Least Favorite Thing Friday

Class parties. I don't wish to write anything else about them at this time. Maybe later. Maybe.

Favorite Thing Friday

This summer I discovered author Laurie Notaro. She is hilarious and I wish I had her in my life as a friend. I've read three of her books so far and just started reading An Idiot Girl's Christmas. Anyone that refers to cheese cubes as "Little Squares of Love" is a genius in my book. Check her out if you haven't already.

Favorite Thing Friday

This weekly installment of Favorite Things is dedicated to my favorite rapper, Mr. Shawn Corey Carter, better known as Jay-Z. This is extra special because today is also his birthday. His 40th to be exact. I'm sure Beyonce is planning just a small shindig to celebrate. I wish I was invited. Happy Birthday Jigga Man.

What's your favorite Jay-Z album? I have two: Vol. 2...Hard Knock Life and The Blueprint. His old stuff is still my favorite.

Clap Your Hands! It's December 1st!

One of my favorite Christmas traditions is the chocolate Advent Calendar. My Mom bought them for us each year during my childhood. I was always excited to see December come because that meant a little piece of chocolate every single day. If you're not familiar with Advent calendars, let me fill you in. A calendar has 24 windows that you open each day to reveal a piece of chocolate. All the chocolate pieces come in different shapes, so each day is a fun-filled surprise. The #24 window (Christmas Eve) is the biggest and the best chocolate piece. It's the biggest because that means it's Baby Jesus time.
Some calendars, like the one that Thurman Merman had in the movie Bad Santa, revealed a different part of the Christmas story on the flap of each window along with the chocolate. I've never had one like that. Wish I did. Too bad. :( Wasn't Thurman Merman such a cute kid?
In my transition to adult life, there are some things that I refuse to give up. One of them being my yearly chocolate Advent Calendar. You better believe that I went and bought myself one this year too. And today is December 1. What did I do? You guessed it. I opened up window 1 and ate up that chocolate. 23 more delectable bites to go!
I like December 1st because it's the kick-off for my Advent Calendar and the start to ABC Family's 25 days of cheesy Christmas movies. Yay for December!

Favorite Thing Friday

I've been sick. With the flu. This is my first experience with the flu and it's been pretty crappy. I've been a snot machine the past few days and have gone through a lot of tissues. In addition to the plethora of pharmaceuticals that have nursed me back to health, my favorite thing this week is Kleenex with lotion. I actually ran out of tissues while I was trapped in my house during my recovery. Using toilet paper or napkins just doesn't cut it. Your nose gets red and raw and then starts flaking and it looks like you have boogers hanging out of your nostrils. No thanks. A trip to Walgreens had to be made. I snatched up a pretty box of tissues with lotion, along with eyeliner and a Charlie Brown Christmas tree (random, yes, but a cute addition to my living room). Aaaah. My nose knew that relief was coming. Lotion tissues are soft and make your raw nose feel so much better. Plus they leave behind a little trace of lotion on your fingers and make them all soft. Double bonus. Thanks, Kleenex. You're a true pal during times of sickness. I'd also like to give a shout out to the Puffs with Vicks too. You're pretty much amazing.

Favorite Thing Friday

It's no secret that I hate milk. I hate milk about as much as LC hates Spencer Pratt. That's a lot. Oddly, I do love one of milk's cousins: Egg Nog. This year I discovered Peppermint Egg Nog. I like it even more than original Egg Nog. It's pretty tasty. The best brand of nog, in my opinion, is Purity. Go on out and get you some. It's only available November through December, so time is of the essence.

Who do you crush on?

So, I wanna know. Who do you crush on? Is it the kid at Starbucks that loads your coffee up with extra whipped cream? Is it a good friend that you've known for a long time? Is it a fictional character? I'll let you in on a sampling of some of my crushes:


1.) I have a BIG crush on Jim Halpert. I love him right down to the marrow in my bones. Jim, of course, is a character on NBC's The Office. Jim's personality and sense of humor are very attractive to me. His character is my ideal guy. If he proposed marriage, I'd say yes without hesitation. Too bad Jim's not even real. He's my pretend boyfriend in my head though, and that's enough for me.


2.) I have this little (emphasis on little) crush on this guy that works at Kroger. His name is Kevin. He monitors the self scanners. Don't judge me. He is pretty cute. The past couple of times that I've been at Kroger, Kevin and I have made eye contact and then I get all flustered. I quickly finish scanning my items, slide my debit card, collect my groceries and get the heck out. In my mad dash, I always run out forgetting to grab my receipt and to sign the cashier copy of the receipt from running my debit card as credit. I'm sure he thinks I'm a moron, or in the very least, a little forgetful. He probably also thinks I'm a fat nasty food lover since the screen he monitors shows every single item being scanned...and it's mostly items like chips, ice cream, cookies, and cokes. Kevin is probably young; he looks younger than me anyways. If so, then that will make my crush on him even worse. I'd be like a Cougar. And P.S.- I throw Kevin's name around like I really know him. I don't. At all. We've never spoken. I've just looked at his name tag, silly.


3.) I've got this thing for Jimmy Kimmel. Now Jimmy isn't an overly attractive man, but he's got a cuteness about him. He makes great jokes and likes to laugh at others ignorance and misfortunes, including his own. He's a very likable guy. Plus, he's got a great family: Uncle Frank, Cousin Sal, Aunt Chippy. Family holidays would be the best.

That's all my secrets you get for now.

Favorite Thing Friday

My favorite Starbucks drink is the Peppermint Mocha Latte. These scrumptious drinks are available year-round, but there's just something that makes them extra tasty and special during the holiday season. Maybe it's the festive red holiday cups they're served in. Maybe it's the red sprinkles on top of the whipped cream that are only provided during the holiday season. Whatever the reason, Peppermint Mochas are the stuff love is made of, and they make my November and December extra joyous.

Big Bird is Creepy

Here are two facts about me:

1. I love to Google anything and everything.

2. I am afraid of Big Bird.

What happens if you combine Google and Big Bird? This. This very horrible, horrible thing.

