Dear Megan. And Jules.

Dear Megan.

I'm sorry I'm the worst blogger in the entire world. Please forgive me. I have been typing until my eyeballs shrivel up and pop out of the sockets. It has not been fun. But I have some fun things to blog about over Christmas. Stay tuned. I think. At the very least, I have cute kids to post pictures of. Sorry I stink.

Love, Sara.

PS, how do you find that youtube of mark telling the horrible rabbit-killing story at the baby shower?

Dear Jules.

I know you tagged me. See above.

Love, Sara.

Oh the sleepiness of me!

So here I sit. It's parent-teacher conference day. The parents come in from 7:20 until who knows when. 9:30 maybe? Or maybe it's 10:00. I have absolutely know idea. I'm hoping it's 9:30. I teach family & consumer science. cooking, early childhood careers, life skills. While it's all very valuable information, it's not a course parents particularly value. I had a record-breaking 9 parents today. Only one was of a child of concern.

I am B-O-R-E-D. I did bring work with me to do, and I did some of it, but goodness I'm more exhausted than I am bored. I am sitting in a gym looking at all the long lines of parents wanting to talk to teachers. Poor parents, I'm sure they're bored to tears also. Even worse? Some poor kids got roped into walking around trying to sell their wares. I just had a group of 3 boys walk by. One is holding a pumping thing full of coffee. One is holding an open (nasty!) box of Krispy Kremes and one is carrying a basket with the cups, sugars, and all the other necessary accoutrement's. It's now occurring to me that I probably should spellcheck this blog.

I rarely use this as a forum to vent, but today I am venting. I detest parent-teacher conference day. Here's what I say. If you have a child in school and you are visiting the teachers, it is a long, painful and often unpleasant day for those teachers. Surprise them with a little treat. A brownie? A Reese's cup? A cup of tea? What I would give for a cup of hot water right now. I feel like something crawled in my lungs and is trying to die. I slept with the humidifier on last night though, and I'll chug the tea today in hopes that I can stave off the illness. It might help if I slept more than 4 hours a night, don't ya think?

I'm done now. I get to go back to my room and recover for a little bit before I have darling students. My students really are darling though.

I think I might go out to my car and take a nap.

Nasty people.

So once upon a time I wanted to see how many people had been to my blog. It's not many, friends. Not many at all. Occasionally go and look to see where people are and what not. Today I looked at search threads. You can see what people searched to get to your blog, but then this one also tracks what people search within your blog. There was an interesting search thread that some nasto searched today. When I say interesting, I don't really MEAN interesting. I mean the weirdo was really psychotic. Why would you search someone's blog for those things????!!! I mean, it's not like you're searching the whole world wide web. No no, these were searches WITHIN my blog. And they were all from the same IP address. In Ashburn. Over like 5 minutes. So nasty ashburn person whose IP is 65.216.218.133, go get your jollies somewhere else. You're nasty. And not the good kind of nasty.

Show yourself Nasty Mcnasterson.

3 blind mice, see how they run....

Soooooooooo as I am wont to do, I went on a blind-ish date tonight. Sheesh was this guy a doozy - all kinds of asking crazy questions and even trying to hold my hand!! He might as well have driven me up a canyon and displayed all the hey-nanner-nanners.

Ok, I'm kidding. I had a fabulous time. Except maybe I laughed too much. I do that sometimes, but they were all genuine laughs - not a single "I should laugh because he meant to be funny there." Real laughs. It was delightful, actually. Questions were good, conversation was fun. I hope he asks me out again soon.

In a hurry much?

To say it has been a crazy couple of days is a gross understatement. At least I knew I had to do a load of whites today, otherwise tomorrow would be a bit.... breezy. So I separated out all my dirty clothes and made a big pile and threw them in the wash. In a hurry? Yes indeed I was.

I was a little curious as to why the was was so clanky. We sometimes have a clanky washing machine, so I didn't think too much of it. Maybe the load was extra big or unbalanced or something, oh well. That is, until I went to put the clothes in the dryer. I opened the lid and this is what I saw:


What's that?? Can't tell what that is?? Well, you hopefully see that something is wrong. It is a load of whites with some big old black thing in there. Let me help you out....

Yes. My croc went into the wash. It is now very clean, I think. I'm awesome.

ummm huh?

So I'm doing my masters degree. And because it's a cohort we are doing it in an elementary school near mount vernon. THE mount vernon. Washington's Mount Vernon.

Because are classes are in an elementary school we get to see some rather entertaining things. I was walking down one of the halls one day and saw this envelope posted on the wall. I'm really not sure what goes in the envelope. And I'm a little disturbed by the smiley face only having one eye.


This one is for Paul. There was a lady on his mission who answered the door. In a horrible old-lady-500-years-of-smoking-voice she said "Hi, I'm Mrs. R. You can call me the Dragon Lady. Can I take your coats?" Well apparently Mrs. R is teaching music in Mt. Vernon now. Who knew??

shake it baby, shake it

Some of my favorite people are Darin, Adam and Mel. I love it when we do things all together, it's always a lot of fun. We had conference together, you know, a lovely breakfast spread. And we've had a few wii parties.

Mel and I are boxing and cannot for the life of us figure out how to actually make it hit each other so our match went on forever!

DHP and AJ dueled it out on the boxing also. They had an even harder time and worked up a good sweat trying to knock each other out. It was awesome.

Our first wii party, this is Darin after he'd just boxed. He was a little toasty. And he found some beady things on the end table. And they stuck to his head. Look how pleased Mel is with her man.

I had a wii party a couple weeks ago. And another about a month before that.