Hello double standards

After the class I took last semester,I didn't think that I would ever find a more unorganized or careless or uninterested instructor. Then I signed up for this online creative writing class at school. All I can say is &%(*)#&%*#(@&%#@*(...

She has these deadlines where we HAVE to turn work into the dropbox by 11:59 pm or it will be considered late and we will be docked points. There are 3 days that things are due each week...usually  Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. So I didn't know that I was also signing up for a weekend class on top of this??? Well, about 4 weeks ago her (the instructor) ceiling had water damage or something, and it caved in. I feel like she totally used that to her advantage. She is hardly in on the class discussions because she said that she is using all of this time to read or other work and give us feedback on them. Well...I have 2...here me?? 2 papers that I have been waiting WEEKS on for this damn feedback. I am so over her ceiling- get over it and do your dang job now. She already said that it is fixed- so what now?? Why is she not giving feedback OR leading (or even sort of participating in) discussions? Every time I have to submit something, I get so mad. I want to go on strike...or really, I want to go to the offices and get my damn money back and drop the class with NO penalty to my GPA or anything. I have learned NOTHING because she is not there. The assignments are just not doing it for me. AND I have no idea of my grade and it's almost mid-terms. She has only given feedback on ONE weeny little thing I wrote so far. Grrrr... This is a waste of my time because she is horrible as a teacher. Fine- yep...she has been published, am I supposed to drop at her feet and let her ignore the class and be OK with that? She even pulled the "Let me ask my writer friends what they think" when a guy challenged her on a comment she left on his paper about a word he used at the "wrong" time. Ohhhhh you WRITER friends....yeah- I forgot. You are SOOOO much better, let's all be intimidated by you and your flippin' writer friends.
Ugh...I am so done. I thought I would love this class, but thanks to her, I HATE it. I dread having to do the assignments and I hate the time I have to spend away from my family when I feel like it is for nothing because she pretty much sucks as a teacher.
Ok...I am done bitching. Now I have to go finish an assignment so I can never get graded on it.

QotD: Unexpected Dinner Guests

You have four unexpected guests showing up for dinner in less than an hour, you haven't been to the store in days, and you want to impress them with a delicious meal. What do you serve them?

Pizza-n-pasta- no question. I would be too busy cleaning my house to worry about cooking!

QotD: Lost Touch

Whom have you lost touch with that you wish were still in your life?

There are a few people who fit this description for me, but most of all...it is a girl named Shandie, who used to live across the street from me when we were little. She moved to Florida and we kept in touch for a while after that...then came marriage and kids and I haven't kept in touch with her. I still think about her everyday and sometimes I want to try to find her dad's number so he can give me her number... if he still lives in the state! I have tried to find her number but can't find her anywhere...so I assume she is married?? Now I need to try to find her dad! I miss her and I always wonder what she is doing now, if she's married or has kids??? So many fun memories of the two of us and of childhood thanks to her! She was my very fist "real" friend!

Boredom. Yawn. I am sick of this room. I want to go out and play.