Google is joining in on the celebration of Sesame Street's 40th Anniversary by changing the 'Google' image with different Sesame Street characters each day. Today is the Count's turn. Last week, Wednesday to be exact, was Big Bird's day of fame. I remember because that was a day of panic and terror for me (okay, so I'm being dramatic, but I'm allowed-- this is my blog). I saw that big yellow creepy face everywhere last Wednesday. Everytime I logged on the computer, BAM: Big Bird. When a commercial came on for that night's episode of Jimmy Kimmel...you got it: Big Bird. Jimmy Kimmel is my favorite talk show, but not that night. Big Bird was a guest on the show and was being interviewed. I could not watch. Just seeing the preview for that night's show made me break out in a cold sweat. I kid you not.

Why does Big Bird scare me so much? I don't really know. I've tried to trace the moment of when Big Bird stopped being that friendly bird taking up residence in a nest at 123 Sesame Street and became a source of fear for me. I can't really pinpoint it. I honestly loved watching Sesame Street as a small child. I never missed an episode. I even loved Big Bird's movie, Follow That Bird. During my preschool days, I went to preschool in the morning, came home and played Barbie's, then watched Sesame Street until Dad came home from work. Dad coming home meant B-Bird Street, as I called it, was over and it was dinner time. That's what my life consisted of. That was my daily schedule. Sesame Street actually taught me a lot. It's a very educational show, and I have nothing bad to say against the show at all. There's just something about that bird...

I think my fear started with a Big Bird stuffed animal. My Grandparents gave me and my sister each very large Big Bird stuffed animals. These things were giants. It was something with the eyes. It would sit in a little chair in my room and just stare. With those big, hard, plastic, pink eye-lidded eyeballs. Creepy. Even now, it's something about those eyes that get me. Chills. There's just something about Big Bird that makes me uneasy. If you really study Big Bird, maybe you'll see what I see. He's so big and tall (8-foot, 2-inches) and it's just so unnatural for a bird to be that, well, BIG.

It's ridiculous to have a fear of a Muppet character that is featured on a children's television show. I know this. It makes no sense at all. People have irrational fears, and this just happens to be mine.

I'm not the only one with a fear of Big Bird, though. I was actually glad to find out (through the use of my dear friend, Google) that I am not the only adult suffering from the fear of this childhood character. It just goes to show that no matter how weird we may think we are, there is always someone, somewhere who is like us or even weirder. It's a comforting thought! Big Bird made a special guest appearance on an episode of Deal or No Deal, (click for the full story) to help contestant Lamar Wilson overcome his childhood fear of the bird. I don't exactly think being surprised on national television by an 8 foot bird that you're already scared of will magically cure that fear. Just sayin'. Yep, so, when Lamar saw Big Bird, he ran off the stage. I would have done the same exact thing. I wish I could find Lamar Wilson so we could start a support group together. I bet Lamar and I would be great pals. It would be nice to discuss my fear with another B-Bird Hater. Someone that understands.

Favorite Thing Friday

My favorite lip product is Blistex Lip Medex. Your lips will feel as cool as an Antarctic breeze.

Beam Me Up, Scotty

Galactic Suite/Handout

Okay. I'm not turning my blog into a blog about Space. I promise. If I do, I am sure to lose both of the readers that I currently have. A news story caught my attention, so I felt the need to write about it. It's just coincidence that I blogged about a shooting star and read a news article about space two days in a row.


Long gone are the days of packing up the car, hittin' the road and making a pit-stop for the night at the Holiday Inn. In 2012, a Space Hotel is opening. That's right. For a mere 4.4 million dollars, you can enjoy a comfortable three night stay 280 miles above the earth. The official name of the "hotel" is the Galactic Suite Space Resort. To prepare the hotel guests for their space travel, an eight-week training on a tropical island is included in the 4.4 mil. Once up in space, four resort guests and two astronaut pilots will be in a pod. In order for the resort to stay in orbit, it will be traveling at 18,641 mph. As you're traveling at this super slow speed, you will see the sun rise not just once, but 15 times a day, and you'll circle the globe every 80 minutes.


43 insanely wealthy people have already made reservations in the first-ever Space Resort. Act fast because it sounds like the resort is filling up quickly!

When You Wish Upon a Star

If you know me, then you know that I have a love for space. Maybe you don't know me, but you'd assume that I'd like space since I am a little nerdy. I've had a weird fascination for the infinity and beyond since a young age. I've always had a dream to go to Huntsville for Space Camp. Don't think I haven't looked into the adult and teacher camps, because I totally have.

When I left school today, I ran a couple of errands. I finished my errand running at 5:30 and began driving home. Of course it was already dark. Boo for the stinkin' time change. I love that initial extra hour of sleep, but when that first nightfall comes, it reminds me how horrible it is. Back to the story: I was nearing my subdivision and was flying around the curves of the road near Western Place Apartments. When what to my wondering eyes should appear...but a shooting star! You're probably thinking, "big deal". In fact, I know you're thinking that very thing. When I told my mom this story, her reply was "Hmm." Not the kind of "hmm" like you're pondering. Just a noise that you make because you don't care. At all. Well, you wouldn't be thinking "big deal" if you had been in the car with me to witness this spectacular shooting light show for yourself. This was no ordinary shooting star. Which, you already know isn't a star at all, but a meteoroid. The meteoroid produces a trail of light called a meteor. But you already knew all that. I won't bore you with the space mumbo-jumbo. This was the brightest one I have ever seen. Plus, it seemed super close and really low to the ground. So close in fact, that if I had wrecked my car at that moment, I feel I could have blamed it on the meteoroid due to temporary blindness or fear that it was going to bust through my windshield. Yeah, I'm sure an officer would have totally bought that story. Usually when I see shooting stars, they are at such a far distance and pretty high in the sky. I completely convinced myself that this meteoroid stayed active through the many layers of the atmosphere and didn't burn out until it hit the ground, which resulted in a meteorite (the left over bit of rock). And I saw it! With my own two pretty little eyes. Now if only my wish would come true...

What's Your Favorite New Show of the Season?

My vote is for Modern Family. It's one funny show.

Can you hEAR me now?

What would you do if your kid had ears like this? Do you ever think about how weird ears look? I do.

