Take a Breather

I had so many blogging friends enjoy Christina's "Superbitch" that I thought I would do a mid-week breather for all to enjoy. It's a little more country than pop, but the same kick-ass angry girl music you know I so enjoy. And so, I hope you enjoy.

Here's a clip of Kelly Pickler's CMA performance, "Best Days of Your Life."

Note: My love of Kelly Pickler extends to "Red High Heels" and now this. Even if you're not a fan or perhaps know nothing of her, watch anyway. It will make you smile. Two days until the weekend!

Have No Fear, The Weekend is Here!

As you could probably tell, the week started off a little less than par. Monday was a rough dayfilled with emotional inner-turmoil, children refusing to listen or follow directions, slight conflict with Mr. Perfect, and the beginnings of this sickness that has slowly conquered my body. However, as the week went on, my mood grew more positive. Yesterday was exciting and today is my day off therefore, you know Classy is a happy girl. Why was yesterday exciting you may be wondering? Well, it was the 42nd Annual Academy of Country Music Awards. If you have read anything about me, you are aware that I love all kinds of music from T Pain to Jimmy Buffett, Destiny's Child to John Mayer, Christina Aguilera to Sugarland. And so, CMA day was quite exciting as AMA day will be next week. However, as the CMAs are held in Music City, Little Miss Classy was quite star struck just knowing how many celebrities whom I admire and sing along with daily were so close to home. It was quite a day. My morning drive to work began such excitement with just talk (via my favorite radio duo) of all of the fame less than ten miles away from me, a surprise visit from dear ol' Dad at work as he was passing through town continued the excitement, and the majority of my favorites winning last night concluded such a terrific Wednesday!

Recap if you're interested at all: 

1) Male vocalist of the year- Brad Paisley (for the 2nd year in a row)

2) Female vocalist of the year- Carrie Underwood (for the 3rd year in a row)

3) Song of the Year- Sugarland's "Stay"

4) Vocal Group of the Year- Rascal Flatts

5) Vocal Duo of the Year- Sugarland

6) Album of the Year- George Strait

7) New Artist of the Year- Lady Antebellum

8) Entertainer of the Year- Kenny Chesney (for the 4th year in a row)

...Those are the big ones I believe. Minus the leather pants that so many chose to perform in and a select other "what was she thinking?" moments, I'd say the fashion watch was pretty exciting as well. Don't worry, you'll get a recap of the AMA's next week as well. I'm a sucker for awards shows. I can't help myself. 

Anyway, today is my day off for the week. Another bit of good news/bad news is the change in schedule I'm preparing for beginning on the 24th of November. We're returning to 8 hour work days as opposed to ten. Bright side: No more 7:30-5:30 work days. I like the sound of 8:15-5:15. (Especially since there is a half hour of mandatory break and a half hour of overtime pay every day) Dark side: No more off days. However, if I'm not so exhausted working ten hours every day, I might not be so ready for an off day by the end of a long week. We'll see how it works out. I believe I'm okay with this at this point in time. 

Aside from my sickness, it hasn't been a bad week. I'm very much looking forward to my Friday and Saturday nights. The weekend is always the best part of any week. I hope all of you enjoy yours as well! If anything terribly exciting happens, you'll be the first to know... 

Survival of the Fittest

Well, first and oh so important... I survived Wednesday without any major catastrophes! No uncontrollable headaches at work, no family deaths, and no flat tires! This is something to truly celebrate! 

Something else to celebrate, Road trips! And the countdown is on for my road trip of the weekend... and another day to survive. I don't so much have much trouble surviving bitches though and I'm so excited about this trip. Island girl is headed to the city tonight and tomorrow morning, we head out. Hundreds of miles of singing along to the songs we partied to in college, catching up with one another and gossiping about the people we're about to be surrounded by, and scheming up escape plans in case of emergency. Can't wait! 

But before all of this can ensue, I must enjoy my day off of work by one final day of shopping before the main event! Still without the "perfect" thing to wear for the weekend and with payday conveniently being yesterday, wish me luck! Fashion always makes me stronger, doesn't it you? 

I'm sure I'll have stories to share on Monday! Have a great weekend all!

Unbelievable.

Once again, another fantastic Wednesday. I had a total of 4 children in class today due to rain and sickness, I suppose. No matter, it was a relaxing day filled mostly with decorating my classroom for the Autumn season. Favorite sub with me again and all 4 children were my "good kids" of the class. Pretty easy day... so it had to be something before the end of it, right? Right. 

It's just always something. And today, it was a very flat tire that I heard rumbling around as I got off the interstate headed home from work. Luckily, I was the dumbass who continued driving the one to two miles from the interstate to my apartment. I know, I know. Retard. Listen, it's sketch around here, I'm not trying to stop somewhere I'm unsure about.  It's cool, I'm okay, wheel unbent and all. Anyway, I'm now awaiting AAA to come and rescue me. 

