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Old Friends

2006-09-23T19:02:00.000-05:00

I have been doing a lot of stuff with old friends lately. It's made me happy to see all these people, but it has also lead me to contemplate my current life. I must say, I'm a little depressed. Part of me has improved tremendously, and another part of me feels like I've let myself go.

One of my friends sent me a video clip from when we were in France, and it made me cry. That's a weird reaction isn't it? I thought so.

I think I just need more sleep and to work out (for the endorphines). Hopefully, future "old" friend encounters will be less depressing and more positive. : s

Wild Honking Goose Under the Hood

2006-07-05T23:14:00.000-05:00

While on my way to see my peeps a couple Friday nights ago, I ran into (literally) a little bit of trouble. sigh. I think (THINK being the key word, because I never actually saw what I hit) I ran over one of those tire treads left behind by 18 wheelers. It popped one of my blinker lights out of place and ripped out my entire inner fender. I couldn't stop in the middle of nowhere to check the car since it was almost midnight, so I decided to stop when I got to Hillsboro. However, I really started to worry about my car when it started honking on its own. Yeah, I couldn't stop it. I was so embarrassed.

When I was finally able to pull over, I realized that some of the wiring had come loose, rubbed against my tire, and started honking any time the exposed wire hit the frame of my car. Before I finally got everything squared away for the rest of my trek down to Waco, there was more uncontrollable honking by my car, awkward staring people, and the use of actual first aid products used to patch up the damage.

The car is now fixed (the guy that did the repairs is the master!) after a lot of ridiculousness from the man who aligned the new tires I had to buy. double sigh. Anyhoo, it makes a great story.

Strep

2006-05-12T21:55:00.000-05:00

Yeah. I can't seem to NOT get sick. I thought I was home free until the end of the school year, but nooooooooo. The kids just had to "give" me the gift that keeps on givng....strep. sigh. What's a girl to do?

Anyhoo, Mother's Day is this Sunday, and my mother has asked all the kids to write down a memory from our childhood as her gift. She's been asking us to do this for the past three years. I'm already a year behind. :) Oops! So, I guess I know what I'll be doing this weekend. Hum....maybe I'll write about the time I ran on the roof, or maybe I'll write about how I don't want to write something for Mother's Day. Hummmm.......tough decision. What do you think I should do?

Ok, bye.

Yawn

2006-04-26T19:52:00.000-05:00

Well, since it's been over two months, I figured I should probably blog. School is almost out, and I can't wait! I need this two month break. sigh. I'm a pretty boring person. I don't have much to say. I teach. I get my hair cut. I sleep a lot. That's it. Yep, it's a thrill a minute. Just so you know, if you need me, I'll be here waiting for my tax return.

I HATE the color gray!

2006-02-11T22:33:00.000-06:00

I have decided that I hate the color gray (or depending on how weird you are...the color "grey"). I use to be completely indifferent about gray. I actually kindof liked gray, but now I am having a hard time with the hue. Why, you ask? Because I am seeing gray in places it should NOT be.

Example A: Today, as I was preparing to take a shower (yes, I bathe) I happen to catch a glimpse of something NOT black in my hair. Sigh. I found not one, not two, but THREE gray hairs on the crown of my head. This is a very disconcerting discovery. I am 24, soon to be 25, and in my slightly off-balanced mind, you are not suppose to get more than one or two gray hairs until you are significantly past 25.

I think finding gray hairs wouldn't have bothered me so much if I didn't have such dark hair. I mean, it's a little difficult to miss grayish-white strands waving to the world from the top of a jet black head of hair. Why don't I just color my hair, you ask? Well, that's the other issue I am having problems with.

See, I'm really lazy when it comes to getting my hair cut, so I don't know if I would keep up with my hair color like I should. Then on the other side of the coin, once I start getting my hair colored, I might want to be militant about keeping up with my roots, etc. And, as we all know, getting your hair colored is expensive. I'm a teacher--I don't have that kind of dough....the kind of dough I would want to spend to make the fro look nice.

Do you see the dilemma? I do lead a tragic life.

Fan-frickin'-tastic!