I have hit many curbs in my day as a driver. I've scratched my hubcaps just a few times as I've grinded along a curb. I've even had a tire replaced after I ripped a hole in it from hitting a curb so hard.

I recently saw a car that looks like it's had more (okay, a lot more) hubcap damage than my car. I couldn't resist taking a picture of the car. I'm honestly quite amazed by this picture. This very talented driver has managed to make one with the curb on every single spoke of their hubcap. Impressive. I'd just like to know how many tires they've had to replace.

*You can click on the picture to enlarge it. This will allow you to see the glorious details.

The Poopy Diaper Game

Tonight I was channel flipping and I stopped when I reached TLC. The show 18 Kids & Counting was on. I don't watch this show, but have caught a few episodes here and there. I think it's kinda crazy that The Duggars keep popping out babies. The mom is currently expecting baby number 19 AND the mom and dad just became first-time grandparents. I mean, more power to them for having that much patience and love to share with so many kids. I have 24 kids for 7 hours a day at school, but luckily, I get to send those babies home to their parents at the end of the day. I also get holidays and summers kid-free and I get a new batch of kids each year. I can't imagine having 19 that were mine forever and always. Nope. Can't even imagine it.

On the episode, Momma Duggar was having a baby shower for her expecting daughter-in-law. They played a shower game that looked pretty fun to me, but probably gross to most people. Let me tell you all about it:

The Poopy Diaper Game

Items needed: various types of miniature candy bars, diapers
Prep: Number the diapers. Melt the miniature candy bars. Place melted miniature candy bars in diapers (noting what type of candy bar is in each diaper). Provide the individuals playing this game a list of the candy bars used. The guests have to open the diapers, pass them around, and guess what type of "surprise" is inside of each diaper. The person with the most correctly guessed candy bars wins.

Sounds like loads (pun intended) of fun doesn't it?

Rebecca- I bet you're hoping you'll get to play this game at a shower for your little baby. Yeah, I thought so.

I wonder...

These are just some of the ponderings that go on in this great brain of mine:

-Okay, there are four Golden Girls. Why are there only 3 chairs around the kitchen table? One of them always has to stand up or pull up a stool. I don't understand. Seven seasons of the show and they never had enough seating for all four girls.

-Why do black beetles like to come in my house as soon as it turns Fall? Dear Beetles, If you're looking for warmth, you're not going to find much warmth in my house. Stay outside where you belong. If you come into my house, I will smash you.

-Why are new CDs and DVDs released on Tuesdays? What's special about Tuesday?

-Why does gum get hard when you drink water or eat ice while chewing it?

-Why are our fingers different lengths?

-Why are holes in crackers?

-Why do corn chips have black specks? There are no black specks in corn kernels. What are they?

-How old do you have to be before it is said that you died of old age?

-Why do the KFC commercials play "Sweet Home Alabama"? My Old Kentucky Home would be a better song selection.

-Why do my neighbors like to steal my trashcan?

-Why is it that the hair on my legs and head can grow out long but the hair on my arms stay one constant length? Well, actually, sometimes there is that one weird arm hair that you find that is growing out of control and is way longer than the rest. I don't understand that either. Does anyone else ever find that random long arm hair, or is that just me?

-Why does dog food smell so bad and why does my dog love to eat it so much?

-Why did they take away tan M&M's? Those were my favorite when I was a kid. Bring back tan!

-Why do we close our eyes when we sneeze?

-Why do people say "heads up" when they want you to duck your head?

Car Visor Accessory

Your car visor is broken, you say? Yeah, mine is too. I was pulling it down one afternoon to block the sun from my eyes and heard something inside the visor snap. It went flimsy and flopped down in front of my face. This made driving quite problematic. I never realized how important it is that the visor stay folded up and out of your way.

How to fix your broken visor:

You could take your car to the dealer to fix your broken visor, or you could just do what I have done. First of all, don't bother using velcro. The velcro won't hold for more than a day. Find an old ribbon and rig it up. I chose a ribbon with Easter eggs. Why not? I figure it adds a little something extra to the inside of my car. A touch of decoration, if you will. Once your visor is snapped and hanging lifelessly in front of your face, you can't really do much to make it look much worse. Trust me.

Sometimes I wish I were my dog

My dog, Daisy Mae, has a pretty great life. She has free reign of my house, she receives lots of love, and gets fed--a lot. Daisy also gets to go on a lot of car rides with me. She goes with me to my parents house, to school after hours, or when I run errands that involve drive-thrus.
Below are the places that I visit on a regular basis that give Daisy "treats":

Bank- dog treat
Walgreen's- dog treat
Starbucks- cup of whipped cream
Chick-fil-A- dog treat in a chicken nugget box
Culver's- a hot dog

I wish just once someone in a drive-thru would say, "Oh, look how cute you are! How about a free hot dog?" Sadly, that's just never going to happen.

And so it continues...

So, after school I was in the workroom making copies and a lady stops by and says, "Do you have anything else in your life besides school?" Um, harsh.

I'm a loser baby...

I'm aware that I'm a nerd. A bit of a loser. I know this about myself. It's when others point it out to me that it bothers me a little bit. Just let me be this way. Don't make me feel worse about it, okay? It's not that people actually say to face, "Oh my. You are such a nerd." or "What a loser!" No, no. Sometimes it's just written all over their face.

So, it's a Friday night...

Loser move #1: I stayed at school until 6:00. I don't have any kids to go home to. My dog is my kid. So, until I have the added responsibility of a family in my life, I feel that I can spend extra time at work and not feel guilty about it. I take pride in my work and really want to do a good job, so I just feel that I need to invest some extra time in it. That's just how I am. I know co-workers think I don't have a life, but that's okay. Just call me Cheryl.

Loser move #2: I met my parents for dinner at Garcia's. Garcia's, of course, is one of my favorite Friday night dinner spots. For some, eating out with the parents on a regular basis, which I do, would probably be a loser move. I have always enjoyed the company of my parents. I have fun being with them. Plus, if they invite me out to eat, I know I'm guaranteed a good and free dinner. For me, that's always a good thing.