And it all comes back to the fact that I need a new car. Briefly mentioned in prior posts, there could be one in my future. Look, I know you can just as easily end up with a nail in a new car's tire as you can with my Little Red, however it's just one more thing to add to the list of faults poor Little Red has grown to acquire. Yes, she's been a good car... most of the time. See Roxie's tribute for details. Even so, it's time to move on. Seriously time. 

End of rant. Chalk another one up to Wednesdays. Pah.

And the Wait is Over.

At 3:45 this afternoon my grandmother passed away. I didn't know about it until after work when I called home to check in around 6. I cried all the way home, went and sat on my back porch alone and cried some more, simply taking in the cool breeze and the silence. I feel it hasn't fully set in and probably won't until I'm actually home surrounded by others who feel the way I'm feeling. The ironic part of it is that my mom said that this morning she actually had looked better. You know, more color, a little less "living dead" as she had been when I saw her Saturday. Her blood pressure, however, was something like 78/36. She warned me that it was probable by the end of the day, but I still wasn't prepared when she actually spoke the words. 

Another irony, today had been a really good day for a Wednesday. You know how my typical Wednesdays are. Well, today the children were relatively well-behaved, I had my favorite sub with me and we pretty much laughed all day, and I was productive, getting a lot of work actually accomplished. I was pretty proud of myself and feeling rather peaceful. More so than previously this week. Maybe that should've been my sign. 

At least it wasn't on my birthday right? From the looks of things now, hopefully the funeral won't fall on my birthday either. Hopefully, I'll be taking home a dose of a fun night out to keep me going throughout the remainder of the weekend. My brother says we should still go out Friday. I'm hoping things will settle within me and I'll be able to enjoy what I've been looking so forward to. We're trying for a positive Friday so we can make it through the negative Saturday and Sunday. Yay. Happy Birthday to me. 

Anyway, I'm just filing through many emotions at the moment. Hurt, Guilt, Anger, Sadness, Exhaustion.. all things that I'm sure anyone feels during this time. I could've held a few less grudges, I could've cared a little less about the late birthday cards, I could've been a little less distant, I could've been a little less selfish all around I suppose. 

Coulda, woulda, shoulda... Isn't that the way it always goes? I've really struggled tonight, but I'm a tough one. At least I can make myself seem that way. It should be quite the emotionally diverse weekend. I'll keep you posted. 

Am I the Only One?

Probably not is the answer to that question. But I'm just throwing it out there.. I feel like I've fallen into a hole. A hole of no return. A hole known to most as adulthood. Please get me back out, it's dark and scary... It's not been a good day. Typical Wednesday, they're usually not very good. It's just the getting through them that keeps me going. Just getting to Thursday, because then it's practically Friday and I'm one girl who worships Fridays. Why am I not a fan of Wednesdays you may ask? Well Wednesdays are my co-teacher's days off. This means they stick me with a "sub-type" who either knows how I handle my class or doesn't...it's hit or miss. One I love dearly, unfortunately, he's not with me today. So, my kids have been insane, not listening to anything anyone has to say to them. Now, this is to be expected on occasion. They're young. But this Wednesday also marks day 12 I've been stuck with this head cold turned sinus infection turned death. And I'm pretty much miserable. So bear with me... 

Back to this tragic hole. Can I please go back to 21 again? You may laugh and say, it really wasn't that long ago...but in my life at its present state, 21 seems ages ago. I feel like I live from weekend to weekend. Soaking up whatever I can and then it's back to the grind Monday morning.

I love my job. I really do. But work is work. Truth be told, none of us want to do it. Ever. It interferes with me taking off and seeing my favorite people whenever I so desire. It interferes with me being lazy and not getting of the couch for hours on end, watching re-run marathons of America's Next Top Model or Law & Order. It interferes with my shopping sprees and expenditures on items or clothing I don't really need, but were just too cute to pass up. Okay, maybe that last one is a good thing, because let's face it, I'm already broke.. but that's not the point. The point is this: Is this what my life is destined to be for 60+ more years?

Work, weekend, work, weekend, work.....

How depressing.

Just a bad day I suppose. A "case of the Mondays" on a Wednesday afternoon. I just miss my friends I guess.. Ready for everything to feel normal again and I'm afraid it's never going to.. How do you return to normal if you're not sure what normal is supposed to be now?

God help me. I sound like Dr. Phil. ha.

I suppose I should be counting my blessings. It could always be worse. After all, I could be the parent of one of these hellions...

Not. Even. Funny.