Monday, March 10, 2008

Brody is taller than Daisy!


I should really change the name of the blog to include the third dog -- but Brandon says Ellie's only half-a-dog anyway, so it doesn't matter.






Look how cute Brody is! It's hard to believe he's so naughty.

Friday, March 07, 2008

How many days until Spring Break?


Today was a rough day in the Sixth Grade. One of my students got upset at recess, hopped the playground fence, and started to walk home. He was half way across the parking lot when I came out to get my class and three students came running up to tell me. Needless to say, I went out and retrieved him. After a cooling off period, he came back just as happy and normal as could be.

Later in the day, three girls in my class were mad at each other, thus resulting in meanness and name-calling. Tears were shed, and as usual, there was nothing I could say that could help. Girl fights are much more difficult to deal with than boy fights. Girls are slow to forgive, and refuse to just "get over it" like boys do. Their words are more emotionally driven, so they hurt more and last longer.

Boys usually fight physically, and it's hardly ever personal. It's a flare of tempers or a misinterpreted shove.

With girls, it brews and simmers in a steaming cauldron, until it's good and ready to be served. By that time, the stew of vengeance is so heavy that the one dishing it out needs helpers -- other girls who will join in torturing the poor victim. Oh, to go back to junior high knowing what I know now...

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Brody the Devil Dog

Yes, our second store opened. Because of annoying delays, we opened late on December 3rd. It was a very busy December at both stores, and the staff at the new store is so new that Brandon had to work long hours to get it all done. One night, I drove out to help him and we didn't get home until about 11 p.m. When we finally got home, exhausted and ready for bed, we found that Brody (the puppy) had opened the door from the laundry room and all the dogs had been OUT WILD IN THE HOUSE!

Talk about disaster! Every single stuffed Christmas decoration was shredded. Even the three-foot Santa that stands by the door! Shredded. Ripped up. Demolished. Broken and chewed up ornaments. Shattered glass from ornaments everywhere. Potpourri strewn about and ground into the carpet, all the pillows off the couches, hair and scratch marks on the couches, three different pee spots, and a big pile of poop in the dining room. It looked like we had been robbed! Even the drawers of the coffee table were pulled out! How does that happen?

The worst thing was that we were both exhausted. Poor Brandon looked like he'd been hit by a truck! So I sent him to bed and started the big clean up. When I was telling my mom, she said, "So, did you call the pound to take Brody back?"

I told Brandon we should change his name to Lucifer. He's so naughty.

I forgot to tell you that under the tree was a package from my friend Cindy. On top of the package was a bag of chocolate ornaments. When the dogs got out, all that was left was the bag and bits of the foil! So guess what I came home to the NEXT day? Diarrhea in the laundry room all over the rug and tile. Yuck. At least neither of them died.

We wanted to go to Prescott for Christmas for a couple of days, but every boarding place we called said they'd been booked for months. I guess we should have thought ahead. We had places for Daisy and Ellie, but I can't really ask anyone to take Brody if I want them to be my friends afterward...

So, that's my life right now. Recovering from busy times at the stores, traffic school today (just as torturous as you might expect), and a naughty puppy ruling my life. Good thing he's cute!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Bazooka Bubble Gum Song

Just taught my class this song today. They LOVE it.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

HP7


I just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. What a great book! I LOVE LOVE LOVED it! A very satisfying end to a phenomenal series. If you haven't finished it yet, DO NOT READ ON...

Things I loved:
1. Deathly Hallows -- not a place! What a creative and fun story line. I liked how the search for the hallows played against the search for the horcruxes and ended up being the test of character.
2. The reappearance of all the characters! Everyone from every book appeared in this one and they all seemed to get what was coming to them -- good or bad!
3. Neville. He has always bugged me, but in this book, he really stepped up to the plate. His parents would be proud. (See #6 below.)
4. Snape's story. We knew why he was fixated on Harry as James's son, but now the whole storyline with Lily got us thinking.
5. Answers from Dumbledore! I was so mad at him in book 6. Now I know why he did what he did. I especially liked his admission that he was not perfect, but a selfish man who loved getting all the attention. Very interesting.