Loser move #3: After dinner, I hopped in the car with them and went to run some "errands". We went to Target and I bought toilet paper. Awesome! We also went to Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spice Latte and then to Dad's office. Woohoo! There I scored a free Citizens First paper clip holder, a flash drive, and a calculator. Banks always have great free stuff. I was truly excited about my paper clip holder. It even came with dollar sign paper clips. Who wouldn't like that?

My parents took me back to my car and we went our separate ways. They went home; I went to Barnes & Noble. It's often a place for me to go when I'm not quite ready to go home yet and other stores have closed. I went with the intention to not buy any books, just to browse. Surprisingly, I passed up all of the fiction books and headed towards the back of the store. The back of the store=danger. Children's section! It's not a good idea for a kindergarten teacher to enter that territory. I actually didn't make it back there because the "Education" section directly before it caught my eye first. I sat down in the floor and made myself comfortable. I pulled out a couple of books on teaching students with Autism and started scanning the books. I was enjoying being by myself, in a quiet place, with a book. It was my idea of a nice end to a nice Friday night.
That all changed when a Natcher parent walked by the aisle and spotted me. I don't really even know this parent that well. She decided to stop and talk to me for some reason. Tonight was the longest conversation we had ever had. Usually it would be just a quick smile exchange or a "hi" when I would see her at school. She began asking me questions. Lots of them. "You're out alone on a Friday night? You're not out on a date!?! You're not dating anyone? Why are you not out on a date? You're sitting in the Education section? Why are you doing school work? It's a long weekend! You should be out having fun. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." She continued to bring the fact up that I wasn't out on a date. Yes, thank you for reminding me of that over and over. She also made some comment that she could be out by herself because she already had kids of her own. What!?! So, because she conquered finding a man and scored a couple of kids, she had done her duty and was entitled to be at a bookstore. Because I have not yet marked those items off my list, I should be out on a mission to find my husband so I could have some babies? Huh? I could feel my shoulders collapsing into myself. I was trying to keep a smile plastered across my face and nod politely, but really I just wanted for her to go away. To leave me alone. She was possibly trying to be friendly, probably just being nosy, but what she didn't realize is that she was actually just making me feel bad about myself. She then tells me she's at B&N with her friend, who is another Natcher parent. This parent I do know because I taught her kid a few years back. Great. This parent now shows up in the aisle. Here we go again. "I was just asking Ms. Marcum why she was sitting in the Education aisle on a Friday night! She's doing school work instead of going out and having fun..." The other parent that I knew better sat down in the aisle with me. Great. This means she's getting comfy. She must plan on staying for awhile. Just leave me alone!!!!! I was trying to be friendly and make polite conversation, but I just felt like crying. I rarely feel like crying.

After they finally said their goodbyes and left the aisle, I quickly put the books back on the shelf and left the store. I let their comments ruin my night. I was there to be by myself and get lost in some books for awhile, and that didn't happen. I was bothered by what they said and just wanted to go home. As I was driving home, I was reflecting on why their comments bothered me so much. Am I overly sensitive--more so than I thought? Do I just not like people I don't know well to ask me a lot of questions since I'm a private person? Do I still have some "sore spots" in my life?

It may not have so much been their comments/questions, but the way that they asked/said what they did. I just felt like I was being judged in a way. To me, they were really saying, "Wow. You really are a loser, Ms. Marcum. You're sitting in the floor at Barnes & Noble at 9:30 on a Friday night with your Natcher t-shirt on and you're all by YOURSELF! You must not have any friends. You're not even looking at a book for fun. You're reading school books! You will never find a date if you live your life like this! Hahahaha!"

I'm often baffled that people seem to be concerned that I'm alone. I have never had a problem with going places by myself. I live by myself and I'm capable of doing things by myself. While I greatly enjoy the company of others, sometimes others aren't available to do things. That shouldn't stop me from going out and doing things. If there is something I want to do, I will go do it. With or without someone. If that makes me a loser, then I'm a loser.

People are also concerned that I don't date. Sure, it would be great to have been on a date tonight, but I wasn't. I was at Barnes and Noble by myself. To me, that's an okay way to spend my Friday night. Why was that not okay to this lady? Why did she feel that I needed to be out on a date with someone? When others show concern over me being dateless it makes me begin to worry too. It makes me wonder if there is something wrong with me. It makes me wonder if I will ever find someone. I hate feeling that way and I don't ever have those thoughts until someone begins to question me to make me have doubts.
They probably have theories now that I'm not only a loser, but also a lesbian. By the way; I'm not. I promise. I'm okay with where I'm at in my life. I wish everyone else would be okay with it too. Don't feel sorry for me for what I don't have. Be happy for what I do have. My time will come. I am being patient and am fine with waiting. If that makes me a loser, then I'm a loser.

Also, why did it concern them so much that I was in the education section? Education is my career. It's also a hobby. I enjoy it. I enjoy learning more about it. I love doing research and finding out new things. The day that I stop doing that is the day that I need to have a career change. I like looking at professional and reference books. I like doing a google search for kindergarten websites for ideas to use in my own classroom. If that makes me a loser, then I'm a loser.

This was a hard blog for me to write. I'm still kind of surprised with myself that this lady bothered me as much as she did. I guess I'm just tired of it. Tired of questions. Tired of remarks. Tired of looks. This is me. I don't feel that I should have to explain myself or feel guilty for doing what I want and like to do. I may be a loser in the eyes of some people, but if being a happy, successful, single woman sitting in the aisle at Barnes and Noble makes me a loser, then I'm proud to be a loser.

Oprah has her list of favorite things, so I can too

These are a few of my favorite things...

Smells- skunks, Daisy's paws (they smell like corn chips), the smell of the car a/c first coming on, coffee, the inside of Riley's Bakery, a new car, men, clean clothes, tea bags, matches, plastic (new toys opened from a package), gas fumes--Yeah, so I like some pretty strange smells...

Sounds- kid's laughter, rain, other people's conversations, Daisy's grunts

Non-Alcoholic Drink- Sweet Tea, Big Red, Coke, and Cherry Dr. Pepper

Alcoholic Drink- French Martini and Cape Cods

Things to do- Google, Blog, read, drive at night and listen to music (especially on Sunday nights to Back in the Day Sundays), snuggle with Daisy, clean, eat, make lists, write

Books- I am currently loving Laurie Notaro's books. I am on her 3rd book. Hilarious. I love children's books too.

