Good Enough

2006-09-27T07:30:00.000-07:00

Lasagna Pizza

Someone from Pizza Hut has a secret. He (it could be a she, but for simplicity purposes we'll just say he) has the ability to fly to heaven and come back to earth. On one of these missions, he asked God himself if He would create the most heavenly pizza and allow him to share it with his fellow earthlings. And thus, my friends, is the Lasagna Pizza. OH. MY. GOSH. This stuff is deeelicious. You know that white, creamy filling in between layers of lasagna? There's a big dallop on top of the pizza, which happens to be a warm, doughy, deep dish with chunks of spicy sausage and fresh herbs. Just sayin....you should try it.

Jenny got us the pizza in exchange for a few hours of work at her new restaurant last night. That's pretty sad when you ask for food instead of money for compensation. Get control of yourself, Emily! Anyways, the health inspector is going there this morning, and if all goes welll, The Dog House could be open for business as early as tomorrow! Yea, Jenny! If anyone happens to be reading this, The Dog House is on S. Limestone in Lexington. Check it out.

Oh....how could I forget the most exciting part about Jenny getting open tomorrow? Jon, my husband, is going to dress up like a hot dog and pass out fliers around campus. This will most definitely be my proudest moment ever. (Just keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't make it in the paper.)

On another note, my lovely little voice can be heard on the radio sometime soon. I'll let you know when later. I will be reading an announcement for the Carnegie Learning Center through my work. I typically am a really good reader, but I'm sure somehow I'll manage to totally screw up my big chance and never be asked to do PR work again!

Oh...that reminds me of a story. I know I'm rambling, but just hang on. This is pretty funny. Jon and I had asked my brother-in-law, Chris, to do a reading for our wedding because my sister said, "Oh, he's great at stuff like that...so articulate, and he doesn't get nervous." My ass. First of all, we had picked a verse from Colossians for him to read, but somehow, he thought I had said Jeremiah. Do those two words sound alike? I didn't think so either. So, up until the day of the wedding, he had been practicing a verse in Jeremiah. You do realize that is the Old Testament....the verse probably went something like, "And God brought down his wrath on the people of the old land...." Probably not the best choice for a wedding.

Anyways, he figured out the right verse just in time. He calmly and confidently walked up to the podium and began to read from the Good Book. After reading a couple of lines, he looked up to the guests for dramatic effect, and when he looked back down, silence. More silence. I could see the panic arise on his face. His finger started racing around the page looking for the line he had left off on. He finally finds the general area, re-reads the line he had just read, and finishes off with a bit of stuttering and a horrified look on his face. Oh...Chris. Thanks for the entertainment. As the bride, I felt it was not appropriate to snort out a big laugh, but let me tell you, it was hard to hold back.

2006-09-21T06:19:00.000-07:00

Randomness

I really don't have anything to blog about so we'll see where this goes. First of all, you know what's ironic? I watched the 2 hour Biggest Loser premeire last night. So..I sat on my ass for 2 hours watching other people lose weight. I felt so guilty about it that I did 40 sit-ups when it was over. I really love Bob, the trainer on there. He really motivates, but understands when you have mental breakdowns too. I wish I had Bob waking me up every morning and making me go jogging and eat oatmeal for breakfast. Then when it was over, he would listen to all my problems. Bob is great.

So, here I am at the bank. We haven't gotten robbed yet this week, so that's good. You may think I'm exagerating when I say that I really don't do anything here. But, really...out of 8 1/2 hours, I may do actual work for 1 hour. My day mostly consists of reading books, playing on myspace, writing blogs, and talking on the phone. This is all good, except for one thing. I'm gonna get office ass if I'm not careful. If you're not aware, office ass is when your ass sits in a chair all day and slowly, over time, flattens and expands. Maybe I should get "Buns of Steel" to try and prevent this.

I did have to go to this training the other day about the "Patriot Act." No, I had no idea what that was, and no, even after the training I still have no idea what it is. We played Jeopardy to review what we had "read" in the packet. The quotations mean that I didn't so much read it, as I may have skimmed over like the first paragraph. Basically, I felt like everyone around me was speaking Greek.