2005-12-19T22:13:00.000-06:00

I am so excited for tomorrow! It is the last day before my Christmas vacation, and I get to go see the entire family in Utah. I cannot wait to see the nieces and nephews. (Olivia is now 14!) Hopefully, we will all still be alive and unharmed by the time we come home. We'll see. ;)

Anyhoo, I have decided that I have been fated to be sick for a yet indeterminable amount of time. I am currently getting over a cold, and the only good thing I can say about that is that it did not turn into a sinus infection (my usual ailment).

We got our Christmas bonuses today! I was thrilled...hehehehe. I wasn't really expecting anything, but, man, was it great! My credit card company will be thrilled.

Well, that's pretty much all I have to say. Life is generally boring. Sorry, I'm not more interesting. Maybe I'll get engaged to some yet unknown individual by the time I write next time, and I can tell you all the juicy details.

I have a feeling I will not be blogging for a loooooooooong time, if that's the case.

I Was Mean and Then I Fell Asleep

2005-11-13T00:52:00.000-06:00

After a truly horrific Thursady, I finally decided that I needed to break out the big guns with my students. I have three double blocked classes, two sixth grade classes and one seventh grade class. One of my sixth grade classes is fantastic almost all the time (*knock on wood*), but my other two classes have pushed me to my limit. They were talking out of turn, not listening during class, interrupting me while I was trying to instruct, and basically, not caring how many times I asked them to be quiet. So, I proceeded to become a resemblance of the "substitute teacher" (Miss. Viola Swamp) from the book Miss. Nelson is Missing.

So, on Friday, for my well-behaved class, I rewarded them with tickets (I give out tickets for participation and correct answers to warm-ups. The tickets go into a drawing for prizes. We draw every Friday.), and drew for prizes for all three of my classes in that one class. It was fun. I also told them how wonderful they were and that I appreciated their willingness to be respectful.

For my other classes, however, I didn't smile the whole class period, I denied any request to leave the room, and generally became the Wicked Witch of the West. I gave them a pop quiz, assigned book work for class (loooong book work), and gave them homework over the weekend. The topic was "Why Ms. Pittman shouldn't give me homework over the Thanksgiving Holidays." My 7th graders had to write two pages on that, and my 6th graders only had to write one page, but they also had to read and summarize the chapters (we were suppose to read in class that day) from our current novel. I then proceeded to tell them we were not drawing, and in fact, I had given my well-behaved class their prizes. A lecture followed that addressed disrespect, rudeness, and appropriate behavior in the classroom.

Yeah, you can say it, I became "the man." I do not like playing that role in such an obvious way, but holy cow!, they pushed it way too far. I haven't decided which Ms. Pittman is coming to class on Monday--mean Ms. Pittman or normal Ms. Pittman? Hum....we'll see.

Anyhoo, dinner with Emily and her family Friday night was fun. Her nephews are so funny and extremely cute. (Taylor is a sweetheart.) I ate a lot of tortillas and queso.....yummmm, queso. I guess all that food and meanness got to me though cause when I got home, I changed into my pajamas, started to read a book, and promptly feel asleep. It was 9 P.M. I woke up at 2 A.M. with my light still on. Next thing I know, it's 11 A.M., and I'm feelin' good.

I guess being mean just takes it out of you.....well, at least that level of meanness takes it out of you..... ;)

Random Site of the Day

2005-10-16T22:00:00.000-05:00

Allie told me I should visit this site, so I did. I found it veeeeeery funny. Try it out if you like. Love ya!

www.potterpuppetpals.com

I Can See!!!!

2005-10-10T23:31:00.000-05:00

Today, I had a glimpse of what my life will be like at 40 (if I live close to my parents). I got up and showered and then took my mother to get new lenses for her glasses. We looked around the mall while they made them, and I tried to go to my own eye appointment, but apparently, I had to wait....surprise, surprise. Anyhoo, I then drove her to a different doctor's office, picked up my dad at our house, took him with me to pick up my mom, and then we all went to the Collin County Healthcenter for flu shots. hehe. I found it awfully amusing. I'm getting so old and responsible. It's a little weird. After I made sure my parents were all taken care of, I went to my own eye appointment and such. I now have new glasses. Thank goodness! I can see!! Wahoo!