Radio Station- 107.5 The River

Childhood Shows- Jem, G.I. Joe, TMNT, Care Bears, My Little Pony, Rainbow Brite, Today's Special, Gummi Bears, Mr. Rogers, Sesame Street, Flintstone Kids, Fraggle Rock, Jetsons, Inspector Gadget, Punky Brewster, Lady Lovely Locks and the Pixietails, Moon Dreamers, The Noozles, Pound Puppies, Popples, Pinwheel, Muppet Babies, David the Gnome, Hugga Bunch, Zoobilee Zoo, She-Ra: Princess of Power, Transformers, Smurfs, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Salute Your Shorts, You Can't Do That on Television, Hey Dude, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Doug, American Gladiators, Dumbo's Circus
*Can you tell I didn't watch much TV as a child?

TV Shows- The Office, Nip/Tuck, Golden Girls, Will & Grace, Jimmy Kimmel, The Hills, Samantha Who

Movies- The Breakfast Club, The Holiday, Napoleon Dynamite, Transformers, A Goofy Movie, Bring It On: All or Nothing, She's Too Young, The Sweetest Thing

Favorite TV Channels: Lifetime, HGTV, TLC, Discovery, Travel

Hand Soap- method Peppermint Vanilla

Shampoo- Bath & Body Works Tranquil Mint Volumizing Shampoo and Sunsilk products (I love the sayings on the bottles, like:"Blonde hair as dull as a virgin...daiquiri?")

Toothpaste-Crest Cavity Protection Regular Paste

Makeup- Bare Escentuals

Deodorant- Dove (Powder scent)

Lotion- Johnson's Creamy Baby Oil

Cleaning Product- Magic Erasers (Whoever invented these suckers--Kiss your brain!), Orange Oil is pretty great too

Number- 4

Colors- pink and black

Animals- koalas and river otters

Dog Breed- Pembroke Welsh Corgi (my Daisy Mae, of course)

City- Chicago

Trip- Wyoming. Wyoming was BEAUTIFUL and full of great memories, and I learned a lot about myself during this 13 day trip. It was right after my senior year of high school. I met a lot of great people who helped to push me out of my comfort zone. Las Vegas was an awesome trip too. Actually, I have enjoyed all of my trips. I'm always fortunate for the times that I get to travel. It seems to be so few and far between now-a-days!

Food- Mexican

Fast Food- Chick-fil-A, Zaxby's, Culvers, Linzie's, Griffs

Restaurants- Garcia's, Cheddars, Montana Grille, Longhorn, Cheesecake Factory, Olive Garden, Texas Roadhouse

Sweet Stuff- I love Pie! Chocolate Meringue and Pumpkin are my favorites. I also love ice cream, Riley's tea cookies, cheesecake, and caramel apples

Vegetables- asparagus, potatoes, broccoli, french-cut green beans

Fruits- apples and pineapple
Condiment- mustard

Candy- Love anything chocolate, but my faves are: Reese's, Mounds, Caramello

Celebrity Men- Johnny Depp, Paul Walker, Jimmy Kimmel, David Beckham, John Krasinski, Jason Lewis, Jack Black

Holiday- Hands-down Thanksgiving--for the food. My Birthday, Christmas and Easter are all tied for second place.

I'm in love with Monte

Monte Cristo that is. Cheddars just opened up in BG and it has been slammed all week. My family decided to brave the crowd and went there to eat tonight. I ordered the Monte Cristo sandwich. Let me just tell you--it was heaven in the form of a sandwich. I took the first bite and giggled, yes giggled like a girl in love. I was truly giddy over the deliciousness of this sandwich. Some sandwiches may claim to be Monte Cristo, but unless you've had one that is fried on the outside and sprinkled with powdered sugar, then you have not experienced a real Monte Cristo. It is basically a ham, turkey, and melted cheese sandwich with a funnel cake fried around it. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it? That's because it is. It makes you want to slap somebody. Hard. Of course I took a picture of this masterpiece. I am a very happy girl with a very happy tummy right now. Yum. E. :)

Take it off, take it all off

Oh, Hannah, Becca, and Dawn. Just some crazy 14 year olds with syphilis...

Do I have your attention? I thought so. My very favorite Lifetime made-for-TV movie is 2004's She's Too Young. Lifetime plays this movie quite frequently and each time it's on, you can pretty much bet your bottom dollar that I'm watching it. In my opinion, this is the BEST worst movie ever made. Everything about it is gloriously horrible. The acting, the exaggerated story line, the sad attempts at capturing current trends, the actors lines. Everything is so bad, which makes it highly entertaining. The tagline for the movie is "To fit in, you've gotta put out." No, seriously. I can't make this up.

Some of the best of the worst movie lines:

"It's just someting we do with boys...like dancing. " -Becca

This line is said at the most awkward moment possible with her friends: "Hey guys, I have syphilis." -Dawn

"Stick 'em all, because chances are I have." -Nick

Did you know?

So, I'm a freak and love googling and doing research. I found out that this movie was actually (and very sadly) based off of a true story. Um, wow. I didn't see that one coming. It almost makes me feel bad for enjoying this far-fetched (or so I thought) movie so much. Apparently, the story line is based off of a small town high school in Georgia. There were 15 year old girls that were having sex with 50+ partners and there was a syphilis epidemic at the school. Yowzers.

Below is a summary of the plot from All Movie Guide:

A syphilis outbreak rocks an upscale suburban high school in this made-for-cable movie. Freshman Hannah Vogul (Alexis Dziena) does everything her loving parents (Marcia Gay Harden and Gary Hudson) want: excels at music, makes good grades, and always tells the truth. That all changes when Hannah falls for the attentions of campus stud Nick Hartman (Mike Erwin). Supremely confident, the boy successfully pressures her to fellate him on their second date, then unsuccessfully invites her to an orgy for their third. Soon Dawn (Miriam McDonald), one of Nick's countless other conquests, confesses that she's contracted syphilis, which sets off an investigation by horrified public-health officials. When Hannah turns out to be one of dozens of infected students, her mother joins the crusade to bring their parents together and confront the underaged partying and casual sex that have led their children to this predicament. But with Hannah's self-esteem rocked by Nick's rejection and the ostracism of her peers, it may be too late to save her. She's Too Young premiered in February 2004 on the Lifetime cable network. Megan Park co-stars as Becca, another promiscuous 14-year-old, while Joe Dinicol appears as Hannah's supportive friend Tommy.