Let me just say that as much as I wanted  a break before, this is not exactly what I meant. Although this does have a positive side to it too! (That being an answer to everything I have already wrote about the last time I had surgery...and I don't exactly want to repeat it). I got home Friday and I have pretty much not left this room since then. Its not that I couldn't leave it...its just those stairs at the end of the hallway, and the rowdy boys that might forget NOT to plow mommy over for a few more weeks! They have been so cute though. They come running in here and when they get about 5 feet away, they tiptoe to me and give me the sweetest hugs ever. I am so ready to get up and paint a room, and play football with them and all of that fun stuff. But here I sit...reading magazines and hoping that somebody updates their Facebook so I have something new to read. Hopefully a few more days and I will be feeling like a million dollars and will leave this god for saken room already.
The good stuff though...my doctor thinks he found and fixed the cause of the pain I have (or had???) so I can't whine about being laid up too much! All I wanted was to be done with it forever...and now I might have that chance!!! Yippie :) He also told me that for him, doing my surgery was "Actaully quite fun." He has only seen what I have (had) 4 times in his whole career. Apparantly I am unique he says...and that its a good place to be because then people are always thinking about you. He is so sweet. I love my doctor. He has no idea how much everything he has done, actaully means to me- and I am determined make him a little card to let him know :)
I am relieved that this part is over. I have a happier outlook on everything now...not that I wasnt happy before, but I was always feeling this or worried about the next time it would flare up...so now I don't think I will have to do that anymore- and that is beyond words to me.
another thing...I don't want to end this post. It is giving me something to do other than read magazines or sit on Facebook. I have a couple of assignments I need to do but to tell you the truth...I am in NO mood to do them right now. My professor gave me all the time I needed to get them done and I dont feel like I would do really good work on them right now. I have done 1, and I will do another later on tonight. 
What else...I had the roommate from He** in the hospital. She was loud and rude, and she got the side with the window. She treated the nurses like horse crap and yelled at everyone to shut the door ALL THE WAY when they left. Really- when people feel like crap, why should they have to share a room anyway? The last thing I want is for someoen to see me when I am feeling like that! BUT...then I don't know what happened. I started to feel bad for her and I don't know why. She never had anyone up there with her so I thought maybe she didn't have any friends or family...I don't know. Eventually- she just didn't irritate me as much.
Alright... I am getting sick of this post now. If you are bored...email me! Or go update Facebook so I have something new to read... I am loosing my mind here!!! :)

I love you all :) And thank you so much for calling- and Mom and Lynn...for the flowers :) I love them!!!!!!

3 Stitches later...

This has been one of my worst fears as a mom. We have dealt with a couple of broken collar bones in Andy, but never had to do stitches with any of the kids. Until last night. We were at my grandma's for Justin's birthday party and we were thinking about getting ready to leave. Justin, Haylee and Ryan were in the library playing and we were out in the living room getting the presents ready to go to the van. Then I head Ryan screaming- the type of scream that made me sprint down the hall (I think I almost knocked someone off their feet- so sorry to whoever that was!) And sweet little Haylee had already swooped him up and was hugging him to make him feel better. I didn't look around the room too much because I was too busy looking at Ryan to see if I could find his owie. He seemed fine but then I saw blood dripping down the back of his head. It was one of those things where I knew right away he needed stitches but I still thought maybe I was over reacting for a second. So I asked Lynn what she thought and she (with her calm nursing reassuring-ness)....(I just made up a word!) thought so too. We loaded up the kids and we were off...it was the longest drive to the ER. Every red light, getting stuck behind s....l....o....w.... people....I was pissed. We didn't wait too long and they were able to send him down the hall to urgent care instead of sending him through the ER, so that was nice.

He was spoiled rotten by the nurse. She gave him a banana popsicle while she washed off his cut. But then came the stitches. Needless to say, he was a little peeved. I dont think he has been swaddled since he was a newborn, but that was the only way they could do it safely. It took the doctor doing the stitches, the nurse to hold his head, and they grabbed another tech to hold his little burrito wrapped arms and legs so he didnt flail around and hurt himself while they were sewing him up! Even the guy who was holding him, commented on how strong he is :) This guy was needing toput most of his weight into holding Ryan still! Thats my little tough guy!  Once they were done, he sat up and gave me a hug and then looked at the three of them and went "hmph" giving them the dirtiest look I have ever seen his sweet little face make!!  The nurse was SO sweet and she felt so bad that she came back in with 5 different stuffed animals for him to choose from. He wouldnt pick right away, and we got onto the subject of how to care for his stitches, when I hear this demanding little voice yell out "BEAR!" She melted (so did I, what can I say?? My kid is flipping adorable!) She stopped what she was doing and got his bear, just like he demanded. Then we got to leave, and on our way out of the room, the doctor laughed and said that the nurse poiled Ryan with the bear. But at that point, the nurse wasnt done yet. She walked over to the sticker basket and showed him all of thier stickers...they had Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Sponge Bob, bears, snowmen, and a couple others. Ryans eyes lit up and when I asked him which one he wanted, the nurse said, "No, no...these are ALL for Ryan!" Oh...ok :) So he left with a new bear, a bunch of stickers and a banana popsicle all over his face. Now....don't go getting any ideas honey. I do not want to go back there- so don't go and get anymore owies just so you can go back to the hospital and get more popsicles and presents!