Oh, I just downloaded that "So Long and Thanks For All the Fish" song from "Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and I have been laughing every time I listen to it. Anyhoo, that's all I have to say.

My Modern Day Sage

2005-09-20T22:08:00.001-05:00

The following things came from Amber's mouth within the space of 24 hours. **clearing throat**

1. "Typical genital warts."
2. "Take a picture of me; I'll look hot. *belches like a WWF wrestler*
3. "My armpits stink."
4. "Let me count the turds."
5. "Check it out guys, I'm like a seal! *balances on exercise ball*

Thank you Amber, Angela, Emily, Christine, and Melissa for a fabulous weekend! :) hehe.

2005-09-20T22:08:00.000-05:00

Hey baby.
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When Something Good, Like Shoes, Goes Bad

2005-08-24T19:52:00.000-05:00

Sigh. Pathetic, isn't it?

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Ahhhh...the Joys of School

2005-08-24T19:44:00.000-05:00

I recently realized that I have now entered a new realm within the world that is known as school. It is the realm of the teacher. It requires me to multi-task, remember, and perform miracles on a level that I didn't think a human being could possibly function. However, I find that I truly love being a teacher. The comments from kids alone are enough to keep me coming back to work. For example: "Ms. Pittman, I know where there's a room in this school that's full of light houses."....don't ask. Anyhoo, it has been an eye-opener. Let's just say I'm reeeeeeally glad I work in the district I do.

Aside from having bronchitis and a sinus infection, things have gone pretty smoothly the past couple of weeks. (And yes, I'm sick....again). Well, except for the fact that my mother and I had the most irrational fight I believe I have ever had, and it was me that was the irrational one. sigh. Not my best moment. Don't worry, I apologized like a good daughter should.

Well, I guess there is only one thing left for me to do, and that is to make another list. This one will be about things that I love about school (*clearing throat*):

Sharpies
Post-it notes
Dry erase boards and markers
Walking in the halls when everyone else is in class
Writing on an overhead
Hearing the question: "Can we please read?"
Hearing the phrase: "Oh...I get it."
Seeing students smile (in a good way) as I teach.

Sigh. The End.

k, bye.

I Really Don't Know How I'm Functioning

2005-08-06T23:26:00.000-05:00

So, I've had a fabulous last couple of weeks (including such events as a family reunion in San Antonio and a Galveston trip with Amber and Emily *see pictures below*), but yesterday and today make up for all that fun. Sigh. Yesterday, I left a very exacerbated message on Emily's cell phone in which I ranted about idiot 60 year-old men that insist on being rude, and that I still haven't completed my classroom, even though I've spent the last 50 million man hours on it. Not to mention the fact that I was all alone on a Friday night feeling utterly like a loser because I was all sweaty and nasty from the classroom work and people kept looking at me weird (well, that looking at me weird part is fairly normal, but I just couldn't handle it that day). PLUS I wanted to cry for NO reason at all--this is why I called Emily. Today, was a little better, but I still spent 5 hours in my classroom assembling a fan, putting up two bulletin boards, laminating, and stapling everything in sight. Then, I came home and prepared a lesson for Gospel Doctrine tomorrow. I need a Snickers. [King-size that is ;) ] Maybe it won't hurt when I walk tomorrow. Wish me luck.

P.S. Matt your message on Emily's phone is a wonderful little ray of sunshine. When I was waiting for Emily's voice mail to pick up yesterday so I could leave my disturbing message, it made me smile and feel a little bit better. Thank you my dashing British friend!

2005-08-06T23:25:00.000-05:00

Ah, Galveston. I had no idea I would have such a fantastic time there. hehe. I think Amber and Emily had a little something to do with that. :) The water was soooo warm (80 degrees!); it was superb! My favorite thing at the beach had to be all the jumping fish. Weird, yes, but I thought it was funny and kind of cute. The background picture to this collage is Galveston beach, then there is the Kemah Boardwalk, and of course, Emily and Amber--aren't they so adorable you just want to vomit? Good times.
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2005-08-06T23:24:00.001-05:00

The family reunion was extremely enjoyable. One such enjoyable event was my nephew (Garrett) sitting on my brother-in-law's shoulders, repeatedly using his "power tool" to screw up the loose parts of Paul's skull. (side note: The girl in the foreground is my niece Olivia who is 13.)
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I gotta tell ya, I need to tell ya, I gotta tell ya....