~ Brian J. Dillard, All Movie Guide

The movie sounds fabulous, doesn't it? Do yourself a favor and watch it. Chances are Lifetime will play it sometime within the next week. Trust me.

I'm Blogging a lot and I like it.

I have been blowing up my blog today and I like it. My blog is basically just me getting to talk to myself since no one reads these things anyway. I guess it's a little more normal for me to type out my thoughts and conversations going on in my head instead of vocalizing them to myself. Right? Many days I don't have much that I consider to be blog-worthy. Today I keep thinking of things I'd like to blog about. I've done several of them, but will save many for the days to come. So, stay tuned for more happy reading, Sarah.

Working for the Weekend

This has been a GREAT weekend. I have not gone anywhere or done anything and I have loved every minute of it. I've realized that I'm going to have to start being a bit of a penny-pincher and will just have to stay at home more. I'm kind of okay with that though. My house needs my attention. Plus, I need to get some livin' out of this house I'm in since it's breaking me to live in it now-a-days.

Friday night I stayed at school until almost 7 and got a lot of work done. I've stayed late on Friday the past few weeks to avoid having to go to school on the weekend. It's been a smart move. I have felt more relaxed during the weekend because I'm not stressing about school so much. The rest of Friday night I relaxed at home with Daisy Mae. I watched Serendipity on TV--twice. The first showing of it ended and then it started over again, so I watched it for a second time. I know. I love that movie though and I own it. I don't know why I always do that...watch movies on TV that I already own. I went to bed at a decent hour and let the Golden Girls put me to sleep. Watching Sophia, Dorothy, Blanche, and Rose always makes for a good time.

Today (Saturday) I woke up super early. At 5:45 to be exact. I don't understand that at all. Actually, I had to pee reeeally bad, so that's the reason. I've been waking up in the night a lot lately to go. I never, ever have to get up to go during the night...so I think I've got a bit of a bladder infection starting. I can probably credit that due to the fact that I have not gone to the bathroom during the school day once in the 14 days that we have been back. Not so good for the old bladder. Was that too much information? I didn't think so. Anyways...I stayed in bed and watched the remake of the Annie movie on the Hallmark channel. All, I'm going to say is that I so like the original better. I can belt out Annie songs all day. She's the only little red head that I like and that's only because she had some pipes. I only made it through like half the movie, then got up to have some chocolate chip pancakes. I rarely eat pancakes and can't handle more than two, but for some reason they sounded really good. Plus, that's the only breakfast type food I had in my house.
I decided it was time to show my house a little lovin'. My poor house has been neglected so, so much lately. It was in need of a deep clean. I started my cleaning mission in my kitchen. I cleaned everything. Windows, switch plates, microwave, dusted the tops of the cabinets, EVERYTHING. It is now shining like the sun. I worked my way into my living room and tackled it too. I still need to make my way to the back of the house and clean it. It will come in time. Perhaps later this evening. I seriously do love to clean. It's the whole process of it. Seeing dirty things come clean. It's magical. I love being able to see the progress that has been made. While I was cleaning, I was a bit distracted by some of my favorite Lifetime movies. Late in the afternoon, Adam and Emily came over and we ate pizza. During the evening, I watched Emily and Abby at my house. We had fun hanging out together. To make my night complete, one of my favorite all time movies is on (Bring It On: All or Nothing).
Yeah, it's been a great weekend. Let's hope tomorrow is just as great.

Beware: This might make you disgusted or maybe impressed...nah, just disgusted

A list of what I have eaten today:

-2 chocolate chip pancakes
-a WHOLE bag of steamed green beans (usually meant to be shared)
-a WHOLE box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese (again, usually meant to be shared, with, say, a family)
-1 slice of Little Ceasar's Pizza
-2 slices of chocolate pie (my Granny D made it just for me 'cause it's my fave, so I had to eat at least two pieces...)
-a couple handfuls of Kettle chips (love them)
-a freezer pop (love these too)

I washed it all down with a whole lotta sweet tea.

These eating habits explain why I have gained 5 pounds since the start of school 14 days ago. Maybe I have a parasite in my belly...No, scratch that. We all know I'm just a fat, nasty food lover.

Life's Little Annoyances Through Sarah's Eyes

1. Incorrect usage of "your" and "you're". This one really bugs me. People on facebook are blowing this one up ALL the time. Really people? How can you not know the difference!!

The following was actually lifted from a wall on facebook. This is REAL, people!

"So you know your the best boyfrend and best friend in the world! People search there whole life to have someone like you in there lifes! Your everything to me babe! =)"

Yeah, that one just about put me over the edge. Never mind the fact that it's about the cheesiest thing I've ever read. This person jacked up all kinds of stuff. I had to call Adam to discuss it with him only to find out that he had just discussed the very same wall post with another friend a little earlier.

2. You sit behind a moron at the movie theater that insists on commenting/asking questions about EVERYTHING going on in the movie. Okay. Going to a movie is expensive. It's up to $9.00. If I pay $9.00 I want to be able to hear the movie and I don't need to hear your blow-by-blow reviews of it. I'm just sayin'.


3. People who block the whole aisle with their shopping cart. In the words of my Golden Girl Sophia Patrillo--"Picture it"--you're at Wal-Mart (don't even get me started about the many annoyances at that place). You're in the aisle and need to break on through to the other side. Can you? No, because home girl won't move her cart out of the way and let you through. She seems to be oblivious that you are standing directly behind her--huffing and puffing--ready to blow her and her huge cart full of crap down. Just move out the way!

4. People who steal your ideas or steal the phrase that just came out of your mouth, then re-say it to claim it as their own. Yeah, this doesn't really need any further explanation, but this really bothers me. A lot. A WHOLE lot. Are you getting that this bothers me? I know the old saying goes, "Imitation is the sincerest flattery." I guess so, but probably not.


