Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

See that smile on my face...the one that I'm pointing to? Yeah, well, that's because I got a job!!! Wahoo! I am now going to be a 7th Grade Language Arts Teacher and I'll also be taking on one block of 8th Grade History. hehe. I'm so happy! Sigh. Now I can relax a little bit. :)
Posted by Hello

The Leader of the Pack (of mix)

On our way back from Waco last weekend, Ems and I stopped and got a Bomb Pop and some Munchies Mix. Well, inside my mix I found this HUGE Cheeto. It was as big as my finger....obviously.......Anyhoo, just thought I'd share.
Posted by Hello

Clothing the Masses

In the last week, I've taken my mother to get some new clothes, helped her clean out her closet, helped my dad clean out his closet, and gotten my brother some jeans (he hasn't worn jeans in about 10 years or some ridiculously long amount of time like that). I feel as though I am now someone's stylist, but I'm agruing with my clients constantly. With the exception of my brother, all of my "clients" argue with me until they finally realize that yes, tapered jeans DO NOT look good on their body-type, and no, they should not wear cardigans that look like they've survived a nuclear holocaust. Sigh.

Usually what happens with my mother is we scream our opinions at each other until finally she agrees to let me take her shopping for clothes that are not 5+ years-old. We have done this twice now and have agrued about her seriously pathetic wardrobe four times. About a week ago, we went shopping and she found some really cute stuff. AND! Gasp! It looked good on her! She seemed to be mystified to find clothing that was much more flattering than what she currently wears. She has NO clue where to go or what to try on, so, I can tell I'm going to have to teach her how to shop for herself again. Although a million miles from the end, I am now confident that we may be on our way to replenishing her closet. Wish me luck.

My father is a little more docile, but still a very stubborn old man. Almost everything that I suggested he consented to, although I have to be a lot more sutble with him because he would become hostile quickly, and I would lose my chance to improve him forever. So, I tried to be nicer in my approach. BUT! There was one shirt that we butted heads on. Now, I love his navy blue, fine-gauge corduroy shirt just as much as the next guy, but it had a hole in it and I remember wearing it when I was in high school, so it's at least 10 years-old. I told him he could keep it if he would ONLY use it to work in (i.e. outside work). He refused to consent. We laughingly went on and on for several minutes until finally I just put the shirt in the "get rid of" bag, saying that until I heard from him the magic words that he would not go out in public in the shirt or say that he was "working" at the computer in the shirt, the shirt was staying in the bag. A short time later, I come back to find the shirt missing from the bag and immediately ask my dad where the shirt is. He starts laughing and trying to prevent me from getting into his closet. I escape his grasp, find the shirt, gab it, and begin a giggly tug-of-war with him over the shirt. There was strategic tickling to gain advantage and incoherent utterances, until finally my arm gave out from the laughter.

I have sustained defeat--but it I don't find losing that shirt as much of a defeat as I do trying to get my mother's HIDEOUS Liz Clabourne, tapered, high-wasted jeans away from her. sigh. THOSE JEANS ARE HIDEOUS! And she nearly took my eyes out when I tried to get rid of them. Ahh, but one of these days when I've gathered my strength, I will capture the blasphemous jeans and burn them in a sacred ceremony. Yes, victory will be mine!!! Wahahahahahaha!

My brother, on the other hand, seemed oddly pleased with the jeans I got him for his birthday. He's not use to the feel of the cut (probably because he's been living as an old man for the last decade without jeans), and finds the boot cut a little unusual for his body, but I could tell he liked them. He's so funny. He looked reeeeally good in them, and that makes me very happy.

In conclusion, my family is in need of a serious makeover, and now that I'm living with them, I'm noticing JUST how bad it actually is, and it's driving me crazy! BUT! We are well on our way to improvement....I hope.... :S

P.S. The Killers are coming to Dallas in concert at Next Stage on Aug. 17th @ 7pm! The presale is now, so, if you haven't already, sign up on their website for your password, etc. and get your tickets. OR you can wait for the general sale that starts on June 10th. Tickets are $25 without tax. Also, there are other dates in Austin and Houston around the same time.

P. P.S. I saw Madagascar tonight and it was really funny--I love those penguins! Go see it!