commitment phobia starts young

commitment phobia starts young

Yesterday I tried to persuade some of the (little) kids to help me clean up the blocks so I used a little trick I learned back in college.

Me: “I’m so weak. I need a very strong person to come help me put these blocks away.” (wink, wink)

Little boy (age 5) named Romeo standing next time jumps up and down and says, “Me, me! I’m strong! I’m real strong, Mrs. Tow. I can do it!”

Little girl (age 3) named Elise watches, comes over and says, “WOW! You ARE a good helper, Romeo.”

Me: “Romeo is a good helper, isn’t he?”

Elise: “Yes, that’s because he is my boyfriend.”

Me: “He is!?”

I look over at Romeo who looks perplexed and quickly shakes his head “no,” as in “NO WAY.” Elise looks over at the same time and witnesses his rejection.

Elise: “Romeo! We’re ALL friends at school. You ARE my boyfriend. We are all friends.”

Romeo: “I am NOT your boyfriend. I’m just a kid!”

Out of the closet…er, bed…

Out of the closet…er, bed…

Ok- so last week I basically shut down and crawled under the covers after my seriously terrible week. Did I mention that it ended with a “BANG” when I literally backed into something after my dr.’s appt (for my hand) and dented in the back of my bumper?


It was then that I decided I needed to go into hiding….

Somehow I managed to get out of bed on Monday and make it to work. Thankfully some one from above had pity on me and turned some of the bad things from last week around and it ain’t so bad anymore.

Good: Hand is not infected and does not need stitches or antibiotics!

Even Better: Jenny and Brandi are in town!

Best EVER: We got invited to be in an IVF study!!!!

Yes, that’s right. Take that you mean patch study that kicked us out because of some lousy test results!! Matt and I qualify for an IVF study that is taking place nationwide and is only accepting 200 people. It’s not free, but it’s about a 75% savings since all we have to pay for are drugs and ultrasounds.


Ok, so things aren’t final yet but it’s looking like a very real possibility. I’ll keep you posted.

It’s really all so romantic in a way. My eggs will be super fine and mature (x25) in their little posh pietre dish. Matt’s big boy’s will stop by in their gnarly syringe and get their groove on. That little party produces a few babies-in-a-tube and next thing you know, BAM!, Matt and I have our own tv show.

I know you’re jealous.

Strike 3- No good very bad week gets worse…

Strike 3- No good very bad week gets worse…

really….is it possible to have this bad of a week??

So, today I started the day like normal. All was going smooth. Only had to take one cell phone away and didn’t have to scream too much. I went to move the utility cart with my laptop and projector on it but got the wheel caught on a students chair leg. So when I yanked it, I managed to squeeze my hand between the cart and the little metal tray of the white board that holds your markers and the erasers. Not the front part, but the really sharp side part. The part that gauged my left hand and had me seeing stars. The part that nearly made me say a string of curse words in front of my students and brought tears to my eyes. I composed myself long enough to get to the sink and wash it off. But wait, this isn’t any cut….it’s a crazy deep white board marker dust infested cut.


So, I tried to put pressure on it, but realized very quickly that the pain and the blood are too much to handle for the rest of this 90 minute class period. So, I call up front to get a person to watch my class while I go the clinic.

Clinic status- closed….Go figure.

So Mrs. Archer, the nice lady at the front desk who handles all the referrals, is nice enough to help me rinse off the cut and put some gauze and a band aide on it. She also has a secret stash of advil. HALLELUJAH!

I get back to class and realize that the advil is just not cutting it. I need heavier drugs. Vicodin, anyone? Oh, wait…I’m at school…

Somehow, I manage to make it through the rest of the afternoon and then decide I’m going to need to see someone to check out my hand and at least get the dry eraser marker particles out of my cut. I fill out my work comp. forms and drive myself to a very scary workers comp walk-in clinic.

Me: “Yes, I cut my hand at school and just need someone to clean it up for me.”

RNP: “Ok, let me take a look and clean it up for you.”

Me: “Yeah, I just need to get the marker particles out. Ouch”

RNP: “Yeah, we’ve cleaned it out, but you have a little hole in there. I think we’ll need to do a couple of stitches and then get you a tetanus shot.”

Me: “Oh, no that’s ok. I just needed it cleaned so it won’t get infected.”