That reminds me of a time in college in South Carolina. Back in my free loving hippy days, I was known to do a little "toking." One time I made the mistake of partaking right before Spanish class. I was just staring at the professor the whole time thinking "why on earth is she speaking Japanese when this is supposed to be Spanish class?" Oh....Emily.

Anywho, plans for the weekend. Well, I'm gonna have to guess there might be some beer involved. I think we may go to Oktoberfest on Friday, which, if you don't know is the most fun ever had in a Catholic church parking lot. Gambling, beer, music, adn German food for your pleasure. Saturday we're going to Emilee's wedding, and that's about all I got for now. If you're really lucky, you'll may even get an afternoon post because I really have nothing to do today since I finished my book.

2006-09-11T08:32:00.000-07:00

Apple Pie in a Cup

What kind of freakin genius came up with this? So, the big opening tailgating event was this Saturday. In case you didn't know, tailgating spells F-U-N. If you don't believe me, just ask Whitney who had her doubts until she was thrown into the Happy Camp tailgating experience. You'll never be the same.

Back to the apple pie. One day some smart young chap was sitting around thinking I just love apple pie, but there are 2 problems with it. #1 - You have to use energy to chew it. #2 - In no way can it get you drunk. Hence, the birth of the apple pie shot. Yes, my friends. It is a delicacy in the tailgating world where the forms of getting drunk usually involve Natty Ice and a funnel. Below, are the directions so that you, too, may experience the deliciousness that is the apple pie shot:

-bunch of apple juice
-bunch of apple cider
-bunch of cinnamon
-hella pure grain
*Pour all ingredients in a big jug (like the kind apple cider comes in), shake it up, and refrigerate (I assume overnight would be best)

OK....on with the tailgating experience. Me, Jon, Whit, Jenny, and the happy campers had a lot to drink, a little to eat (who doesn't bring any condiments when serving hamburgers and hotdogs???), and a whole lotta fun. If I had told you that I was stuck in a port-a-potty for 45 minutes, you might not think "fun." But it was. We were stuck because of Monsoon Marilyn (I don't know if monsoons really have names, but they should). We then returned to our tailgating site, which interestingly enough, was being swept away by the flood. Still, you may say that does not sound fun. But it was. We jumped on the coffee table, swam in the lake created by the flood, and just kept on truckin.

I need to interrupt my tailgaiting blog to tell you'll how very relieved I am. I had saved this blog as a draft when I went to eat lunch. I came back to open it and my computer said I couldn't get on blogger because there's something wrong with my cookies!!! Take your cookies and shove them up your ass!! Has someone found out that this is what I do all day and forbidden me access? Has my play on the internet all day and get paid plan been foiled?? I thought I may never get on at work again....and then what in the hell would I do here at my desk all day? So, I logged off, tried again, and thank heavens, it worked. I know you'll are just as relieved as I am. On with the blog!

Anywho, we ended up getting soaking wet at the game, ruining any hopes of a diet with Taco Bell (damn you, Taco make my ass fat Hell!), and having a grand ol time in general. Here are some pictures to prove it to you.

2006-09-08T13:40:00.000-07:00

Lamo

Ok, well, I'm too lame to think of anything interesting to write about today, so I'll just complete a questionaire of sorts for your reading entertainnet. Really, somebody keeps pressuring me about posting and I'm sick of their whining. So here ya go!

Oh....one interesting thing did happen today. A customer came in and wanted to speak with Wanda, a lady I work with. I asked him his name and he said, "Butch." I picked up the phone and said, "Wanda, bitch, butch is here to see you." No joke. I'm a moron.

1.) What curse word do you use the most?
Dammit!

2.) Do you own an iPod?
What's that?

3.) Who on your Myspace do you talk to the most:
Whitney. She is quite the dedicated myspacer.

4.) What time is your alarm clock set for?
7:25 a.m.

5.) What are you favourite colours?
purple (what's up with favourite...are we in freakin England?)

6.) Flip flops or sneakers?
flip flops (and again...what's up with sneakers...now my location displacement machine has taken me to Boston apparently)

7.) Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
Take the picture, unless I'm looking pretty sexy

8.) What was the last movie you watched?
Jon and I watched Goodfellas last night. I've never seen it before and I usually hate gangster movies, but that was ahhhhsome.

