Saturday, December 17, 2011


  • The other night, this text message convo totally went down:
    Me: I'm sneaking cheesecake into a movie theater. I'm so bad-a.
    The Hubs: I knew I married good.
    Except I realized I had forgotten a fork. Shoot.
    When I asked the hubs about his poor grammar, he replied, "Oh yeah, I totally typed 'I married well' and then erased it and put 'good' because I knew it would drive you crazy."
    Touche, sir.
  • A week ago, I lectured on Robert Frost with my 7th graders. One student pops up and asks, "Wait, wait! Sorry, but Robert Frost: was he a poet or a booker?"
    And he totally wasn't kidding.  A booker. Good grief. 

  • I was horribly depressed today after a little lizard appeared on my windshield, clung to my wipers, and then leaped off my car AS I'M DRIVING IT in an attempt to escape.  I kept screaming for him to stop, to hold on for dear life, but he didn't listen.  Poor little guy.

  • As I'm doing my Wii Fit, the hubs strolls by, pauses, then says, "You know, all that 'inhale, exhale' is what you'll be hearing when you're eventually pregnant, and, you know, giving birth."
    .... thirty seconds later ....
    No, we're not preggers.

  • I think our dog believes she's a person . . . but everyone else says that about their own pups so it must be a common dog-owner delusion.

  • It amazes me that, no matter how many times I say THE SAME THING over and OVER again, literally for weeks, every class period, the day before a paper is due and even, believe or not, the day it is to be turned in, I receive emails from students ASKING QUESTIONS about that same topic.  I realize that you're young, a mind filled with important things like the latest Bieber tune and other class projects, but . . . really?
    Then again, I do give them permission to email and ask.  I might just reconsider that and make them take notes instead . . . oh, but wait, all the notes and instructions are online on the school webpage.

  • Despite my previous post, I really do sincerely love my job and the kids there. Seriously, I couldn't be happier. It has its stresses, but I have superb students and wonderful classroom families who are so supportive and encouraging. 

  • Little things matter and can make someone's day.  For instance, I shared some of my hand lotion with a couple of girls who were early to class. Oh the giggles we shared :]

  • We are just NOW (like literally as I type this Chris is testing the lights) decorating our home and tree.  WOW.  The exterior, sadly will remain bland.

  • During a midnight showing of "Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows" (FYI: GO SEE IT!!!), I was suddenly made very aware of my own age.
    I was attending with two fellow English teachers (I LOVE being part of a "department"--oh the comradery!), and over a dozen of our high school students decided to "join" us . . . meaning they stalked us into Cheesecake Factory next to the theater and then proceeded to bounce around in the seats right next to or in front of us JUST to bug us (I am not being paranoid here--if I am, it was group paranoia and I merely caught the bug). 
    Anyways, Regal Theaters has that roller coaster intro, you know? And I didn't have even the inkling to raise my arms and scream. Nope.  I watched that group of teens wave their arms about and all I felt was embarrassment (good grief . . . am I really turning into my mother?)
    I also felt sick due to four hours of sleep and four cokes over the course of the day, more soda than I've had since college.
    I also decided that midnight premiers and a 3:30 AM homecoming may be too late for these old bones. 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Day My Sister Thought I Had a Nervous Breakdown

No lie.
I stop by the hubs' shop on the way home from work, and, lo and behold, there's my brother with our sister in the car.  "SARAH!" she cries, "Our English teacher scared me to death! She said you were having a really rough day started crying in class, and I thought you'd finally lost it!"
"You mean I finally had that nervous breakdown you've been waiting for?"
"Yeah! Then I read your Facebook status . . . and I realized that, no, you were just emotional."
I couldn't tell if she was relieved or a little disappointment. I guess a nervous breakdown in the family would add a little pizzazz to this boring, totally not-stressful time of year.
Oh wait . . .