Aaaarrrrrrgh!

Can I just tell you how annoyed I get when I log on to read your blog and I am forced against my will to listen to a random song you just love? Usually when I'm blog stalking I'm doing something else--like listening to my own music or watching TV or grading papers. Unsuspecting, I click on your blog and I'm rudely interrupted by some loud, obnoxious (no offense) song that I don't really care for. Then I am forced to search for the embedded player, usually scrolling down through pages and pages of pictures and quiz results.

Please, I beg you, don't force me to listen to random songs. It makes me not want to read your blog. It makes me not want to know that the Internet exists. It represents everything inherently wrong with the Internet. Just let me read your blog in peace.

Good Thing I Don't Teach Kindergarten Anymore!

Avoiding work by taking super reliable on-line quizzes. This was totally random--how many 5-year-olds could I take in a fight?! What?! Looks like I couldn't quite take on a full kindergarten class, but I could hold my own. :)

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Three Words...

Hil. Lar. Ious.

Take a look at the calendar...

And you will see that yesterday was a full moon. Now, according to National Geographic, "there is very little evidence that full moon has a direct effect on human or animal behavior." But what about the behavior of darling little second grade children? I would argue that it has a huge effect on their behavior.

Yesterday, by the end of the day I was exhausted just from trying to survive the day--it was like herding cats! No one was listening or paying attention. Everyone was talking, all at the same time. I couldn't figure it out. I was tired and frustrated and at my wits end.

At the end of the day, some other teachers I was talking to also said they had had a horrible time with their students that day. I jokingly commented that there must be a change in the barometric pressure or something. Upon coming home, I glanced at my calendar, and there it was--a full moon. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I beg to differ.

A Night on the Town

Here is one of the main reasons that I moved to where I did--an urban apartment in a vintage building versus a big box complex in the suburbs--a fabulous night on the town and no need to park the car!

Dinner? No problem. Let's walk to that restaurant across the street. Yum! A show? No problem. Let's walk over to that community theater and see a seriously funny Shakespeare comedy. It was so fun and I can't say enough about not having to worry about finding and then paying for parking.

On a side note, if you have not ever seen "Much Ado About Nothing" you need to. Right now. At the very least rent the Kenneth Branagh movie version. It is so funny. So funny that you almost forget that you are watching Shakespeare and having to concentrate very hard to understand what's going on. Believe me--you won't be sorry.

Are you drunk?

So I was at my friend Amy's house for a Cookie Lee jewelry party. Kind of like Mary Kay, but with jewelry and way better because you can take almost everything that you want to purchase home with you that night. But I digress. We were all hanging out snacking and trying on jewelry. Some of the ladies were having wine, since this was not a Mormon activity. I was talking to another teacher from my school, when Amy's husband came in and was saying hi to everyone. Then he looks at Amy and asks in all honesty, "Are you drunk?" Her casual answer, "No." And that was that. It made me do a double take, though. Just not a question I usually hear at Relief Society gatherings.