My questions:
1. What happened to all the teenaged angst that was so prevalent in book 6? Ron loves Hermione and Harry loves Ginny and Joanie loves Chachie, right? There were a couple of mentions of Harry and Ginny, but Ron and Hermione spent the entire book together and didn't act like they were more than friends except for one extremely minor scene in the end(and a couple of compliments in the beginning).
2. How did Neville get the sword of Griffindor? Am I missing some connection between him and the goblin?
3. I find it unbelievable that Harry would say the taboo name of Voldemort, resulting in their capture. No way.
4. Poor Hedwig. Why?
5. No new magic! I was bored with the same old thing each time! If it wasn't Expelliarmus, it was Stupefy! If it wasn't hiding under the cloak, it was using Polyjuice! I have to admit, I wanted a little more creative magic! I don't know how I expected them to know any more than they did in the last book though...they didn't go to school this year!
6. Why didn't Neville get to finish off Beatrix Lestrange? Maybe that would have been unrealistic, but it would have been the greatest revenge.

About the epilogue:
1. I can't decide if I think it's cheesy or not. I love the characters so much that I was happy to read about them in the future. However, it was so contrived, with revelations coming through strained dialogue. Maybe JK just wrote it to avoid having to answer the inevitable interview question: Do Harry and Ginny end up together? How about Ron and Hermione?
2. We know Harry and Ginny have two boys: James and Albus Severus. What is James's middle name? My guess is Sirius. Also, their girl is Lily. What's her middle name?
3. They saved Draco's life! And his mom saved Harry's! I think their long-standing feud would be lessened by the experience (and the healing effects of 19 years). I found Ron's bitterness toward his child hard to believe.

That's all I'm thinking about right now.
Maybe more later.

Monday, July 09, 2007

I did something really stupid...






I got a puppy.
A brand-new puppy.
Not potty-trained.
Does not sleep through the night.
I might as well have a newborn baby!

But look how cute he is!

What's his name? We can't decide between Rocket and Brody. He seems to answer better to Brody.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Google Results...

My friend Amanda said that the new fun thing to do is google your name with the phrase "looks like" and see what funny thing comes up. For example, if your name were Fred, you would google: Fred looks like

Well, here goes:

Her coworker Marcie looks like an outcast from the 70's with that hairdoo and glasses

and

Brandon looks like a 20pound emo punk in an ugly Superman wannabe suit

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Magic Coin

At every restaurant, the
beaming faces of
bus boys and
servers and
children
would gaze, mesmerized,
as my dad made the magic coin
disappear from his hand.
The coin swirled and swirled,
around and around,
teasing his palm.

And then it was gone,
each finger lifting
to show nothing.

And now he is gone,
but unlike his magic coin,
he will not reappear
to delight the crowd once more.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

How are you like bread?

• You're crusty on the outside, soft and vulnerable on the inside
• People avoid you like you're evil (or full of carbs)
• You really hold it all together (like lunch meat and stuff)
• You're everyone's favorite part of the meal
• You like to loaf around (sorry, just couldn't resist...)
• You're soft and doughy (because of all the loafing...)

Monday, January 15, 2007

I am the Pack Leader

The Dog Whisperer has changed my life. I think Cesar Millan is my new best friend.
I've been obsessed with TiVoing all episodes of the show, and have been watching nothing else. I think I'm almost caught up on all three seasons now. Meanwhile, I've been annoying everyone around me by spewing forth "the wisdom of Cesar."
Since he says basically the same things over and over again, I have taken to repeating them and applying them to unrelated situations. My favorite parts of the show:
• Daddy the pit bull, possibly the coolest pit bull alive
• Predicting what type of Jeep Cesar will arrive in (can you say product placement?)
• Rules, boundaries & limitations...in that order
• Calm-assertive AND calm-submissive (both are good)
• Learning to bite your dog before he can bite you first
• Blue polo shirts in EVERY episode (can't the dog whisperer afford a wardrobe whisperer?)
• Cesar imitating the facial expressions and actions of the dogs (SO funny)
• Me imitating Cesar (even funnier)

So besides being quite entertained, I can now better control the dogs in my life as well as the sixth graders. I learned to be the pack leader -- calm assertive (insert goofy facial expression here).

