I guess I just don't understand why "you're" vs. "your" is so hard. YOU ARE vs. SOMETHING YOU OWN. I don't get it. Which is why I love this*. I might actually buy the poster.
(And yes- before that you feel that it is necessary to remind me that I misspelled weird... I remember. It haunts me to this day. I woke up at 3am and realized it. but by the time I came back to the blog to correct it, somebody had already noticed...)
3.24.2010
disturbing
I was going to blog something about being ready for Easter, as I gave up red meat and chocolate and am ready for a little of both. However, when I google imaged "chocolate," this was one of the results:
I'm assuming this is a baby made out of chocolate?!?! I don't even know what to say.
I'm assuming this is a baby made out of chocolate?!?! I don't even know what to say.
3.20.2010
dragon breath
I ate garlic jalapeno tilapia yesterday and had the taste of garlic in my mouth all day. I'm sure my breath matched the taste. It reminded me of the time that I was niece-sitting for Annie. (during the false alarm when we thought Aidan was about to be born.) Annie is learning to be a great reader, and was reading me a book before bed. There were certain words that she needed help with, so every once in awhile I would jump in.
At one point, her tiny little finger stopped short on the page and she looked up at me and said - "WHAT is that smell? Did you brush your teeth?" Indeed, I had not brushed my teeth yet and had enjoyed a few glasses of red wine, so I'm sure that I was in need of some minty fresh fluoride. Laughing, I went and brushed me teeth so that we could continue to read.
Kids. Gotta love 'em.
At one point, her tiny little finger stopped short on the page and she looked up at me and said - "WHAT is that smell? Did you brush your teeth?" Indeed, I had not brushed my teeth yet and had enjoyed a few glasses of red wine, so I'm sure that I was in need of some minty fresh fluoride. Laughing, I went and brushed me teeth so that we could continue to read. Kids. Gotta love 'em.
3.17.2010
Wherever you go and whatever you do, May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
I probably should have been an elementary school teacher rather than high school. (Except for the part where I don’t really like little kids. I mean, I like them – and love my nieces and nephews – I just don’t have the patience to be with 25 of them for 8 hours every single day. With high school students, you can say “Guys – I feel like crap today. If you work quietly I’ll love you forever” and they’ll do it. You don’t get as many gifts, but you get to have actual conversations with them, even if your vocabulary IS stunted for the duration of your career.)
But when it comes to decorating, and doing cutesy things, I am definitely more on the primary school level. In fact, if I had taught elementary, I probably would have eventually succumbed and… wait for it…. worn those gawdawful sweaters with appliqués and giant buttons every holiday. You know the ones I’m talking about – actual blinking Christmas tree sweaters in December, a bunny rabbit with easter egg buttons at Easter, and a bright green blouse with shamrock buttons in March. Like this:
At the high school level, this isn’t as common, so I was able to poke fun at them instead of being tempted to wear them. Instead, I would wear a pink shirt on St. Valentine’s Day, black and orange on Halloween, and for Christmas: a cute t-shirt from Target that had a reindeer on it and says “Vixen.” So while I’m not officially a teacher in a classroom with kids anymore, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of my “teachery” habits. I realized this today when I got ready and chose a bright green shirt. (Hold on, let me take a quick picture with my phone… here you go.)
I’m pretty sure that in my professional, educational establishment of employment, nobody is going to come up and pinch me if I’m not wearing green on St. Patty’s Day. But as a high school teacher, you pretty much want to avoid any situations in which a student would think it is somewhat appropriate to pinch you, so I still dress in those terms on this holiday. (Plus, have you SEEN my chubby cheeks? For some reason, people think it is okay to pinch chubby cheeks. It’s not. Just like you should never walk up to a random pregnant woman and rub her belly. Personally, I think it is weird when people do that.)
So anyway, since I’m 25% Irish, I will rock my Kelly green shirt and be proud that at least I’m not wearing any sort of leprechaun. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
But when it comes to decorating, and doing cutesy things, I am definitely more on the primary school level. In fact, if I had taught elementary, I probably would have eventually succumbed and… wait for it…. worn those gawdawful sweaters with appliqués and giant buttons every holiday. You know the ones I’m talking about – actual blinking Christmas tree sweaters in December, a bunny rabbit with easter egg buttons at Easter, and a bright green blouse with shamrock buttons in March. Like this:
At the high school level, this isn’t as common, so I was able to poke fun at them instead of being tempted to wear them. Instead, I would wear a pink shirt on St. Valentine’s Day, black and orange on Halloween, and for Christmas: a cute t-shirt from Target that had a reindeer on it and says “Vixen.” So while I’m not officially a teacher in a classroom with kids anymore, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of my “teachery” habits. I realized this today when I got ready and chose a bright green shirt. (Hold on, let me take a quick picture with my phone… here you go.)
I’m pretty sure that in my professional, educational establishment of employment, nobody is going to come up and pinch me if I’m not wearing green on St. Patty’s Day. But as a high school teacher, you pretty much want to avoid any situations in which a student would think it is somewhat appropriate to pinch you, so I still dress in those terms on this holiday. (Plus, have you SEEN my chubby cheeks? For some reason, people think it is okay to pinch chubby cheeks. It’s not. Just like you should never walk up to a random pregnant woman and rub her belly. Personally, I think it is weird when people do that.)So anyway, since I’m 25% Irish, I will rock my Kelly green shirt and be proud that at least I’m not wearing any sort of leprechaun. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
3.15.2010
fughetta 'bout it
Jessica and I took Aidan to New Jersey this weekend. We had a great time and I will post more pictures soon...