9.) Do any of your friends have children?
Yes. We're so old.

10.) Has anyone ever called you lazy?
I'm afraid so. Like a lot of times.

11.) Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?
Every once in a while I will take a tylenol pm. Either it totally knocks me out, or I get absolutely zero sleep so it's risky to take.

12.) What CD is currently in your CD player?
Don't know, but I'm sure it's something Jon put in there cause he's a music hog in the car.

13.) Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
Regular.

14.) Has anyone told you a secret this week?
Yep. And boy is it juicy.

15.) How many pairs of shoes do you own?
I can't tell or my husband will make me give them away.

16.) Who was the last person to call you?
My dad

17.) Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
I'm sure, but I don't care

18.) Did you watch cartoons as a child?
Only a select few, including Animaniacs and Doug

20.) Are you shy around the opposite sex?
No.

21.) What movie do you know every line to?
Maybe Dumb and Dumber

23.) What is your favorite salad dressiing?
Balsamic Vinegarette

24.) Do you read for fun?
I'm in the middle of a mystery book right now

25.) Do you cry alot?
No. But if there are onions around I will be toe up. Oh...and Extreme Home Makeover always makes me cry.

26.) When was the last time you cried?
The other day when Jenny and I watched a special on wives of firefighters in 9/11.

27.) Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?
laptop

28.) Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?
One voluntary excruciatingly painful experience is enough for a lifetime.

29.) What is the weather like?
The sun is finally coming out, but it has been dreary and rainy all day.

30.) Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?
No.

32.) When was the last time you slept on the floor?
Probably camping back in highschool. I bring an air mattress if I go now.

33.) How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
At least 7, but more like 10 is preferable.

35.) Are your days full and fast-paced?
They used to be when I was trying to tame 23 tyrants. Now my days are full of, well, this.

36.) Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?
Yes, damn you calories.

37.) What does your last text message say?
I don't do text messaging.

39.) Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Yes, I strapped into the seat, got it buckled, and immediately unbuckled myself and walked off. I know. That's ridiculous.

40.) Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?
Both. I'm definitely not one of those girls. You know, the kind that has to have all the male attention, and it bitchy to all the girls.

41.) Do you like Cottage Cheese?
Mmmm....delicious!

42.) Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?
back

43.) Have you ever bid for something on eBay?
I don't trust e-bay.

44.) Do you enjoy giving hugs?
If it's not a burly, sweaty stranger with bad breath, then yes.

45.) What song did you last sing out loud?
Ummm....no idea.

46) What is your favorite TV show?
What kind of question is that? How could I possibly narrow down all the delightful television entertainment. Some favorites are Seinfeld, King of Queens, Survivor, Desperate Housewives...

47) Which celebrity dead or alive would you want to have lunch with?
Oprah

48) Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
My wedding

49) Whats one thing you wish you had?
I could say something really humanitarian or sentimental, but let be honest, I would really like some mula right now.

2006-09-08T11:28:00.000-07:00

He Came At Me With A Cold Stare and a 32 Calibur!

That's what I'm gonna tell the news team if they ask me for another interview anyways. So, here's what really happened. I'm sitting at my cozy little desk at the bank (probably looking around on myspace or something) when Stacy (the branch manager) runs up the stairs, locks the front door, and yells into the CEO's office that we've been robbed again. That's basically where the action stops for me. Everyone downstairs (where the tellers are) get to talk to the cops, give descriptions, and enjoy pizza for their "traumatic day."

Meanwhile, I'm stuck upstairs not knowing what's going on and most importantly, not being able to give my "eyewitness account" to the reporters. Actually, nobody was allowed to talk to the reporters. One guy from channel 18 came in and asked me if anyone would be willing to do an interview. I so wanted to be like "me! me!" The following is how the interview would have gone had I been allowed to participate:

Reporter: Mrs. Prickett, tell us what you saw.

Mrs. P: Well, I was dilligently working away to ensure the continued success of this fine establishment when I noticed a suspicious looking fellow walk in the door.

Rep: How was he suspicious?