2005-07-12T00:44:00.000-05:00

I'm sorry, but I'm just thinkin' of the right words to say. I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me. I promise, I promise you I will.
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4th of July

2005-07-05T17:05:00.000-05:00

So, the 4th of July is my favorite holiday and yesterday was a really great 4th of July for me! I ate my mother's potato salad and baked beans, swam, made a lot of jokes with random friends, watched fireworks (I love fireworks!!!), and saw Emily. Allie was with me all day and we did a whole lot of laughing. hehe. I love how random she is. :) My brother was getting on my last nerve though, but I decided that I was just in a bad mood as far as he's concerned. So I complained about him a little to a couple people and then got over it. Mark is Mark, all I can do is be the annoying little 5 year-old sister he still believes me to be. Afterall, I want to live up to expectations. grrrrrr.

On a lighter note, here are the things that make the 4th of July fabulous:

Family
Friends
Fun
Fireworks
Food
and...
Absolutely NO gift-giving!....Oh, AND....swimming. ;)

P.S. I've been moved to 6th grade Language Arts--regular and Pre-AP--with no 7th or 8th grade students at this point. yea! My classroom needs some major work, but I'm excited!

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

2005-06-09T13:37:00.000-05:00

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. :)
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The Leader of the Pack (of mix)

2005-06-09T13:35:00.000-05:00

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.
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Clothing the Masses

2005-06-03T00:53:00.000-05:00

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!

2005-05-22T21:13:00.000-05:00

My nephew, Ethan, and I right after my looooooong graduation ceremony.
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Hitchhiking to Graduation

2005-05-22T21:03:00.000-05:00

I've graduated!!! Yes! It's over and yeah, it feels gooooooood. :) The best moment for me had to be when I realized that "they" had actually given me my real diploma. That's when I knew that they couldn't take it back and say, "Ha! Just kidding, you get to come back and pay more money to take one more class." I'm so relieved.

Oh! And I saw The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy this weekend, and it was really really really random and really really really funny. hehe. I especially loved the beginning (clue: it involves dolphins). So, I recommend this most excellently weird movie.

k, bye.

Harry Potter and Baseball

2005-05-11T01:33:00.000-05:00

Monday night Ems and I went to a Ranger game and had a great time. We have added various new sayings and memories to our repetoire, and it was fantastic! The main event of the evening though was a woman getting smacked in the face by a foul ball in our section. It was bad. We felt horrible for her, but apparently I didn't feel horrible enough to refrain from taking pictures.....:S.....because I thought of y'all and thought you might like to see it (see below). Then there was, of course, our friend Paul. He talked to his soon-to-be fiance (same girl he broke up with a couple of weeks ago--DRAMA!) who is in Paris at the moment whilst at the game with his niece (it was her birthday). Out of the blue, whilst eating nachos, Paul asks me for a Kleen-x. I tell Paul I don't have a Kleen-x, but that I do have a tampon. He requests the tampon. I give it to him, not thinking he would actually do anything with it. But Paul proceeds to unwrap the tampon, mess with it a bit, dip it in nacho cheese, swing it around, and then discards it (again, see below). I was laughing so hard I nearly peed my pants. Emily was grossed out. :) Good times, good times.

On Tuesday, I subbed for a computer teacher and needless to say, the class was full of dorky, yet lovable boys. One came in dressed as Harry Potter, complete with cape, Griffindor patch he made and taped to his cape, and wand that he constructed out of a coat hanger and card board. I was extremely amused and slightly frightened for this kid. I was hoping that this was not normal behavior for him because I could see that it would eventually get him beat up. Later though, I figured out that it was "dress like a movie star" day, and that was who he had chosen. I don't think I saw anyone else dressed up. The kid's got confidence. It'll take him far.

So, in conclusion, the last couple of days have been random. The End.

