Standardized Crap

Well, all this week, I've been torturing my students. Mwa-ha-ha!

OK, so it's against my will. I have to torture them. Sad, but true. How, do you ask, am I torturing them? The answer is simple:

SAT's!

Every grade in my class has to take them. Yip, my poor Kindergarten kids have to suffer through the SAT's. Every day this week, we do about one hour of testing in the morning. I try to break it up, with a snack/stretch break inbetween parts.

I feel bad for these poor kids. Heck, I feel bad for me! It's so boring... Yet at the same time, I don't have to prepare any lessons! After the tests, we mainly just play the rest of the day. Poor kids!

The test is so mean. It really tries to trick these kids. It makes me so mad! They're only six! Stop trying to mess them up! Grrr! Poor, poor kids.

So, what do you think I should do to make it up to them? ... A party? ... Movie? ... Cheat sheet? (totally JUST kidding!)

its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring...

So, you wake up from an awful night's sleep. You stretch and yawn, trying to think positively about the day. But, before you even get a chance to start the mantra of: "i think i can, i think i can, i think i can," you notice a foreboding sound outside.

its raining! its pouring! winds are gusting and leaves are falling everywhere. How are you most apt to respond:

A) AWESOME! i love playing in the rain; it makes me want to be a kid again
B) Go for your morning jog anyway; you'll be soaking wet, but at least you got your adrenaline going
C) Say: "stink it!" and climb back in bed
D) Make a cup of coffee [tea, or coccoa if you prefer], sit next to the window, and watch the rain pour down; you imagine it washing away your stress

It's Been A While...

Sorry it's been a while since I last posted. I've been super-crazy-busy.... With some super-crazy-lazy mixed in.

At this current time, I cannot think of any questions. So maybe I'll just talk and a question will pop in my head.

I'm probably happier now than I've been in a long time. For so long, I haven't really had any contact with people my age. Everyone is either older than me and married, or younger than me and in college. Now, there's nothing wrong with being married or in college. It's just that I have very little in common with those people. It's that way at my church. There's a young adults group that gets together every once in a while. But they're all younger than me. As a person out of college who's working for a living, I feel like I don't fit in. It's just kind of depressing. I've been staying at work until 6ish every day, and I've been going in on weekends. I guess keeping busy kind of took my mind off being lonely.

Well, a few weeks ago, I met someone who introduced me to someone my age. She's been going to a young adults' gathering at a church in the area. So I started going with her. But it's only the first and third Saturday of each month.

It is so much fun! There's maybe 40/50 people there who are all like me! Looking for a place to belong. Well, at that Saturday night place, someone told us about a Friday night one at another church, which meets every week. So she and I went there last night! It was so much fun! I'm a very shy person, but I was really able to connect with people. I guess they're just as eager as me to find people to connect with.

So, no question. I just wanted to vent my excitement!

King of the Burgers

I decided to get Burger King for lunch. I LOVE their chicken sandwiches. Yum!

You know how different fast food places decorate their cups, bags, etc. in various themes? Like right now, McDonald's is "I'm Lovin' It." (Which, quite frankly, is getting a little old AND more than a little annoying!).

Anyway, back to BK. They have different funny saying on their bags, wrappers, etc, that have to do with the given product. Well, there was one that made me laugh... and reminisce. It was on the take-out bag, and said as follows:

"OFFICIAL BAGGLER PROCEDURE"
Frech fries that have attempted to escape from their containers only to strand themselves in the bottom of the bag are called "bagglers." Bagglers are fair game. The first to open the bag and retrieve the baggler gets to eat the baggler. Therefore, it is in one's best interest to be the keeper of the bag.

Well, what made me appreciate this so much is the fact that growing up, my siblings and I used to fight over these "bagglers." Even to this day, those stranded fries seem to taste better that the others. I feel special, like I was given a bonus treat. And I get mad (seriously!) when there are no fries at the bottom of the bag.

I'm a loser.

So question: Growing up, what kind of fights did you get in to with siblings over food? Which slice of pizza is bigger? Which carton of fries is the fullest? Which salad has more croutons?

Blogger, You Suck!

What's going on! Arg!

I just spent 20 minutes composing a good post. I hit the "Publish Post" button. And somehow, it got deleted!

So now I need to retype it. Well, I'm not gonna make it fancy with links or pics. Sorry about that.

So the post was supposed to be titled: Yes, No, Maybe So.

Som the other day, Becky and I were watching the Today Show. They were interviewing some doctors. Because of medical advancements, people have been living longer. We now have several people living past the age of 100. Well, apparently, people will soon be living to 150+.

No thank you! There's no way I'd want to live that long! To me, 80 sounds like a good age to end on. Enough time to live life, but not enough to fall into major bouts of dymentia, loneliness, depression, weakness. There's no way I'd want to spend 60 years in a nursing home, never getting any visitors, dying slowly. No way!

How about you? Would you want to live to 150?

Sorry for such a depressing post! I just found the concept of living to 150 to be very interesting and worthy of discussion.

When You Wish Upon a Star!

So my silly sister got me on this Avatars kick. I tried making a person who looked like me. So I put mine and Becky's on the sidebar by our profiles (Aren't we cute?!)

Then I decided to make my dream guy. This is how he turned out:



Pretty sexy, huh! And romantic, too! Gotta get me one of those! ... Too bad I don't even know any single guys. That would help things. Ah well.

So making my dream guy got me to thinking. What is my "type?" I'm not too sure. Whatever it is, I never dated it. Each guy I've dated has been so extremely different from the others. How about you? Do you date your type? Or for some, did you marry your type?


PS... Check out the sidebar. I added some other stuff besides our Avatars pics.

Road Kill

Imagine this:

its late one night... You're driving down some dark, deserted road. Its late... really late. You were headed to a party, but were given bad directions. You had gotten so completely and utterly lost: hence, the dark and deserted road. Needless to say, you never made it to the function. And you're starving. You skipped lunch that afternoon because you knew you'd be stuffing your face full of fantastic food that evening... but now you've missed out on that fancy food!!!

your mind is racing with these thoughts... your stomache is growling and cramping in hunger.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, a tiny little rodent-like animal jumps out in front of you on the road. Do you...

A. Swerve to miss the animal, subsequently crashing your car into a tree. You suffer severe bodily harm, but at least the animal is okay.

B. Slam on the brakes! You dont stop in time, and your back tire ends up directly on top of the rodent, pinning him to the ground. Your car is covered in guts, but at least you tried.

C. Speed up and laugh to yourself while picturing in your mind the look of terror on its face... Hey, you're tired and grouchy; you need something to cheer you up.

D. Hit him straight on. Then, pull your car over, get out your lighter, and start a fire on the side of the road. Cook the little rodent... you're starving and dont care WHAT it is that you're eating.



[this is meant to be funny. so, have a little humor in your answers.]

turn the other... ear?

okay, you may have heard the saying: "turn the other cheek." aka: if someone does something crappy to you, just let it go; breathe in, breathe out; stay calm.

but do you have to turn the other ear?

here's a dilema... My surrounding community thinks its "cool" to blare their music loud when its nice outside. They turn on their cars, roll down the windows, and turn the music up really loud. And half the time they arent even outside when its playing. On many occassions, there are four or five cars doing this all at the same time, but with different songs.

it drives me nuts.

SO... here is my devious thought: i'm gonna go out, turn on my car, roll down the windows, and blare my music... but i'm gonna play kids' music. Perhaps everyone will see how obnoxious "The wheels on the bus go round and round" is, and rethink their own music.

is that mean? or should i turn the other ear?