Mrs. P: He was wearing sunglasses and I could tell by the way he was twitching that he was aching for some sort of drugs. My keen sense was telling me crack cocaine.

Rep: What does that have to do with the robbery? Get to the point, Mrs. P.

Mrs. P: Obviously, he needed money to support his addiction, and who has more money than a bank? As he approached the counter, I could just see his intentions through his cold, dark eyes.

Rep: Brilliant, Mrs. Prickett, just brilliant. Then what happened?

Mrs. P: Well, he fiddled in his pocket for a minute. Next thing I knew, he jerked a gun out and pointed it right between my eyes. He yelled "give me all your cash, little lady!" From reading my bank procedures handbook I knew I should just do as the robber said. As I was loading the cash into a big bag, he was swinging the gun around yelling, "faster, faster!" I threw him the bag, and he darted out the door.

Rep: Is that where the story ends?

Mrs. P: Almost. I immediately hurdled my body over the counter and took off after him. I knew that I could catch him since I've been training for a marathon coming up in the fall. Unfortunately, my fellow employees blockaded the door, and wouldn't let me go. They were all just yelling, "No, Emily, it's too dangerous! You don't always have to be the hero!"

Rep: Wow, Mrs. Prickett. You really did the right thing. Were you scared?

Mrs. P: Well, I'm probably not going to sleep too soundly tonight if that tells you anything.

So.....how did I do? So what if the story is a bit embellished? The truth is, it was a silent robbery. The guy just slid a note across the counter, got his money, and left. But my story would have been much more interesting for channel 18. It definitely would have made the top story!

2006-09-07T10:34:00.000-07:00

Reality Television Is Devilishly Delicious

Believe it or not people, I am a bloggin. Ok, so there probably are no "people" since I haven't done this in so long. I've lost all my fans. So I'll just talk to myself. Well, a whole lot has changed since my last blog. You will read about these changes in later blogs I will post when I find my freakin USB cord so I can post the pictures that go along with them. That could very well be a run on sentence. I don't care so stop judging me, damnit! Future blogs will include - the wedding shower, the bachelorette party, the wedding, the honeymoon....noticing a theme here? Anways, I really am going to be better at blogging now. Wanna know why? Cause I got a desk job. My supervisor actually told me if it gets slow I should read a book or play on the internet. Woohoo....that's my kind of job.

So...that's what I'm doing right now. Getting paid for writing a blog. This is the life. Except my ass hurts from sitting all day. I know I'm stalling. You're thinking so what is this post really about? Well, here it is. It's about my ridiculous obsession with reality television. I am going to list the 5 greatest reality television moments in order from pretty cool to ahhhhhhsome!

5. Paula on the Real World claiming she and her battering ex boyfriend were all good....and then getting arrested for biting him 5 times.

4. Christopher Knight's dad telling Adrien she needs to tone down the "bitch, bitch, bitch" on My Fair Brady at their engagement dinner.

3. Mini Me (Vern) getting drunk and peeing in the corner on Surreal Life.

2. Big scary girl asking little white girl if she wanted to borrow her "lip chap" after beating the hell out of her on Flavor of Love.

1. And the greatest and grossest moment of reality television thus far....
ol girl shitting on the floor of Flavor Flaaaaaaav's house in Flavor of Love. And I quote "It could have happened to anybody!"

Now, I know I have left some other great moments out, so if you'd like to share anymore, just send me a comment and I will put it in my next post which will be very soon guaranteed!

2006-06-28T15:41:00.000-07:00

Baby, I'm Back
Well, I have completely and totally neglected my blog. I have no excuse except that I'm damn lazy. Well, where do I begin with what's been going on with my life? First of all, the all consuming wedding has been going on. Most of my spare time has been spent doing invitations, dress fittings, ordering rings, meeting with the band/dj, sorting out details at the marriott, planning the honeymoon, having showers...need I go on? It is really fun planning a wedding, but seeing as though I'm not a natural planner, it can be a pain in the ass at times! If it wasn't for my mom reminding me of stuff all the time, I would probably show up at the wedding with a dress that doesn't fit and a flower girl with no flowers. Good ol' mom.