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Disgruntled Graffiti


On the big, portable dumpster outside of our store, someone spray painted "F--- you if you hate me", which is relatively pointless I think. If someone already hates you, you have probably already offended them enough. No need for further antagonism.
The best thing about this graffiti is that the last word is sort of undecipherable. My friend Amanda came over yesterday and thought it said, "F--- you if you hate pie". As in, "You hate pie? Well, f--- you then!" When she left (after much help - thanks, Amanda!) I sat there thinking about the Pie Fanatic that could have crafted such a phrase. Maybe it was a disgruntled Marie Callender's worker. Maybe it was an old grandma whose grandchildren don't appreciate her home-cooking. Maybe it was Betty Crocker herself!
Either way, "I hate pie" is going to be my new phrase. When I really want to say a big F.U. I will say, "I hate pie" and leave it at that.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Every Party has a Pooper

I have a great class of sixth graders this year. They're nice, they're smart, and they can do just about anything...that is, anything except wipe their own butts. To be fair, it's only one child who has trouble with this fine motor skill. Yes, you're reading correctly. There's an eleven-year-old in the world who can't wipe correctly, and therefore smells as if he's crapped his pants on a daily basis.

As if teaching isn't shitty enough some days...
(ha!)

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Fight at the dog park

Dogs are pretty civilized at the dog park. They run around getting to know each other by sniffing each others' butts. I can't help but think that humans should do the same. For instance, on Sunday morning, if the 35 year old man who brought his daughter to the park had taken a whiff of the 60 year old asshole there with his wife, he would have known that trouble was about to ensue. It was the asshole of an asshole.
Who knows what the argument was about. From 40 yards away, all I heard was yelling back and forth and then the fight was on. It was a mass struggle, everyone nearby helping to pull them apart. The physical altercation only lasted about 20 seconds, but what was even more upsetting was the little girl -- the man's daughter -- and her screams of horror. "Daddy! Daddy! My daddy!" she screamed over and over again. It was the sound of sheer terror. The seconds ticked by, punctuated by her screams. After it was over and the asshole was being coaxed away by his wife, I watched the little girl in her hot pink T-shirt, hugging her dad's leg, still crying.
The police came. They talked to the witnesses. No one was seriously hurt. Or were they? I can't help but think of that cute little girl and the nightmares she had that night. Her wounds were deeper, and I'm sure her recovery will be slower. Watching your dog compete for dominance over other dogs is one thing, but watching your dad get put in his place at the dog park has to be pretty scary.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Mind over Matter


We're signing up for life insurance. I guess the paranoia won -- we're officially scared that one of us will die and the other will be stuck with all the bills. Never mind the unbearable grief and loneliness and overwhelming sense of loss. It's the debt. How scary the possibility of becoming poor.
So, tonight the lab tech came to take blood and urine samples, health histories, and height and weight. I guess the insurance company wants to make sure we're healthy enough to make monthly payments FOR A LONG TIME. Anyway, almost everything went fine. For example, I told her all about the Diabetes and Cancer in my family (hmmm...can you say high risk?), I even let her write down my actual weight (unheard of)! But what I couldn't do was stay upright and conscious while she stuck a little tiny needle in my arm for a mere five seconds.
And I digress...
When I was six, I became an aunt. My brother's wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and I was there at the hospital soon afterward. My most vivid memory of that time was not the joy of having a nephew. It was not the happiness of the family all gathered together. Instead, it was the absolute horror of watching the circumcision while my mother explained the procedure to me. And now as an adult, I can't help but think, WHY DID SHE ALLOW A SIX YEAR OLD TO SEE SUCH A THING! I still remember the wave of nausea and the spinning room and having to put my head between my knees. Ever since then, I have been unable to deal with needles or blood. Needles and blood combined? Forget it.
What makes it worse is that I have what they call "deep veins". That means that tonight when the cute little lab tech is trying to find a vein, I'm trying to stay calm and not having much success. After she sticks me left and right, and I almost pass out several times, and my husband is holding me up while balancing a pack of frozen cauliflower on my neck, I am thinking that maybe we don't need life insurance. Maybe I'll take my chances with death and poverty. Because right now death and poverty seem a lot less threatening than the big silver needle that's coming at me.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Snacks for the road


In the crunchy category:
• Cheez-Its, not Nips. Nips are nasty.
• Goldfish originals (no oddly-orange cheddar)
• Teddy Grahams, because they're so cute
• Honey Wheat pretzel twists (just because they say "wheat" doesn't mean they're good for you)
• Honey Barbecue Fritos (then go breathe on someone)

This blog brought to you by my guilty conscience. I feel guilty for my last blog, which is totally negative and b!tchy. I feel guilty for not wanting to blog about anything worthwhile. And I feel guilty for loving carbs so much that I actually made a list of my favorites. Hmmm...I guess it all says something about me.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Does it really STAY in Vegas?