P.S. I've posted a lot lately, so keep scrolling if you want to read some more. :)

2005-05-11T01:27:00.000-05:00

Woman who got hit in the face at the game. This was just before she couldn't walk anymore and had to be carried out. Poor woman!
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2005-05-11T01:20:00.000-05:00

Paul's cheesy tampon experiment.
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Prelude to Pancakes

2005-05-10T17:24:00.000-05:00

Amber at Kirby Lane blowing bubbles in her chocolate milk. Silly girl. Mmmmmmm.......Pancakes.........*drool*.
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Pot Heads, Reading Minds, & MUSE

2005-05-10T17:22:00.001-05:00

So, this weekend was absolutely fabulous, I must say. Between Lee's gay voice, nearly dying on the "rollercoaster" in Justin's car, and having such a wonderful pancake experience that I had to grip Amber in order to share my joy, I feel that my last few days have been great to say the least. Let me start from the beginning, when we arrived in Austin. First off, when we got to downtown we got a little lost....sort of. We circled this one block for, oh, I'd say, about 5 1/2 hours, before getting directions to the MUSE concert that were accurate. Justin kept trying to make the Austin Convention Center and Austin City Hall our venue, but that really wasn't working. (Side note: I think everyone in Austin gets together and says "Hey our official city color is black, so everybody wear black....pass it on.") Anyhoo, we finally got there (the Austin Music Hall), waited in a looooong line, and got to the door. I was then molested by the "security" chick, who promptly told me that I would have to either put my camera (which I forgot probably wouldn't be allowed inside) in the car or I could "throw it away." First of all, is she high??? Yeah, I think I'll throw my digital camera away. sheesh.

So, I return back from the car and am molested again, allowed to enter past the humorless "security" chick with the horrible bleach job, see the overpriced t-shirts, and locate the crew. We witness the opening act, and yeah, it was not pretty. At first I was enjoying some of their songs and then it just got real obnoxious. Amber later said what I was thinking the whole time Razor-sucks-lite, or whatever their name is, was up there. It was like they were trying to be Led Zepplin or the Rolling Stones and were sucking hard core at it. It was obvious that they were all drunk or high or both. The lead singer had no idea where he was going on stage, dropping his mic at one point, and never knowing where his next guitar was suppose to be. But the cherry on this lame performance was the lead singer unbuttoning, then completely taking off his shirt, and then telling the audience during the last part of their last song to "hold their excitement," as if he was going to give us all the most mind-blowing musical orgasm we've ever experienced. Sigh. It's too bad they acted so badly, cause I think their music could've actually been good if they had tried a little bit harder not to make us hate them.

Once we got the losers off the stage, we waited an agonizing 45 minutes for MUSE to come out. I was touched in places that I have hoped I would never be touched by complete strangers, but at least I wasn't Amber or Angela. The retarded pot heads in front of them were maybe 16, completely rude, and apparently Canadian. :) Once MUSE had taken the stage the Canadian jerks in front of Amber lit a roach and proceeded to blow smoke right in Amber's face. After that, it was lots of fun "reading Amber's mind." hehe. Sorry Amber, I couldn't help myself. Her text messages about these assholes were hilarious. But aside from the concert being tooooooo loud (the sound system sucked--you could barely hear him sing), it was awesome! I would go again, but only if I have my own designated space--I don't ever want some drunk Asians jumping around that close to me EVER again.

I must say, though, my night was complete once I had those sumptuous pancakes, regained my hearing, saw Lee rockin' out to "Dream On," and listened to lots of Radiohead on the way home. Thank you everyone for a GREAT time!

I Need a Job

2005-05-05T11:35:00.000-05:00

"There is many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher."

~Flannery O'Connor

At the moment I am in a high school reading classroom subing for a coach. I have been subing for a couple of weeks now and I realize that I really do not want to teach high school. Although easier than middle school in many ways, I find high school not quite as rewarding. I find all of that little kid stuff, but not really little kid stuff, appealing. I like that I can have bulletin boards and ticket drawings and still see the really sweet side of every child before they get older and more hardened. But they're still old enough to have a little bit of attitude with me. It's cool! sigh. So, basically what it all boils down to right now is that......I NEED A JOB!

