Have you seen all the shelled nuts in the stores lately? They put them out this time of year because a lot of people like to have nut bowls and nutcrackers for the holidays. Except that no place is selling the nutcrackers this year. One would imagine that if you sell pecans, almonds, and brazil nuts in their shells that one could purchase a tool to open them in the same establishment. One would be wrong.
These stores do however sell other necessary kitchen tools, such as a strawberry huller or a french fry cutter, because apparently we felt the need to reinvent the knife. But the best one I saw was an egg cracker. Seriously?? We've been cracking eggs for hundreds of years with our hands! Egg shells are not hard to crack. Not as hard as, say, a nut shell!
For anyone who purchases it, I think the packaging for the egg cracker needs to say this: "Directions: Put the egg cracker on the counter, turn around, and leave the kitchen. You do not belong in there!"
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Cobra Starship has been playing on my stereo again. And by that I'm saying I'm listening to my old theme song "Good Girls Go Bad." After being suppressed by my overly strict Christian school as a student, and now needing an outlet from being the strict teacher all week, I like to have a good time on the weekends. This past weekend I had a great time dancing and meeting strangers. I even kissed a man whose name I don't know--I merely called him "cowboy." But I didn't kiss him until after he told me how beautiful I was and asked me to marry him. (if some boys just figure out the right way to flatter a woman, they can get whatever they want.) After turning down a proposal, it would just be cold to refuse a kiss. I probably need to get out my copy of "The Rules" again, but I don't feel bad about anything.
Yes, I used to have the standard that I didn't kiss anybody until the third date, but things change. I don't feel bad that I've kissed a couple people whom I will likely never see again. But I'm still trying to figure out if I should. Life is not what I expected, and the black and white boundaries I had when I was 18 have all blurred.
I don't make decisions with the intent of being rebellious, but I feel like I'm that girl for whom the other Christians worry and pray a little extra when they think of it. Maybe I'm just a misunderstood personality. They tell me I have an affinity for being naked just because I didn't wear a shirt under my jacket to go to the grocery store one saturday morning. Or because sometimes I forget where I've taken my bras off in the house and other people find them. It's not like I'm doing a striptease for the neighbors! It's not like I'm going mattress surfing with random men--or any men! I'm just more comfortable sometimes without wearing all my garments.
I guess, if people want to judge me that's fine. It's not like I went from Mouseketeer to pornstar like a Disney girl gone wild. I'm just a single, Christian girl trying to figure out life.
Yes, I used to have the standard that I didn't kiss anybody until the third date, but things change. I don't feel bad that I've kissed a couple people whom I will likely never see again. But I'm still trying to figure out if I should. Life is not what I expected, and the black and white boundaries I had when I was 18 have all blurred.
I don't make decisions with the intent of being rebellious, but I feel like I'm that girl for whom the other Christians worry and pray a little extra when they think of it. Maybe I'm just a misunderstood personality. They tell me I have an affinity for being naked just because I didn't wear a shirt under my jacket to go to the grocery store one saturday morning. Or because sometimes I forget where I've taken my bras off in the house and other people find them. It's not like I'm doing a striptease for the neighbors! It's not like I'm going mattress surfing with random men--or any men! I'm just more comfortable sometimes without wearing all my garments.
I guess, if people want to judge me that's fine. It's not like I went from Mouseketeer to pornstar like a Disney girl gone wild. I'm just a single, Christian girl trying to figure out life.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Dirty, rotten juvies
Just to give fair warning, I'm a little bit pissy and a little bit PMS-y and I've been fighting the urge to curse all day.
Some dirty, rotten, high school thieves sneaked into my office today and stole my most cherished and useful possessions--my iPod and my cell phone! They also stole a granola bar, my peanut butter crackers, and $1.25, but that I could forgive.
The worst part is that I left my office unlocked. I sometimes lock, but I often forget or assume that if the teacher next door is there it won't matter. Well, the teacher next door left for a couple hours today and that's when the delinquents entered. The HS principal checked the security camera and knows it's one of three people, but he questioned them and got nowhere. I asked if he checked their pockets, and he said he's not allowed to do that. I'm fairly certain that with reasonable cause to believe they have stolen property, one should be allowed to search a body or call an officer to search the students. But it's too late now because the slimy brats have gone home and I doubt anyone else is as concerned as I am about retrieving my belongings. I filed a statement with the tribal police, but I don't have a lot of confidence in that going anywhere.
I really considered calling in sick to work today, but I figured mild cramps and a bad attitude weren't a good enough reason to miss work. Now, I really wish I hadn't gone to work. And if I need/want to call in tomorrow, I can't because my phone is gone!
We didn't even have students Monday, and Tuesday we cancelled school. Tomorrow the students get out early, but I have to stay until 4. It really shouldn't feel like a hard week, but the students get out of their routine and act out by throwing chairs, walking out of class, and beaning their classmates in the face with thrown crayons.
On the bright side, my cheerleaders finally seem like they understand the difference between right and left. Speaking of cheerleading, I don't think my co-coach is intending to come back any time soon. And his brother told me that he doesn't care about it because it's only junior highers that have been coming to practice. I tried calling him a couple times, but both phone numbers I have for him are disconnected. (this is actually quite typical on the rez. You can't count on anybody or anything being as it should be.) I'd probably quit too if that were an option, but at least this means I get the full $ amount of the sponsor's stipend.
Someday if I find a job at a nice, quiet suburban school, I may feel bored by the regularity and the lack of drama and lockdowns. After a day like today, I really hope to feel that bored someday soon.
Some dirty, rotten, high school thieves sneaked into my office today and stole my most cherished and useful possessions--my iPod and my cell phone! They also stole a granola bar, my peanut butter crackers, and $1.25, but that I could forgive.
The worst part is that I left my office unlocked. I sometimes lock, but I often forget or assume that if the teacher next door is there it won't matter. Well, the teacher next door left for a couple hours today and that's when the delinquents entered. The HS principal checked the security camera and knows it's one of three people, but he questioned them and got nowhere. I asked if he checked their pockets, and he said he's not allowed to do that. I'm fairly certain that with reasonable cause to believe they have stolen property, one should be allowed to search a body or call an officer to search the students. But it's too late now because the slimy brats have gone home and I doubt anyone else is as concerned as I am about retrieving my belongings. I filed a statement with the tribal police, but I don't have a lot of confidence in that going anywhere.
I really considered calling in sick to work today, but I figured mild cramps and a bad attitude weren't a good enough reason to miss work. Now, I really wish I hadn't gone to work. And if I need/want to call in tomorrow, I can't because my phone is gone!
We didn't even have students Monday, and Tuesday we cancelled school. Tomorrow the students get out early, but I have to stay until 4. It really shouldn't feel like a hard week, but the students get out of their routine and act out by throwing chairs, walking out of class, and beaning their classmates in the face with thrown crayons.
On the bright side, my cheerleaders finally seem like they understand the difference between right and left. Speaking of cheerleading, I don't think my co-coach is intending to come back any time soon. And his brother told me that he doesn't care about it because it's only junior highers that have been coming to practice. I tried calling him a couple times, but both phone numbers I have for him are disconnected. (this is actually quite typical on the rez. You can't count on anybody or anything being as it should be.) I'd probably quit too if that were an option, but at least this means I get the full $ amount of the sponsor's stipend.
Someday if I find a job at a nice, quiet suburban school, I may feel bored by the regularity and the lack of drama and lockdowns. After a day like today, I really hope to feel that bored someday soon.
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