5. Men who say they will call...then don't. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.


6. Bicylists that ride on the street instead of the sidewalk. I just don't understand. Sidewalks are there for a reason. If you are taking a walk, rollin' on your board or blades, riding a bike, whatever...use a sidewalk if it's there. I get super aggrivated getting behind someone on a bike while trying to drive. Cars rule the road!

7. Overuse of the word "surreal". Bachelor/Bachelorette anyone? I've decided that I am going to keep a "surreal" tally during the next season of the Bachelor. It is ridiculous how much it is overused. Just ridiculous. Please. Nothing about their feelings on that show is "surreal".


8. The fact that Hobby Lobby begins putting out Christmas merchandise in June. I love Christmas AND Hobby Lobby with all of my heartstrings, but do we really have to start decking the halls in June? Do we?


9. Wanting to sleep when you can't. Insomnia is awesome.

10. When the custodian doesn't put my classroom trashcan back in the right place. This might seem like a silly thing to get annoyed about, but it bothers me. A lot. See, I am a freak. I have just a touch of OCD. Yeah, just a touch. If you move something of mine, just put it back in its rightful place. Just do it.


11. Toilet paper rolls put that are put on backward. Toilet paper should always roll down the front. Never should it roll down from the back. My world is rocked if I see it this way. TP etiquette requires ALWAYS unrolling from the top forwards. That's why hotels do it the "right" way and then make a little neat triangular fold to let you know you have a fresh roll to use. You gots to be fresh.

12. When you go to a store to buy new clothes and the cashier wads them up and throws them in the bag. See, for people like me that don't have an iron or a working dryer for that matter, this is a big problem. When I get something new, I usually want to wear it ASAP. That's not possible if it's all wadded up, now is it, Mr. or Mrs. Cashier?

13. Kiosk men in the mall. Specifically the kiosk in front of NY & Co. You are annoying and you need to stop. Get out of my face. I do not want to buy your face scrub from the Dead Sea. Leave me alone.

14. When your pen not working. It's just annoying to be right in the middle of writing something and to run out of ink.

15. A frozen computer. Computers are great when they work, but can cause screaming fits when they don't.

16. Price stickers. I will never figure out why price stickers are put directly on glass or mirrors. They rarely peel off successfully without leavy sticky gunk. It is very hard to get off. I hate it. I hate it a lot.

17. Soliciters that come to my house and invade my privacy. If you ring my doorbell, I probably will not answer the door if I am not expecting you. I will hide in my spare bedroom and peep out the blinds until you have left my property.

18. People that are obsessed with texting/playing on their cell phone. I get that we live in an age of technology. No one can be without their cell phone or internet access. I get it. I really do. I can't imagine living without internet either. However, sometimes it's nice to loose touch for a minute and get away from it all, especially when you are out with real, breathing people. I'm not saying no texting at all...I return a text if I receive a message or if I need to contact someone else for something, but to just "play" on your phone or have a lengthy conversation with someone else is just kind of rude.

19. How I can't quite get my kitchen sink totally clean. I need to find a really miniature brush. A tooth brush doesn't cut it. I am forever trying to clean down in my sink (the area right above the drain). Also, I have a hard time getting rid of the hard-water stains. It drives me crazy.

20. Driving annoyances: People who drive under the speed limit. People who don't use turn signals. People who brake sporadically. People who stop when entering the BG mall--you have the right-of-way! People that brake so hard they nosedive their car (this is actually pretty hilarious to see). People that have no intention of turning, but are driving with their turn signal on.

21. My living room rug. My rug has a bump in it: think speed bump that runs the width of the rug. I can't straighten it out and it drives me crazy. I have tried to tape the underside of the rug with carpet tape, but it only worked temporarily. I even purchased a heavier coffee table thinking that would flatten it out. No. It didn't. It is a tripping hazard to visitors that come to my house. I like the rug but HATE the bump.

So, I've been compiling this list for awhile now (original blog date was July 7th). I will add more as needed. I basically just have to live them out until I encounter something that is one of my "this always annoys me things". This morning when I was cleaning my house, I thought of like 4 more while I was cleaning, but didn't go blog about them immediately, so they left my brain. Sad.

I'm McLovin' it!

One of my favorite quizzes on facebook has been the "Which corny pick-up line suits you best" quiz.

My result was:

"If you were a new hamburger at McDonald's, you would be McGorgeous."

The description was: "You love to eat, and you think of McDonalds when with girls."

If my Blog had a "Like" button, I would "like" this...

http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html

Bring back that lovin' feeling, 'cause it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah

Dear Kindergarten,

Today I am not in love with you. I am feeling disheartened. Today was a rough teaching day. I hate to say this, but it's not you; it's me. That's right, Kindergarten. I'm giving you the ultimate rejection line. I can't quite explain all of my thoughts and sort them out just yet. Lately I have just had a void. Something is missing. Some joy. Some passion. Some motivation and drive. It makes me sad because I want to love you. I want to love you again like I used to. I have a lot of questions running through my head. Do I want to continue on with you or move on to something new? Do I want to move to something older--1st, 2nd, 3rd, even 4th? Am I ready for a change in teaching or a total career change? Is it the current class of students that you hold that has me down? Do I just need a shot in the heart of the "Kindergarten is the Best" vaccine to cure me of this funk?
Kindergarten, you are beginning to wear me down. You are exhausting. I loathe you during the month of August. You will get better. I keep telling myself that. This year I am having my doubts though. I want things to get better and work out between us. I really do. I still love my job of teaching. I can't see myself leaving you to do anything else. Where else would I go? What else would I want to do? I just want that lovin' feeling back. I want to be excited. For me. For our kids.
I hope things work out soon,
Sarah

Ice cream and cake do the ice cream and cake!

I can't get the Baskin Robbins commercial out of my head. It makes me want to dance. It also has cowbell.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpzwbcrKDFs

Here is the full version of the song by the Buckwheat Boyz:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC_gkcplz_4

...and the winner is...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IisEgkIDHXk

Where does depression hurt?

Obviously on my face. A Cymbalta (depression med) commercial came on the other day while Emily and I were watching TV. Of course the actors look all sad because they are, well, depressed. Emily said, "Look, Sarah. That's what you look like." Perfect.

