Um, ew.

This morning, when I walked into the office, there was a bloody squirrel tail and some little squirrel feet hanging out in the yard by the walkway. Not sure where the rest of Mr. Squirrel ended up, but I have a suspicious feeling about the German Shepherd next door. Anyway, it was gross. Apparently we squealed and carried on about it enough that a maintenance man just came into the yard, threw a half-amused, half annoyed glance at the front door, and chunked the squirrel parts into a trash bag. With his bare hands. I kind of want to find him a rabies shot.

I think I need a clone. And new tires.

I have decided that tomorrow, I may just lose my mind. Between the hours of 8:00 am and 2:00 pm, I have to give 1 autism assessment, 3 teacher interviews, 1 transfer ARD meeting (which is going to add another counseling kid to my caseload), and 3 counseling sessions, plus schedule a parent interview (with a very pregnant mother whose due date was five minutes ago and could possibly go into labor in my office...wouldn't that be fun?) with an interpreter and coordinate 2 more parent meetings. And scream like a crazy person and pull out my hair. Granted, I kind of forgot to get the 2 parent info sheets, and I did wait until the last two weeks for the teacher interviews. Anyway. This is precisely the reason I am SO ready to graduate and be a real school psychologist in ONE district, rather than splitting my time between two.

In other news, I am thisclose to writing a letter of complaint to the Toyota dealership in Waco. I find letter writing very therapeutic....I've written letters to George W. Bush (about the idocracy that is the No Child Left Behind act), the editor of the Waco Tribune Herald (about his apparent need to comment on every letter in the Letters to the Editor section), and various other people/organizations that have frustrated me at some point in my life. The thing is, I never send them. I write the letters, get it out of my system, and move on with my life. So, if I were to send a letter to the Toyota people, it might go a little something like this.

Dear Toyota service department,
This afternoon, I brought my car in for an oil change and a tire rotation. When I went to the cashier's window to pay, she noticed that the amount seemed off, and after reading the teeny tiny print on the invoice, noticed that you didn't rotate my tires. Apparently, they're completely worn down and need to be replaced. The cashier seemed a little shocked when I told her that nobody said anything to me about the tires. If she hadn't read that part of the invoice, I wouldn't have known, and since I drive over 80 miles on country roads to work and back every day, that could have been BAD NEWS. I'm not very happy with the quality of your customer service, since you kind of forgot to tell me that MY TIRES ARE COMPLETELY BALD AND I COULD DIE IF I KEEP DRIVING ON THEM. I'd like you to know that I'm purchasing tires from another company, and I might start getting oil changes there. On a lighter note, I was very pleased to wait only 55 minutes today, rather than the usual hour and half typically required for an oil change at your dealership.
Have a great day!


Whew. I feel better now. Thanks for letting me vent. ;-)

Here goes nothing.

So, I've decided to give in to peer pressure and try this whole blogging thing. I had a xanga a while back (does anybody even know about xanga anymore?), but I'm a slacker and didn't keep up with it. So, I decided to give blogger a shot. I think maybe 2 people might end up reading this, and I have no idea what I'm doing (because I'm technologically incompetent), but it looked like fun. So, here goes.





I figure, at some point, the 2 people who might read this blog will probably wonder where my crazy blog title comes from (or not, but I'm going to tell you anyway). First, I must introduce you to my boyfriend. He's cute, funny, precocious, and knows how to show a girl a good time. We go on fun dates to the museum, zoo, HEB, and the donut shop, and he even offered to drive once (I politely declined, seeing as his feet wouldn't touch the pedals). This is HD.Yes, those would be underpants around his neck. He's starting a new fashion trend, can't you tell? HD belongs to a good friend of mine who lets me borrow him once a week-ish. A few weeks ago, we had just pulled into the donut shop parking lot, when he said, "Wiener (long story, I'll tell it later), I wonder what clouds taste like". After I got over the fact that a 3-year-old asked such a philosophical question, he and I decided that clouds probably taste like cotton candy, or maybe popcorn. Then we went inside and he ate a huge powdered sugar donut.

I chose his sweet ponderance as a blog title because it's random, kind of like my thoughts/comments/life. Also, I firmly believe that if everyone spent more time thinking about things like the flavor of clouds, we'd be a lot happier and whole lot nicer to everyone else. Think about it.