3.10.2010
tidbits
I can't believe I didn't even dedicate a post to my dog on her birthday. What kind of mom am I?
About to go to the airport to pick up Jessica and Aidan - they stay here tonight and then we head to the "Jersey shore" tomorrow!
Can't wait to find out if I'm going to be an Aunt to another niece or nephew.
I'm considering getting back together with my old hairdresser. A "break" can be good for a couple, right?
Loving that I have a job with Spring Break. Hating that I am in school and have work that needs to be done over said break.
There is an unopened bag of spinach salad in my fridge that is going to rot, as I know Larry won't eat it while I'm gone.
Hawaiian Punch makes jellybeans.
About to go to the airport to pick up Jessica and Aidan - they stay here tonight and then we head to the "Jersey shore" tomorrow!
Can't wait to find out if I'm going to be an Aunt to another niece or nephew.
I'm considering getting back together with my old hairdresser. A "break" can be good for a couple, right?
Loving that I have a job with Spring Break. Hating that I am in school and have work that needs to be done over said break.
There is an unopened bag of spinach salad in my fridge that is going to rot, as I know Larry won't eat it while I'm gone.
Hawaiian Punch makes jellybeans.
3.07.2010
and the winner is...
Movies nominated for “Best Picture:” 11
How many of the 11 I’ve seen: 1 (The Blind Side)
The only reason I’ve seen that 1 movie: because it was about football and I could drag the boy to see it
Rating of the 1 movie I saw: two thumbs up
Movies I would have watched if I went to the movies more than once a year: Avatar, Crazy Heart, Precious and Up
Movies I’ve never heard of: District 9, An Education, A Serious Man
Movie that an 18 year old boy said was horrible but the rest of the world seemed to love: The Hurt Locker
Movie that I will rent when I either finish grad school or am too sick to leave the house and have a few hours to spare: Up
3.05.2010
lol smiley face
I've been meaning to talk to everybody for awhile about something. What in the heck is going on with poppy rap music these days?!? I used to listen to it all the time - I would play it in my classroom since it was kind of a happy medium that everyone could tolerate. (Well, MOSTLY everyone.) So I used to stay really current and would know all of the songs and actually like some of them. You may or may not find several on my ipod. But now that I'm not working with 15-18 year olds, I don't listen to it that often. However, for some reason my radio was on 96.7 today on the way home from work today and I was reminded what I wanted to blog about.
Let's start with this:
"Sexy Bi#ch" by David Guerra....
"She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood hoe
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl
Without being disrespectful"
Um, sorry David, but you're a little late on the whole "being disrespectful" thing. I appreciate your sentiments in regards to not wanting to compare her to the neighborhood hoe, but seriously.
How about the class-act himself - Lil' Wayne:
"My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock (oooh..)
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock(oh ho oh...)
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl"
Lil', listen to me. (May I call you Lil?)
A.) The people listening to your music probably don't even know who Fred Flintstone is, unless they still make Flintstone vitamins.
B.) Your room is the G Spot? Did you read these lyrics before you sang them?
C.) I don't know much about street cred, but I'm guessing that this song does NOTHING for yours.
And finally, I heard a mother put her 3 year old on to request the song "LOL Smiley Face" by Trey Songz. The child was singing "lol smiley face, lol smiley face" and I was all, "how cute!" Then I heard the song:
"Shorty just text me, say she want to sex me
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
Shorty sent a twitpic saying come and get this,
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face"
Um, mother of said 3 year old? Perhaps you could throw on a Dora or Backyardigan's cd in lieu of teaching your child about sexting. Then again, I'm not a mom, so maybe I'm way off base.
Let's start with this:
"Sexy Bi#ch" by David Guerra....
"She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood hoe
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl
Without being disrespectful"
Um, sorry David, but you're a little late on the whole "being disrespectful" thing. I appreciate your sentiments in regards to not wanting to compare her to the neighborhood hoe, but seriously.
How about the class-act himself - Lil' Wayne:
"My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock (oooh..)
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock(oh ho oh...)
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl"
Lil', listen to me. (May I call you Lil?)
A.) The people listening to your music probably don't even know who Fred Flintstone is, unless they still make Flintstone vitamins.
B.) Your room is the G Spot? Did you read these lyrics before you sang them?
C.) I don't know much about street cred, but I'm guessing that this song does NOTHING for yours.
And finally, I heard a mother put her 3 year old on to request the song "LOL Smiley Face" by Trey Songz. The child was singing "lol smiley face, lol smiley face" and I was all, "how cute!" Then I heard the song:
"Shorty just text me, say she want to sex me
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
Shorty sent a twitpic saying come and get this,
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face"
Um, mother of said 3 year old? Perhaps you could throw on a Dora or Backyardigan's cd in lieu of teaching your child about sexting. Then again, I'm not a mom, so maybe I'm way off base.
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