Thursday, May 28, 2009

Best Hair Ever

On Monday I got the cutest hair ever from that Kesk. I wish you could have seen it in person, 'cause it was the most wonderful of hair days. I've not since been able to recreate this exact wonderfulness, 'cause I'm not Kesk, but it is still my favoritest hair I've ever had. My 8th graders think it's great, and if they like it, it must be true because 8th graders don't like too much of anything.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Rockstar

Someone, who shall remain nameless--HILLYERIE--said that I am in big trouble because I haven't been blogging. To that I say, "Fine! I hope you are happy now."

This is what I've decided...I think that everyone needs someone who makes them feel like a rockstar. While I have many friends whom I love and whom love me, the one person that always makes me feel like a rockstar is only two: I think that the fact that she's only two is why she makes me feel like a rockstar. She is not inhibited in anyway and she makes it very clear how she feels.

For example: Today I was in Sandy all day and I decided to go by that zoo because I missed the zoo keeper and all the animals. When I walked through that door, Roxie greeted me like I might be Ed McMan with a big million dollar check. The only person that might have been more excited was the dog. His excitement, however, is not my favorite as it involves loud barking. To be fair, the Monkey and the Zebra are always excellent squeelers of joy when I come. I guess the only difference is that Rox is just the most persistent in her exuberence. With her, the happiness doesn't stop after I come through the door. Pretty much anytime she or I leave the room and come back into the room, even if it is only 2 minutes later, I think she forgets I'm there, so when she realizes I'm there, she acts like she hasn't seen me for months. Today I went into the bathroom to change my clothes from my heels and skirt and she stood outside the door talking to me and telling me stories until I came out. Lest you believe that the good times are over once I've been there a few minutes, Rox promptly leaps into my arms and there she stays (mostly). Even if she wanders away, she always manages to find her way back to my lap after a few minutes. You can probably guess how much I hate that. My favorite today was when I went and ran some errands with all of the zoo. Any time we got out of the car, she insisted that I hold her hand. Anyone else was welcome to hold the other hand, but I had to be attached to at least one of her tiny arms. How do you not feel like a rockstar with that kind of treatment, I ask you? Even when I don't think I'm all that great, Rox does and sometimes that's enough.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Only 9 Days Left...

I don't know how many of you know what it's like the last couple of weeks of school in a junior high, but let's play a pretend game of what it might be like. You might walk into your room and find a baby doll duct taped to your wall above the white board. It might look something like this:

Apparently, in Teen Living they have to carry baby dolls around all week so they will keep their clothes on and not get a real one. This one came with a ransom note and her mother picked her up during 8th period. People wonder why I teach junior high all the time and I tell you, THIS is why. This kind of stuff cracks me up. I don't think my sense of humor has developed much above theirs. I've made my peace with that.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Wardrobe Malfunction

This one time...okay, so it was tonight...I was at the Asian Star restaurant. I don't know if you know about this place, but it is in Sandy and it's fancy enough to have valet parking. Lest you think I am fancy, I was not there to eat. I was actually there with my Mary Kay friend, Deanna, giving out samples for Mother's Day and entering people into a drawing for a $200 basket. It was pretty much packed and without a reservation, you were not eating there tonight. At one point there was a bit of a lull in the evening and I was standing in the foyer area talking to that Deanna when all of a sudden she has this look on her face:
Why would Deanna all of a sudden make such a face, you ask? I wondered that too until I looked down and saw that my skirt was not on my hips, but instead, hanging out down around my ankles. I have never been more embarrassed in my life and I don't know as I ever will be that embarrassed again. Plus, also, there is no graceful way out of that situation. I just bent down and pulled it back up. My Deanna friend, who tells me she is 30-20 years old, told me (after peeling herself off of the floor) that it was officially the funniest moment of her whole entire life. When I look back upon it, funny is not the first word I think of.