Rules of the Game

It has been a million degrees below zero here lately.

Close school?  For a measely 4 inches of snow?  Mwahahahaha, I don't think so.  Plow the roads?  Why in heaven's name would we do that?  Let's just skid all over the place instead!

That might be a slight exaggeration.  It's more like 990,000 degrees below zero.  I'm not usually a hat person, but let me tell you, I am bundling up these days.

Extra points for wearing Bronco colors.  (P.S. Even though they sucked in the Super Bowl.) (P.P.S. I'm in my car but am NOT driving as I took this picture.  I feel the need to point that out.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm starting to settle into my day job and let loose a tad with the kids now that I'm getting to know them better.  For example, I had a conversation with some third grade boys during lunch today; they asked me if I had seen the "Fast and Furious" movies, and I asked them which of the 700 movies they were talking about.  They tried to convince me that there are only, in fact, 6 or 7 of those movies, and I tried to convince them that in movie lingo that's the same as 700.  I don't think they'll have me tutoring math anytime soon.  Which is a-okay with me.

And speaking of tutoring, that is going pretty well, too!  (My night job.)  In fact, I'm leaving in a few minutes to go to a session.

This Type A is starting to figure out the rules of this new life. 

Rule #1:  DO NOT FORGET TO WEAR YOUR BRACELET.  Tattoo?  What tattoo?

Rule #2:  Bring a 1-liter water bottle in the car and drink the entire thing before returning home from work.  Kidney stone?  What kidney stone?

No rules for Lucy.

Rule #3:  Pack vegetables for lunch.  I eat after my day job and on my way to grad class (or to run errands) and there is just enough of a time crunch that I am not tempted to buy an unhealthy lunch.  Fate has figured out a way for me to get a healthy meal in every.  single.  day.  I'm taking advantage even though I want 500 lattes from Starbucks and 955 burrito bowls from Chipotle.  Instead?  I eat turkey, carrots and celery.

Rule #4:   Repeat, repeat, repeat yourself.  It seems that young kids can never hear something too many times, particularly a couple I work with who have some learning and developmental disabilities.  When I wake up in the middle of the night, some of these phrases are going through my head.  I figure it's only a matter of time until I start signing to Lucy.  And then she'll start signing back.

Rule #5:  It's not all about the rules.  I'm juggling things these days, still learning this new schedule, hoping to pick up a couple more tutoring gigs, and hoping to interview for a university T.A. position next month.  It's OK to feel overwhelmed.  I have been working the straight up 9 to 5 scene for many years now.  It makes sense that it will take me a few weeks to settle into the here-a-job, there-a-job, everywhere-a-job-job routine.

Time to go rock some phonics, my friends.  (Also?  Fabulous Literary Society last night!  And you know I'm referring to the food.  More about that and a couple of other books soon, my peeps!)