You're sitting around with your friends, and the conversation is getting juicy. Someone inevitably says something like, "What's said at the table STAYS at the table!" Everyone chuckles, nods wide-eyed in agreement, and grips their seats in anticipation of the info about to be spewed. Here come the deep, dark secrets.
This is when I get annoyed. Now, don't get me wrong: I have nothing against hearing dirty tales of deceit and mischief. Quite the contrary! I say the naughtier the better! It's just that I cannot STAND the phrase "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" and it's even worse when people change the phrase to have some sort of situational meaning for them. It's NOT clever. It's NOT funny. And we've heard it about 127 times before.
And what's more, it in no way binds the listeners in secrecy. How's that for pointless?

Monday, July 31, 2006

The inevitable 100 things about me

1. I am very secretive.
2. As a result, this list is going to be very difficult for me to write.
3. I am the youngest of six children, but since I came six years after my nearest sibling, I was raised almost as an only child.
4. I was obviously an "accident" even though my mom denies it.
5. I am a Scorpio.
6. I like to think that I'm one of the nice Scorpios.
7. I was raised in a very religious household, but I am no longer religious.
8. My religious past causes me much grief.
9. I am married to the most wonderful guy on the planet.
10. We met on eHarmony.
11. I used to be embarrassed about meeting online, since it's not something I would normally do, but now I freely admit it AND recommend it to others.
12. I am scared of heights, speed, and being out of control.
13. I force myself to go on roller coasters because I don't want to be "boring".
14. My favorite color changes between green and purple, depending on the day.
15. My favorite food is always anything Mexican.
16. I love to go out for sushi, but I don't really like it.
17. I'm very good at using chopsticks since my brother forced me to learn at age 9.
18. I can say random phrases in Korean, French, Japanese, Spanish, Finnish, Portuguese, German, and Chinese, but I only speak English.
19. I love to cook, but nothing too complicated or weird.
20. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a marine biologist or a teacher.
21. I became a teacher.
22. I'm still obsessed with whales.
23. When I was 7, I ran into a parked car on my bike because I was trying to create my own strobe light by blinking my eyes quickly while riding.
24. I love See's chocolate more than anyone should.
25. My dad died last year, and I think about him a lot.
26. Sometimes I talk to him in my mind just in case he can hear me.
27. When I was a kid, I was labeled "gifted", but I don't think I am anymore.
28. My mom always told me I could do anything. I'm only recently figuring out that it's not so.
29. I'm really bad at yoga. I have no balance but I like the meditation.
30. I love modern art, the stranger the better.
31. Speaking of strange, I'm a HUGE Prince fan.
32. I don't believe that things "happen for a reason". I believe that things just happen.
33. When people tell me they think "things happen for a reason", I don't tell them that I disagree.
33. I think the more you go through in life, the more tolerant you become.
34. I am secretly intolerant of intolerant people.
35. I'm trying to become less judgemental.
36. I appreciate beautiful language. I only wish I could create it myself.
37. I'm addicted to these TV shows (and my TiVo): Hell's Kitchen, Lost, 24, Scrubs, Las Vegas, and Desperate Housewives.
38. I'm a registered Republican, but I'm Democratic in most of my views.
39. I absolutely hate country music.
40. I make the best chocolate chip cookies ever. I also make a fabulous lemon meringue pie (my mom's recipe).
41. I love ice cream.
42. I have trouble with my weight and I'm afraid I always will.
43. I care way too much about people's perceptions of me.
44. I need constant attention and praise from my husband. Luckily he gives it freely.
45. I take friendship very seriously. All my friends are life-long.
46. I love shopping for shoes, but I only buy them if they're on sale.
47. I used to be a liar, but now I'm extremely honest.
48. I used to do a lot of things I find reprehensible now.
49. I am a procrastinator and a night person, which means you'll often find me busy getting projects done late at night.
50. I sing really loud in the car when I'm alone.
51. Sometimes I sing that way just to make my husband laugh.
52. I'll do just about anything to make him laugh, including act like a total idiot. My "car dancing" always gets him.
53. I will never get a tattoo.
54. I was always too scared to do any serious drugs.
55. I worked at Chili's as a server for 6 years.
56. Working in the restaurant business taught me a lot about life in the real world.
57. Consequently, I am a great tipper.
58. The word "bosom" gives me the creeps.
59. Physical violence of any kind makes me sick to my stomach.
60. I love massages and pedicures, but I hate facials.
61. I love to go out for breakfast, especially on Sunday mornings.
62. I love to travel, but I hate being in charge of the itinerary.
63. I got married in Maui and it was the best time of my life.
64. I went to the Bahamas and the Virgin Islands and actually thought they were ugly compared to Maui.
65. I cry at at the movies.
66. I cry when I get really frustrated.
67. I cry when I laugh too hard.
68. I put childbirth and death in the same category. Countless other people have gone through it, so I think I'll be fine when I do too.
69. I love babies and all the little faces they make.
70. I am very observant and intuitive about people.
71. I notice mouths first.
72. I have an overbite due to the fact that I refused to wear my retainers after I got my braces off.
73. I share a birthday with Picasso.
74. I can wiggle my ears.
75. As a kid, I watched Romancing the Stone so much, I could quote it.
76. To this day, I like to watch romantic comedies over and over again.
77. My favorite is You've Got Mail
78. My blood type is my outlook on life: B positive.
79. I played both piano and violin when I was young.
80. My childhood violin still has tear stains on it from my incessant crying during rigorous practices.
81. In junior high, I liked skateboarding and pro wrestling.
82. My mom still thinks I'm a girly girl.
83. I met Luis Gonzales after the 2001 World Series and told him he looked familiar (duh).
84. I can't wait to have kids.
85. I'm one of the few people I know that loves her job.
86. I don't know if I want to be a stay-at-home mom.
87. I get bored easily.
88. I always have too much to do, and I like it that way.
89. I appear very organized, but I'm reallly messy.
90. The condition of my house usually mirrors the condition of my life.
91. I love to sleep and take naps.
92. I can usually fall asleep within three minutes of lying down in bed.
93. I have always been a night owl, but I pretend to be a morning person too.
94. I love Starbuck's.
95. My idea of the perfect day includes reading a book and drinking a margarita in a hammock on the beach.
96. I love giving gifts.
97. I try to make other people feel good about themselves.
98. I'm always worried about my lipstick.
99. When I turned 29, I was a little depressed. When I turned 30, I refused to admit it.
100. I still have too many secrets.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Heeeeeeeeere's Daisy!