Anyways, I have been spending a lot of my summer slinging weiners at the infamous hot dog stand. And, no, it's not actually a stand. It's a little shop downtown. Some friends of mine own it, so it's cool. It's pretty fun and an easy way to make a little extra chedda (thanks to Whitney I know what that word means) for the summer.

This weekend is my bachelorette party, so I'm quite excited about that. Whitney's planning it, and we're going to Cincinnati (I can never remember how to spell that damn city!) We're gonna go out on the town and stay at her bro's house. Oh yea...but before that is the bridal luncheon.....da, da, daaaaa. The reason I say da, da, daaaa is because I'm excited/dreading it. Why, you ask? Because it's a lingerie shower as well! As in....in front of my mom, grandma, Jon's grandma, blah, blah, blah. If any of you girls make me open pasties in front of my grandmother, I will make your life hell!!! Don't even think about it.

Anyways, the wedding is 1 month from tomorrow!! I can't freakin believe it, but it's true. I'm quite nervous about the actual ceremony, but excited for the reception and can't wait for the honeymoon!!!! Anyways, I promise to be more faithful to my little blog, and will post some pictures next time from the shower I had, the coming up shower, bachelorette party, etc. Peace homies.

2006-05-25T14:01:00.000-07:00

Jealous of....me?

Is it possible to be jealous of myself? I'm trying ot pick out pictures for the video montage at the wedding, and I think I'm getting jealous of myself. The skinnier me, that is. Not to mention...how was my hair so shiny and frizzless when I was little? I have posted them so you can be jealous too.

On another note, is there anyone out there...out in this cyber space world actually reading this (besides my most faithful followers, Whit and Colleen)? They are the only ones who ever leave me comments. Just send me a hollaaaa if you are somebody else and you are reading this.

Here's a random thought. Why is it so hard for us humans to simply sit and ponder the world around us or our lives without getting a panic stricken feeling? I was locked out of my house today for about a half an hour. I really was like "what the hell am I going to do with myself? I can't possibly just sit here!" So, I tried to go to Seth and Ali's. But those good for nothing hillbillies are never there when I need them. I have no idea why I just called them hillbillies...they're not. I think it's the trauma of having nothing to do for 30 minutes gettting to me!!!

Now time for the reality television thought of the day. I was very excited that Taylor won on American Idol, but is it just me...or was it kind of anti-climactic? Where was the confetti, the fireworks, the jumping up and down? Also, what am I going to do with myself now? All the good reality tv is done or about to be done! Oh, I know what I should....get my butt in shape!!

2006-05-23T15:24:00.000-07:00

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

This is it, people. It's the day. The day I've been counting down for well, months, now. It was the last day of school. You know how you were so excited for the last day of school when you were growing up? Well, the teacher's excitement was 10 fold. You just didn't know it. But I'm telling you now. And....I bet your teachers went out for a drink (yes, an alcoholic drink) not 20 minutes after you walked out the door. Because that is exactly what I did today.

Last year I thought I might miss those little devils over the summer, but I was sorely wrong. I enjoyed every kidless moment. Don't get me wrong, I still love kids, but I don't love teaching them what their parents should have taught them. Such as....when someone does something you don't like, the appropriate response is probably not to tell them you will bring a knife to school tomorrow to carve out their eyeballs (true story). This I will not miss.

So, what shall I do on my summer break you ask. I will be planning the wedding, working at the hotdog stand occassionally, doing projects around the house, getting a suntan, and anything else my little heart desires. And for now....eating some dinner. Peace out.

2006-05-21T07:59:00.000-07:00

What a Weekend!
Not really. Wow. I'm getting old. Last night (Saturday night) Jon and I traded our old ways of partying till the wee hours for a little taste of Over the Hedge. That's right. We went to see the new animated movie "Over the Hedge." If Jon is reading this, I know what he is thinking ..."she just outed me for going to see a kids' movie on Saturday night!" So...I will admit, it was all my idea, and I forced him to go. I gotta say it takes a pretty sweet guy to go see a cartoon on a Saturday night just cause his fiance wants to go. So, thanks, honey. Anyways, it was really very cute.