But I can't think of education/employment right now because there are much greater things to be worried about at the moment. Such as the following:

MUSE!!!!! on Sat. in Austin with really awesome people attending. :)
Sleeping
Doctor's Appointments
and the most important
GRADUATION!

Ye-haw! I will soon have a bachelor's degree! Now I can say that I've done something with my life since I haven't been working at a job for 6 years. sigh. Now I can say "See, I'm not completely worthless! I can contribute to society!" Yesth, I could say that, but I feel the same. Hum, funny how that works. Anyway, I hope I will turn out to be one of those "good teachers" who will prevent some of the future best sellers in this world. Wish me luck!

The Randomness That Is Allie

2005-04-26T12:28:00.000-05:00

"My thighs are sweating." ~Allie

Ah, how do I explain Allie? Well, let's see......she talks so loudly during the previews in a movie theater, you're afraid she may not shut up for the feature, which is totally embarrassing.....Well, not really, but I like making her think that. hehe. Let me explain further....At FHE tonight Allie talked about, and I quote, "riding Barney" at Chucky Cheese. Immediately I get this mental image of Allie getting a piggy-back ride from a giant purple dinosaur on Prozac, but she was really referring to a kiddy ride at the restaurant where her nephews were eating. Next, she proceeds to grab the purse on her shoulder and puts it up to her ear, giving no explanation as to why she is doing so. She does this twice, and then she reveals her cell phone which she thought might be ringing. Next, she pulls a Michael Jackson-crotch-grabbing move and says "My thighs are sweating," which just happens to be the same phrase she said to me randomly when we were at a baseball game with Emily a couple of weeks ago. I know that none of these little tid-bits can fully explain the experience of being around Allie, but it is, at least, a small taste of her wonderfully unpredictable personality. Yesth, she is truly an original, and I'm verra verra happy we're friends. Maybe one day, if you're lucky, you too will get to hangout with Allie for a long extended period of time and laugh at her randomness.

2005-04-26T00:26:00.000-05:00

This is Allie AKA "The Random One"
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NASCAR or Bust...Think I'll Bust.

2005-04-19T19:57:00.000-05:00

So, I'm in San Antonio right now with the parents at my sister's house, and it's been really nice so far. (My nephews are so weird; they crack me up!) Anyhoo, on the way down here I saw about 50 million RVs and SUVs on I-35 with stuff like "NASCAR or Bust!!" written on the windows and really stupid crap like "#4 is my hero!" Gag! Please tell me the American public has not fallen victim to the white-trash sport that is NASCAR! I'm guessing that there was some huge race in Dallas this past Sunday or something, and everybody was going home. Sigh. It makes me very sad for the future of our country. I'm going to read a book now and try to improve myself. :S

It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

2005-04-12T21:02:00.000-05:00

I have this love/hate relationship with TV. There are times when I just love to watch it--for example, when Alias or one of the 5 million CSIs are on--BUT there are other times when I wish I had a 12 gauge shot gun to silence it FOR-EV-ER. I've been cooped up in my house for about three days straight, and I'm starting to get a little batty. I tried a trip to Target today to just get out of the house, and it was ok, but I need something bigger. I'm getting frickin' restless! I'm starting to search for my imaginary 12 gauge to blow my TV away, and I have this sudden urge to run down the street as fast as I can screaming at the top of my lungs. Good thing that I'm finally starting to feel better again--yes, I've been sick--AGAIN. I think if I get sick one more time, I'm going to take my imaginary 12 gauge and put it in my mouth. *sigh* So, in conclusion, Amber, if you don't come to Dallas this weekend, I may do some serious imaginary damage to my self.
:( Please.......help me (*in a whimpering, British orphan voice*)

2005-04-02T22:30:00.000-06:00

Damn girl, why you gots to be so fine?
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The Plauge Returns

2005-04-02T22:26:00.000-06:00

I'm finally done with my student teaching! Yeah for me! BUT right in the middle of my last week of glory, I re-contracted the plauge. sigh. It sucks. How is it possible that the human body is able to produce so much frickin' snot? I seriously think some of my gray matter is gone. Ok, maybe I shared too much information......ANYway, now I am only left with kleen-x burn under my nose--gosh I hate kleen-x burn! But it's not anything a little mentholatum won't heal.