This is Daisy, the best dog ever. In case you think your dog is better or cuter, here are some reasons I beg to differ:
1. Daisy never begs. For anything. When you put her outside, she entertains herself until you decide she should come in.
2. She can catch food and treats in mid air. The key word for her to perform this fabulous magic trick is, "Ready?"
3. She eats watermelon and peaches. Other fruit to follow.
4. When scratching her chin or neck, Daisy scrunches up her face, creating wrinkles upon wrinkles. We call this "the old lady".
5. She announces her presence with one tiny lick on your leg as if to say, "Hi!"
6. She wags her tail so hard, her entire backside wags with it. Talk about excitement!
7. She can go outside without a leash and not run away (unlike our other dog who's a complete flight risk.)
8. She's totally in style with her smudged black eye make-up.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

oh, the pressure...

It's such a big deal to come up with a clever blog title -- one that will catch the attention of bored blog surfers. One that will make them stop, consider, and smirk as they feel hypnotically compelled to read whatever this witty blogger has to say. One that will...
Oh, who cares. In the end, I decided I don't really want random freaks reading my blog. So I settled for a boring name -- one that describes the things that consume my life at the current moment. What can I say? I have a pretty happy, uneventful life right now, and I love it (as opposed to my former soap opera life full of all kinds of unmentionable drama)!

Other BLOG titles I considered:

• I Wasn't Born with Enough Middle Fingers (for all the venting and complaining I'll inevitably do. this clever phrase borrowed from a Marilyn Manson song)

• Big Boo (the euphemism I used as a child when I had to go #2...incidentally, I didn't know the term was unique to my family until the age of 7. I recently told my brother I was going to make this my vanity plate.)

• WWMD? (a philosophical study of my so-called assertiveness, led by my friend Amanda whose brilliance is unmatched)

• Feel Free to be Controlled (get it?)

• Hooked, Lined, but not Sunk (this actually has a lengthy explanation. If you really want to know about it, you'll have to ask me in person)

• Musings (what a great word...)