What else did I do this weekend? Oh, yes. I would like to thank Jenny for being our photographer yesterday. I needed a good pic of Jon and I for our wedding invitations. So Jenny sacrificed her Saturday (really, it's not like she had anything else to do!) to deal with me trying to get the perfect shot. After about 50 or so pictures, we finally captured that perfect moment!!! I hope you don't think I'm being serious. I was really just waiting for one where my cheeks didn't look chubby! I posted a couple of my favorites. The first one is the what we're using for our invitations. So, I went and ordered a proof of the invitation. The people at Party Outlet must think I'm crazy. I've only been in there about 6 times looking through the invitation books. I just cannot make up my freakin' mind. I still couldn't even commit yesterday, so I just ordered a proof.

On another note....right now I am stuck. I hate being stuck. Why am I stuck? Well, Jon plays drums at church so he has to be there at 8:30, but service doesn't start till 10:45. I'm not about to wake up that early on a weekend and sit around for 2 hours. Pshaaaw! We are down to 1 car right now, so Jenny usually lets me take hers to go to church (since she isn't usually even awake till after we get back). For some strange reason, she is going to do some electrical work (no, she knows nothing about electrical work....I hope she makes it back alive) so I don't have a way to get anywhere!! And Jon doesn't return until almost 1:00 because he has to break down the drums.

This really sucks cause I need to go to Target to get my dad's b-day present cause we are celebrating today at 2. I don't know that I have ever attended a birthday function without stopping to get the present on the way to the event. I should really start planning ahead so I don't get stuck in these predicaments all the time!! I guess that's what I get for being "good enough."

2006-05-15T18:02:00.000-07:00

Happy Election Day!
Well, tomorrow's election day and I couldn't think of another title. So, let's fill you in on the weekend events. The most exciting thing is that Jon and I registered for our wedding. Whoever thought of this registering thing is my new hero. It is really just the coolest thing ever that you get to pretty much shop for free. I will admit that not every second of registering was the most blissful thing ever because of a certain someone's lack of patience at times (nudge, nudge, Jon).

We started out at Macy's, which was a mistake on my part. Jon had a picture in his head of picking out grill accessories, electronices, etc. But I really only went to Macy's for stuff like silverware and sheets. Apparently, not the most exciting thing to guys. Who knew? I'd see a pillow I'd like, and he would come at it with the gun faster than a speeding bullet, and I'd yell in slow mo, "Noooo....I haven't looked at all of them yet!" The obligatory eye rolling would follow.

Anyways, after 2 hours of this, the Macy's lady was like "Do you all need any help?" I responded, "I don't think anyone can help us. We're registering for our wedding." She laughed and proceded to tell me that she actually had to call the cops on a fighting couple registering before. Can you imagine what could get someone so mad to actually get the cops called at Macy's? I just picture a couple screaming, "No, damnit! I want the toaster that holds 4 pieces of bread, you stupid b***!!"

Sooo....we went to Target the next day, which was an absolutely joyous experience. Target is my little piece of heaven (and Jon loves it too.) I basically danced through the aisles waving the gun around like a fairy godmother's wand at every little beautiful piece of merchandise I desired. Every once in a while sneaky Jon (that's his new nickname) would get the gun out of my grasp and point the gun at something that was not previously pre-approved by me! How dare him! I must admit, for not being a control freak, I was a total control freak about what was being put on the list. Jon's attitude was more like "Well, it's free. We may or may not get it." OK. I see your point.

Well, anyways, the rest of the weekend was devoted to playing cards, shopping with Whitney (my favorite things... in high pitched song), hanging out with Seth and Ali (congrats on the graduation), and doing Mother's Day stuff. All in all, it was a pretty enjoyable and eventful weekend. And now...I cannot possibly close without reminding you that there are only 5 days of school left!!!!!!

2006-05-11T16:59:00.000-07:00

Slacker!!
Ok, I know. I've really been slacking. I have no excuse. Today was pretty cool...cause I only worked half a day! My throat was really sore this morning so I called for a half day sub so I could go to the doctor. I thought I might have strep throat, but I didn't. I felt kinda dumb cause the doctor was like "You've got some drainage. Take some sudafed." Okey dokey then. So I came home, took a couple of sudafed, and was out for the count. I slept for 3 hours. It was great. Jenny got home and we watched "Just Friends." It was really quite funny. I love finding those movies that you've never even heard of and they end up being really funny.

