My Bloody Strength

The other night, I discovered that I have superhuman strength.

I should preface this story with the fact that I don't use my dishwasher. I lack many domestic skills, and finding just the right amount of dish detergent is one of them. So, in order to avoid having not-quite-clean or soap-stained dishes, I hand wash everything I use. To avoid this task, I usually buy paper plates. (I know, I know: Go Green.)

But on Tuesday night, I was out of paper plates. And I needed a quesadilla.

Fast forward to a bit later in the night, when I decided I needed to wash my quesadilla plate before I went to sleep. Well, there was a little cheese stuck on the plate, so I knew I would have to take the sponge to it. And I did. Cue my Herculean power!

I made one quick stroke with the sponge, and the plate broke in half in my bare hands! I felt the pain in my hands from being sliced by the plate, and I saw the blood gushing into the sink, but I made no reaction for a brief time as I stared down at what had just happened. I was just so flippin' amazed at my brute strength!

It dawned on me that I should tend to my wounds, so I finally went to wrap my blood-gushing hands and cover them in bandages. I used Spiderman, Batman and neon Band-Aids, of course (yes, I needed that many). I'm not going to lie: it hurt pretty badly. I'm still missing that chunk of skin on my index finger that departed so suddenly.

These injuries have put quite a damper on certain parts of my life. Typing on the computer sure has been a bit more challenging than usual, seeing as how my multitude of Band-Aids slow me down and cause more typos. Then, when people see my awesome bandages, they naturally want to know why I'm covered in them. It's hard for me to stay humble in such situations. I mean, how can I not brag about how much of a beast I really am?

Needless to say, I'm buying more paper plates when I go to the grocery store this weekend.

Nap? Yes, please.

Obviously the Mavs are in some trouble right now.

We are down 0-2 to the Denver Nuggets, and I am not quite sure how the series will pan out. Sure, I love to have faith in my boys, but, let's face it, things are looking rather grim right now. I also don't like the fact that we went 0-4 against Denver in the regular season. Let's just hope this doesn't get even uglier in game three.

I also need Josh Howard to stop getting hurt. That would be super. We've dug ourselves into a hole, and he is one of the key components to help us climb back to the top. After all, as Miley Cyrus so poignantly tells us, "it doesn't matter how fast [we] get there, doesn't matter what's waiting on the other side; it's the climb."

In other news, I really want to get my book published. It's been about a year since I met with a publishing company, but it was a private one that was asking for way too much money. I am thinking maybe the best way to go about this would be to hire an agent. Hopefully there will be updates to come on this soon.

For now, I am just going to hope I make it through the day without falling asleep. I stayed up late for those Mavs, and all they did was disappoint me (well, that and leave me sleep deprived). At least it's already Wednesday, right?

Less than one month until summer vacation. What, what?!

MAYfulness

I survived my first TAKS experience.

I'm really not sure what else to say about that, and there are so many legalities involved with standardized testing, so I am just going to leave it at that. It is finished...well, for this year, anyway.

I'm watching the Rangers game right now. We had a 3-0 lead on the White Sox, but it's now tied at 3 in the bottom of the sixth inning. I always put faith in these guys, and there always seem to disappoint me. But, again, I am hopeful this season. Plus, if Ian Kinsler weren't married, I think we might have a future together. Too bad I missed out on that one.

Speaking of potential husbands, I plan on attending a lot of Rough Riders games this summer. It might be better to go for a minor league player, anyway. Although, I really don't know if I would ever date a baseball player, because I would constantly have a hidden fear that he was doing steroids, so maybe I will just scratch that idea altogether. But I still plan on attending those games.

I did a 5k last weekend, and I was very displeased with my performance, so I think I'm going to do another one next Saturday (not tomorrow). I need to redeem myself, and I love racing.

I can't decide if it's normal that it's a Friday night, barely after 8:30, and my eyelids are becoming very heavy and very droopy. I guess it's something that comes with being a first-year teacher.

Wow, Ian Kinsler just made ANOTHER infield error. Good thing that relationship didn't work out. That was just plain awful. And Derek Holland was just called for a balk. Here we go again, Rangers. Here we go. (On a side note, I must give props to Holland for having the same birthday as me.)

Happy Friday!