I have a love/hate relationship with pears

Love= the taste
Hate= the juice and the knife that I used to cut the pears with... the same knife that I (stupidly!) ate a piece of pear off of and then accidently cut my tongue. Ouch.
On the plus side, I have insanely amazing numbing liquid. It's supposed to be used for tooth/gum aches, and I've used it for those reasons many many times (see: no health insurance) but, contrary to what my mom thought, it actually does help numb your tongue as well.

Tomorrow I work with the kiddies again. I'm observing 2 8th grade classrooms. It's part fun, part boring. I don't do much besides observe the teacher teaching, but then again I'm not sure I'm ready to do much yet anyway. Although maybe if I did more I'd feel more confident about doing more? Vicious circle. But regardless, I don't think the teacher wants me to do more, she seems like she has her lessons down.

I've been wanting to try out wordpress for a blog for quite awhile now, and since I have to 'journal' (whatever that means) all of my teaching observations anyway, I made a wordpress journal for my teaching. But it's private, because I figured it's safer that way (even though I don't reveal location/names etc) and I can use those posts later as a way of making a cohesive journal. Maybe. That's the plan anyway.

I'm trying to keep myself occupied, with DLS I seem to have an extra hour on my hands before I make my normal nightly Skype call to Australia. Only 10 minutes left now, and I think I may end this here just because I still have to find socks, change the tv channel, put some fruit away (pears! & grapes), and reapply the numbing liquid to my tongue. Wish me luck in speaking with a numb tongue!

past/present

2 days ago I made this rainbow cake).
It was yummy.


Yesterday, my dad left. Supposedly for good this time.

Today, I was woken up by yelling (yet again) because he had come back. And while he had a semi-legitamit reason for coming back (he brought my van back that he had borrowed), he did his usual craziness when he went through my mom's garbage can searching for evidence of her affair (the one she didn't have). After he didn't find anything, he left again.

It's hard, not knowing when he'll come back and what he'll search next. He's already taken apart their room (twice), searched mom's desk and computer numerous times, and gone through both my and my sister's cell phone (you know, in case my texting-illiterate mom is secretly a texting-fiend and sending texts to her non-existent lover...). I think later I am going to go through my computer and delete any not-dad friendly website urls and emails I have (even though I'm the only one that ever goes on my computer). I have a feeling my computer will be next (or Heidi's) and I really don't need him using something of mine as evidence against my mom. Sometimes life sucks and I hate it.

But we'll survive, by taking everything one day at a time.

Frustrated

Right now, my van is being a pain in the butt. Big time. It was having trouble running, so we replaced the cadisomething converter, then it seemed fixed. Turns out the vaccum hoses are bad too, and so we're trying to replace them. Just when we think its running like it used to, it starts stalling out again. My poor dad wanted to go to the flea market (to sell) this morning at 3am and it gave my parents all this trouble on the way there. Then after he thought he fixed it, he decided to still go down at 11am. And it does it again! He's very angry/frustrated/grumpy. Sigh.