Is there any way I could possibly express to you how very excited I am for school to end? I don't think so. I cannot freakin wait. I was talking to this parent the other day about her devil child and she said "Well, we've never had problems like this before, I want to know what is wrong with that school." Yeah freakin right! But, you know what? It doesn't even matter. I was like "Well, you know...there's only 8 days left. We'll get through it." Awesome. I really wish it would get nice out though. I don't even feel like it's summer. It's rained all day and been in the 50's. What's up with that? I feel that on the first day of my summer vacation I should be able to head to the pool with a radio and a cooler of beer. That just seems natural. I don't think it's gonna happen. Even though I'm counting down the seconds till school is out, I'm always kind of worried I'm gonna be really bored. Forget I even said that. I have no complaints. Bring it on.

2006-05-07T13:51:00.000-07:00

The Most Fabulous Weekend Ever!!
Actually, I just wrote that to get your interest. But it was a pretty fun weekend. On Friday night, I went to Mi Mexico for the Cinco de Mayo celebration. Jon, Jenny, and I met Valerie from my work and a bunch of her friends. We got there at 7:15 and weren't seated till 9:30. But that's ok cause we had plenty of time to get good and toasted before eating Mexican food (always a good idea). Jenny was un-ba-lieve-ably drunk. She had started drinking at Mia's at like 5:00. Plus, she was on medicine she wasn't supposed to drink on (smart, Jenny). I was waiting at the bar for a drink for like 20 minutes, and Jenny walks in and yells in front of everyone, "Just show your titties!!" I made Jon escort her outside. She ended up laying in the backseat of a car puking out the door. And, yes, there were tons of people standing around in the parking lot. And, yes, I accidentally walked in her puke. Good times.

Saturday night we went to Rob's for a little Derby cookout. Although I completely stuck my foot in my mouth and made an ass out of myself, I still had a good time. This guy who was engaged walked out on the deck and I was like "Hey, what's up? You set a date yet?" Silence. Stares. He responds, "Uh, we broke up. I'm not getting married anymore." Thanks for the heads up everyone!!! Welp, here's pics from Rob's party. Enjoy!

Whitney's spooooooky face...Weirdo.

JC doesn't look too happy about the events in this picture.

Little do I know I'm about to be devoured by a Whit-a-beast.

Bunch of gaywads

Lizard-face and Me

JC looks way too happy in this picture.

Just me.

Again, Lizard-face showing his true self...

Party people in the house!

2006-05-02T16:09:00.000-07:00

On A Roll!
I'm doing pretty good about posting daily, aren't I? I'm quite impressed with myself. And you thought I was an underacheiver! Ok, now the truth must come out. I actually have been doing so good because I should really be working on lesson plans, and I use my blog as a means of procrastination! Oh well. I don't really have much to say today, so I will give you the low down on my fears and hopes for my quickly approaching wedding.

Fears: 1. My wedding dress will get caught on the candle stand, knock in over, and set the church on fire. 2. My nephew will through the ring bearer's pillow at the preacher. 3. I will forget to get my hair done (that was in a dream the other night). 4. I will hate all the pictures of myself. 5. My fiance will pass out.

Hopes: 1. The wedding is absolutely marvelous! 2. The reception is really fun (but no one gets too drunk and pukes on the cake)

I'm sure the list will keep growing as it gets closer. I've decided I have to stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong because I may have an anxiety attack. Like right now. Gotta go...get a paper bag.

2006-05-01T16:14:00.000-07:00

A Possible Escape from the Crazy Children
Good news! I have an interview next Tuesday at a Catholic school. I'm quite excited about it. One worry...I'm not Catholic. I hope they don't mind. I considered showing up in a habit and telling them my name is Sister Mary. I could also say "Bless you, sister, bless you brother" to everyone I see. I decided it was too risky. The truth would surely come out when they ask me who my favorite saint is or to tell them about my first communion. I'll just have to hope the good ol' Protestant me is good enough. There I go again....good enough. I really think I would be a much more dedicated teacher if the children were good. At my school now, I plan these fun hands-on time-consuming lessons, and then the kids do something like pour glue in someone's hair, and it makes me never want to do fun creative things again. They just plain don't deserve it.