RNP: “Um, no. You’re going to need a couple of stitches. It’ll get infected without stitches”

Me: “No, I’m fine. Really.”

RNP: “No, you’re not.”

Me: “Puuuuhhhhleeaaaassseee, don’t make me get stitches.”

So, to make a short story long, I managed to talk her into just putting those little butterfly tape thingies on instead to keep it together. But, I still had to get the stupid tetanus. Ouch!!!

I’ve got to come back on Monday for a follow-up and to insure it’s healing properly. Otherwise it’s going to be stitches and antibiotics for me!!!

How many days until summer, again?

Roller coaster ride

Roller coaster ride

This week has been one crazy roller coaster ride.

Up: Kudos to me from Vice-Principal via email to entire faculty- regarding the presentation I made last week at the meeting

Up: Receive Fertility Charm- charged with Reiki (sp??) just for me!! Thanks Cheri22!

Down: Tornado on Tuesday- resulted in loss of power and duck and cover procedure with 20 teenagers.

Down: Contract renewals- AP decided to observe me during the loss of power for my annual review!

Down: Cell-phones and teenagers- confiscated phone once power came back on after tornado left. Cell phone had very graphic pornographic image of male genitalia.

**Taylor, if you are reading this please never ever ever have any pornographic images on your cell phone. Especially at school! Besides that fact that your mom will lose it, kids and pornography are against the law!!!***

Up: Steve-O finally gets cut from DWTS!!

Up: Acupuncture rocks!

Down: More bad news from the fertility specialist… 😦

Down: Trainer informs me I’m eating all the wrong foods…. double 😦

Love/Hates this week…
I love that new BEP song “Boom Boom Pow.” I love how the one guy is named and when Fergie says “ drop the beat now.” Oooh, and when she says “I’m so 3008. You so 2000 and late.” She’s good….

I hate infertility. I’m sorry to say that I also hate pregnant people again. *sigh’*

Not you Jenny, though! Unless you are skinnier than me and pregnant. Then I do hate you. Just joking! Not really.

Well, sort of.

Ok, I really am joking for real. 🙂

Kind of…..

Twist-ties beware!

Twist-ties beware!


Small Adolescent Feline named: Tiger Lily

Aliases: Lily Pie, Lily Girl, Little Girl, Pooter, Stinky Butt, and Trouble

Crime: Stalks, preys, and repeatedly ravaging twist ties. Will also prey on bottle caps if unable to find twist ties. Victims not limited to inanimate objects in the kitchen. Has also been known to attack small insects.

Approach with Caution!

This feline is armed with needle-like claws and is not afraid to use them. Has the ability to “tear you a new one” if you are not completely aware of surroundings.

Last seen using owner’s tush as a springboard to attack earring on the nightstand as family slept.
Belated Easter

Belated Easter

Been busy these past few days and didn’t get a chance to update you on our Easter. We had a quiet one with my parents that started with Easter Mass at our Church. Afterwards we went to the Paradise in S.H. for some breakfast and then went back to my parents house for dessert. I made a peanut butter pie with an oreo crust and some Easter chocolate covered pretzels. I got this amazing pic of a butterfly in parents yard eating from a flower! It was a beautiful and restful Easter. I hope all of you had a wonderful Easter as well.
For your viewing pleasure:
Mr. & Mrs. Tow of Clearwater, Fl

Mom & Daddy relaxing with Matt on the porch

Yummy homemade Easter-themed chocolate covered pretzels

Can you believe I was able to get this close to the butterfly feeding?

TV talk

TV talk

Want to hear something funny?

Matt and I are totally addicted to that show Split Ends on The Style Network. Yes, you heard correctly- Matt and I.

OMG, it is so freaking hilarious, I can’t contain myself. The drama is gossip worthy and the flamboyancy is to the max. You’ve got to watch it at least once. The premise is that two completely different stylists swap salons.

Here is a clip.

Ok, what do you think? Want to hear the best part? MY SALON IS IN THE FINAL STAGES TO BE ON THE SHOW!!! EEEKKKK!!

On another note, I’ve been watching the Real Housewives of New York so I watched the sneak peek for the New Jersey series about to start in May and I’m totally in like.

My favorite line: “Happy Wife, Happy Life.”

Gotta love it….