So, aside from the plauge, and stressing out about getting everything squared away for the upcoming job search, I found myself contemplating what makes me happy. And here it is, what makes me happy:

Making CD labels
Loading pictures onto my computer
Buying $1 items that are cool
A really pretty day outside
Driving with the music insanely loud
Sleeping
NOT being sick
Blue and green
A clean car (specifically my car)
Laughing at really stupid stuff
Stapling papers together (it gives me a sense of accomplishment)
Pictures of frogs in pink tutus and tiaras..............and............yeah, that's it.

Hum, I'm a little weird and boring. I'm sorry y'all even know me and feel obligated to read all of my stupid crap.

2005-03-22T21:22:00.000-06:00

Take me to your leader.
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Rejection Sucks, but It Does Have Its Benefits

2005-03-22T20:26:00.000-06:00

I got an email back from the UT Creative Writing Department today that said they were stamping my forehead with a big, fat rejection sign for the year of 2005-2006, and I was suprisingly ok with that. I must admit that I was disappointed. I wanted to go straight into grad school from my undergrad, but I also knew that the spots were few and that it was a competitive program (8 open spots a year--4 of which were in the area I wanted to study in....prose). So, dispite my rejection, I feel oddly happy. Weird, I know, but rejection does have its benefits. I'm actually excited now and a little relieved because I get to try and get a job for what I've been trained for--warping the minds of children (whahahahahaha!). No, really, I think I'm really going to love it, but I'm going to have to find a job first so wish me good luck.

Also, now that I've recovered from the "plague," I think I might actually be human again. So, my special plea to you is to take LOTS of vitamin C (not the stupid singer--the actual vitamin), get lots of rest, and don't swap spit with anyone in the next week or so.

P.S. Here is a great picture of Amber from my surprise party......I just couldn't resist putting it up. :)

I'm An Addict

2005-03-18T11:59:00.000-06:00

Today, I had a horrifying revelation. I've discovered that I am addicted to a lot of things that are just ridiculous. My addictions include:

Target
DVDs
Sleep
Advil
Pedicures
TV (mainly all the CSIs and Alias)
Blockbuster Online
Coca-Cola
Chocolate
Wendy's
School (an obvious UNhealthy addiction)
Handbags
Shoes
Checking my email
iTunes (!!!!)

I'm beginning to worry because even though many of these things seem harmless, I know that they could potenially be deadly. For example, if I take too much Advil and then sleep for an extremely long amount of time, I could possibly never wake up. Or I could electricute myself while checking my email or downloading iTunes during a severe thunderstorm. I could die from food poisoning at Wendy's or from a chocolate and caffine/sugar overdose. DVDs, TV, and Blockbuster Online could all numb my brain so much that I might wonder off into some deep, dark forest, not knowing where I was, and starve to death. Also, I could get a deadly toe fungus and die from having pedicures. But shoes, handbags, and Target really have no vices except for the fact that they put me in the poor house. And school, well, that needs no explanation as to why it is deadly.

*Sigh* You see? I'm endangering my life with all of my stupid addictions. It's a serious problem. What's a girl to do?

Holla and Surprise!

2005-03-14T23:03:00.000-06:00

Never blogged before, so that would make me a blog virgin. Please bear with me. *deep breath*

So, this weekend I was completely surprised by my good friends with a birthday party at my house. I screamed, as Emily would say, "like a little gurl," and stumbled around confused for awhile from the shock. But in the end I was relieved that they were not vicious serial killers. My favorite gift from the evening had to be the SWEET ("like me") pickle relish stolen from my pantry, wrapped in paper towels, and secured with toothpicks.......*lip quivering*.......it was so thoughtful, I almost cried.....almost. This weekend also marks when I was brought into the Glenn Beck fold. I have now realized how empty my life was without him.....as well as without Miter Fitty Cent.....holla!

I have also gotten rid of the psyco-bad (no, horrible is a much better adjective)-date-guy. I have five words for you: I drove, Sonic, Apprentice, LOSER. Ah, yes, it was a night to remember.

Now for the quote that sums up my life:
"Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps." ~Emo Philips

k, bye.