found at ... TARGET :) It has all these little brown birdies sitting on telephone wires and then I put other little birdies on the light switch and one in the kitchen. YAY! Those are my main "decorational" achievements thus far.
Teaching is fun and I really love the people I work with even since the last time I posted. I am teaching the 8th grade boys science class a unit on astronomy. Everyday in class I make three little boys pretend to be the sun, earth, and moon. It's kind of fun watching the moon and earth get really dizzy. Does that make me a bad person? It's hard to say...
I am currently sporting a rather nasty bruise on my right bicep after getting into a bit of a pickle at the post office. For those of you reading this that recieve a letter in the near future, know that I went through this for you.
So...Once upon a time on Thursday, I need to buy a speacial stamp for a card I mailed to a certain African-American friend of mine who lived on Mead Street and Howder and ran Track. I decided not to wear my jacket into the post office so I took it off and jumped out of the car. "Slam" (I need to lock the door now...oh it's already locked...where are my keys?...Oh hell...). Luckily (or so I thought) I had rolled down my window slightly so I decided to reach in and unlock it myself. This resulted in an epic display of athleticism as I climbed up the side of my car, then tried standing on my tip toes, waving my arm around inside of the car, and then realizing this wasn't going to happen. (Oh well. I'll figure something out. I'll just go into the...what the hell...my elbow is stuck... this really hurts...CALF CRAAAAAAMP!!... I'm bruising...I'm loosing circulation...) HELP! HELP! No one even looked twice at me. I concluded that I would have to break my own elbow to get out because no one would even help me to do that. SOME PEOPLE! Needless to say it took me 3 minutes to free my arm.
.....Oh. What happened next you ask? How did I get my keys out? Well that story is almost as awesome as the one I already told. I went into the post office and when I came out I waited on the back bumper of may car to scout out the people pulling into the parking lot. I waited and judged people until I found a tall, skinny person. I can't even explain to you how PISSED I was that Clara and Michael didn't come to the post office in Colorado Springs to help me. I was irrationally angry that the world's tallest, fittest, and most attractive couple was not there to rescue me. I have one word for the pair of you...USELESS.... oh and I will add...ASSHOLE. I mean that in a nice way now but NOT THEN. See if I'm around the next time they need an average heighted, small handed, teacher to do something for them. DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO CALL....but seriously if you guys want to Skpe or call sometime that would be great :)
ANYWHO, I settled on this skinnier, tall guy who drove up in a white van. He was covered in paint and it didn't take me very long to figure out he did speak English very well. All in all I felt like this was an extrememly safe and well thought out decision. No. Not really. I asked him if he would help me break into my car using a lot of hand getures and I smiled a bunch. He reached his hand in and pulled up on the lock. As soon as he did this the alarm went off, which I knew would happen but he had no clue. "I sorry! So sorry! I...I..." "K-bye :)" And I drove off.
Other things have happened too but there's just too much to say. Hopefully I will frequent Starbucks more often or shell out the cash for internet...maybe next month. Ta-ta!
