Could it BE any hotter?!

I miss Joey Tribiani...

Some days I wonder why I live in a place that registers triple digits, consistently, every summer. Take me away to the mountains! Really. Take me. Now.

Thinking about making some frozen margaritas and thought I'd post the recipe. My mom calls it the "$40,000 Margarita Recipe" because I learned to make them at my private, expensive, Baptist college. Hey, you gotta learn something, right?

Here it is:

6 oz. frozen limeade concentrate
6 oz. frozen lemonade concentrate
12 oz. lemon/lime soda (sprite, 7-up, sierra mist, etc.)
12 oz. tequila (or more, depending on how your day was)
3 oz. triple sec

Mix together. Depending on how *frozen* you want them, add ice and part of this mixture and blend! Enjoy!

Killer Yoga

I seriously thought I was going to die this morning - really.

I haven't been to my hot yoga class in months (because the last time I went, I thought I was going to die). I went with two girlfriends, so there was back-up and witnesses, in case the need arose.

It was 98.6 degrees and 60% humidity - the kind of air that's hard to breathe it's so thick. I did okay, but I could. not. stop. panting. Not even breathing, PANTING!

The best part of the class was when it was over. I am sore, I feel good, and most of all, I am breathing normally again. Finally.

I should probably update my emergency call list.

I Just Want a Job

Don't let anyone tell you that there is a teacher shortage - trust me, there is NOT! About the time I changed careers, the economy hit the toilet and I've been looking for a teaching job ever since. Apparently, I'm not sleeping with the right people - it's all about WHO you know, not WHAT you know. Not that I know a whole lot - I AM a new teacher, but I have 20 years of grown-up, professional experience behind me, so I feel like I'm a little ahead of the new graduates (plus, I'd be cheap too)!

I know my time will come and I'll "end up where I'm supposed to be", but in the meantime I'll just bitch and groan.

I miss the camaraderie of belonging to a team of people and working together for the greater good (or sitting around griping about the greatest bad - ha ha)!

I need a purpose, besides "mom" or "cleaner" or "taxi driver" - something more fulfilling to pass the time.

One of these days...

First Day of Summer Vacation

...with the kids - gah! They are already at each other's throats and I'm ready to ship them off to daycare and start working at a coffee shop - anything to justify sending them somewhere.

Twelve weeks to go until school starts...

I wanted to start this blog so that I can have a place to vent my frustrations, without sucking the lifeblood from my husband, children, and friends. A place to document all the little niggly things that happen day-to-day. The things that start out, "Don't you just hate it when (fill in the blank)?"

I'm a much more humane human when I can get it out in a vent and then move on, you know? I've never been one of these people that saves up all the bombs and then goes on an out-of-nowhere "bombing run" - this is one great thing about aging. Well, I guess in my 20's I was one of those people, but as I get older, I don't really care what people think, so I let it out.