Anyways, I believe there is a new Wife Swap on tonight that looks quite interesting. In the previews, one husband flips a table over on another husband, and as his wife is holding him back he accidentally slaps her in the face. Ahhh....drama. Gotta love it. If you didn't know this already, I would be a perfect candidate for Reality TV-aholics anonymous. I realize I have a probem. I just dont' really have the desire to address it. Although...I will attempt to go mow the yard before the television festivities begin. Jon always mows the yard, but he's really tired, so I said I'd do it if he showed me how. Last time I tried to mow the lawn (at my old house) it ended up costing me 50 bucks. How is that you might ask? Well....I got a little confused when trying to fill up the gas tank. Who knew the yellow cap meant oil tank? Welp, hope I do better this time!

2006-04-29T18:53:00.000-07:00

Post Numero Dos
This will have to be a short one because I'm getting ready to watch Walk the Line. Quick re-cap of the weekend extravaganza. Ok, it wasn't that extravagant, but it sure was filled with cook outs. On Friday it was such a nice day I decided to throw a last minute cookout. We had a marvelous time at our wonderful cookout which was just so great! (that was for you, Whitney). No, seriously, it was quite fun. Somehow I managed to get a bit drunk off of just a few beers (ok, it might have been more than a few). But, you know what's so weird? I was having one of those nights where I had no idea I was drunk till I would go to the bathroom. You know, when you forget exactly how the toilet paper apparatus works. Anyway, we went to a cookout tonight at a friend from work's house. It was a bit tamer than mine, considering there was no alcohol involved. It was a good time, too. So, it's true...you can have fun without alcohol! Just kidding, I know that, silly! Welp, off to see Johnny Cash (or as Jon says "the alcholic wife beater") We shall see.

2006-04-28T12:12:00.000-07:00

The First Post!!!
I feel that maybe I should just start out this post "Dear Whitney," cause I have no idea who else would read this. She's the one who set this up and talked me into doing it. Who knows....maybe I'll have fans someday. Anyways, the theme of this blog seems to be mediocrity. That is because I am satisfied with mediocrity. I know, I know....that's not a winner's attitude. But I don't claim to be a winner. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a loser either. I graduated college, got a teaching job, bought a house, getting married, blah, blah, blah. But, when it comes down to wanting to be the best at things, I just could care less. Why put in so much effort to be the best, when you can save your energy and just get by?? I do enough to get by, and use the rest of my time for more leisurely activities. For instance, is my house always clean? Certainly not. Am I the best, most organized teacher in the school? Sorry to say...no. Do I always pay my bills on time, get plenty of exercise, work in the yard rather than watch reality television, or stay on top of the laundry? No way. Who has time for all these things? Some people really seem like they do. Are they on speed? Are they lying through their teeth? Certainly. There definitely are perfectionists out there, but not everyone who seems to have it all together does. I am one of the few who admits it....I am unorganized, I forget things often, and I haven't even filed my taxes yet. My dad said I will go to jail. I don't believe him. If for some crazy reason he is right, it will probably be a white collar jail where I can work on this blog, so it's a good thing I got it started now. Oh, and a side note...I would like to have it all together (like Bree from Desperate Housewives) but I just can't do it! I'm a little lazy, but I could be much worse. I just don't have it in me to be an overacheiver, so just accept it, ok? I have. Anyways, I'm looking for a new teaching job because the children at my school have little devils in their heads that tell them to do bad things (I'm not joking...a student told me this.) So, I took the day off today to turn in resumes, and apparently there were no substitutes available, even though I did call for one. So, a couple of assistants at school had to run the classroom. Apparently one of them said they were never talking to me again. I'm guessing they had a bad day. Well, I feel a little bit bad, but not really. I deal with the little helions every day. Someone else can walk in my shoes for a day and see how hard it is. Well, enough blogging for now. I must pick up my house (yes, it's messy) and go to the grocery (no, we don't have any food) to prepare for a cookout (yes, I will be drinking). Well, I told you I wasn't perfect, didn't I?