What a mess. A HOT mess.

So true. I heart home.

Found via Le Love

So, I have this pet butterfly...

Meet my pet butterfly, Jutter. Yeah, I don't know. If you know my family and our deal with names, you will just accept it. Don't ask questions.

Jutter likes to visit me when I swim in the pool. He likes to land on me and drink water off my skin. Since butterflies have a lifespan of like, two weeks, chances are it is always a different butterfly that comes to visit me. That's okay. The point is, butterflies obviously love me, and that makes me happy.

Dating Deal Breakers

Is he Mr. Right or Mr. Not-on-Your-Life?

• A guy that is over-confident, cocky, arrogant, rude to you and others
• You're out with a guy and he's not paying attention to you and what you're saying. He's too busy looking around at others and the surroundings.
• Bad teeth (crooked, yellowed, gunk-filled)
• Bad breath/smoke breath
• Nicotine/drug use
• Poor hygiene/appearance
• Physical, emotional, verbal abuser
• A guy that lives with his parents
• When a guy talks about his ex-girlfriend WAY too much and compares you to her
  
  
• He doesn't get your sense of humor
• He's a bad kisser
• He wears sunglasses indoors
• He is not of the same faith
• He wears jean shorts
• He is an accessive sweater
• He has an annoying laugh
• He is touchy-feely
• He wears a gold chain
• He doesn't have a J-O-B
• He has too much hair...and not on his head
• He's a cheapskate..."and your half comes to..." I get that the country is in a recession, but still.
• He's not decisive/doesn't have a set agenda. A girl wants to know that he puts some effort into planning a date.
• He has bad manners
• He has long fingernails and/or toenails

• Being a slacker. Picture a guy who has a great personality, great looks, great sense of humor...he has everything--except motivation. Nothing is worse that a man who has no ambition in life.
  

So, my question is: What are your dating deal-breakers?

Words of Wisdom

"Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."

-John Bender in The Breakfast Club

You ain't cool unless you pee your pants

You know how some people say they laughed so hard they peed their pants? Most people that say that probably don't actually pee in their pants. They just use it as an expression. Some people probably wouldn't want to laugh hard anymore if it meant they might risk peeing on themselves every time they started cracking up.
Well, on Sunday I laughed so hard that I peed my pants, er, shorts, actually. I'm not just sayin' it as an expression either. Luckily only my family was around to witness this 26 year-old peeing uncontrollably in my shorts in their backyard. I might have actually gotten embarrassed if someone other than my family was around. Maybe not. The family didn't seem the least bit surprised by this incident though. At all.

I guess now I owe an explanation of what brought about my laughter-induced accident. This is the dumb part though, because it's one of those "you had to be there" moments. This story will not cause you to pee your pants, so don't worry. You do not have to proceed with caution or read this while hovering over the seat of a toilet. It may not even bring about a giggle, chuckle, or snicker.
Basically all that was going on is we were all hanging out in the backyard on Sunday evening (July 5). We had just eaten delicious burgers (shout out to the Green Egg!) and were going to shoot off some of the fireworks that Adam and I had purchased down in Portland, TN. See, Kentucky is lame when it comes to the 4th of July because you can't even buy any decent fireworks here. It was also lame that the 4th was a complete rain-out. This is why we were having our firework display (if you can even call it that) the day after. I'm getting side-tracked.

Adam's favorite thing to buy are bottle rockets. They're cheap. You get a lot of them in a bundle. They're loud. They scare people. What's not to love? Adam enjoys striking up the fire bowl, dumping a whole handful of bottle rockets in, and watch them fly uncontrollably through the backyard. Adam dumped some bottle rockets in the fire, and a stray bottle rocket flew over to where my Dad was standing in the yard. It literally flew to his feet. Once the bottle rocket flies and lands, there is a slight delay before it 'pops'. It landed. Adam and I knew what was to come. Dad, obviously, did not. Dad was just standing still and looking at it. Maybe he was thinking he was lucky that it didn't hit him. In his mind he might have thought he barely escaped the danger that is the bottle rocket. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the extremely loud 'POP'.

To me, it was the funniest thing ever. So, of course, the natural thing to do was to pee all over myself. I'm going to blame it on a full bladder. That and the fact that the firework display was simply too beautiful and riveting to go inside to use the bathroom. Yeah, that's it. Hearing the 'pop' of the bottle rocket some how made me 'pop' all over myself. I fell down to the grass and was yelling through the midst of the tears streaking down my face and the pee streaming down my legs, "I'm peeing all over myself! I can't stop! I can't stop!" Yes, it was a proud moment in my life.

"Of course I peed my pants; everyone my age pees their pants. It's the coolest."
-Billy Madison

How Many Pairs Do YOU Have?

I was curious. Curious about just how many pairs of flip-flops I own. I decided to do a count. 46 pairs. I have 46 pairs of flip-flops in my closet. There are probably a few stray pairs floating around other areas of my house or in my car. Please note that this is only a count of my flip-flops. This does not include sandals, wedges, or any of my other shoes. I am now thinking I might just need to do a count and see how many total pairs of shoes I own. That could be interesting and slightly disturbing.

I've always looked at shoes as being immensely beautiful things.

-Graham Coxon

Words of Wisdom

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.

~ Author Unknown

Words of Wisdom

Write it down. Written goals have a way of transforming wishes into wants; cant's into cans; dreams into plans; and plans into reality. Don't just think it—ink it!

~ Author Unknown

Words of Wisdom

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.

-David Hume, Essays "Of Tragedy"

Miss Independent

I have come to the conclusion that I might just be better off single. Really. When there is a potential guy that I'm interested in; I become one of "those" girls. I hate "those" girls. Obsessed, crazed, needy, jealous. The list could go on, but you get the picture. And what a sad and pathetic picture it is. I mean, I think it just naturally happens.
Right now I am 'Miss Independent'. I have my own house, I support myself, and I pretty much do what I want when I want. I don't have to ask or tell a significant other what's going on. I don't have to check in with anyone or feel guilty about not spending a certain amount of time with them. Sadly, though, when I was in relationships, I became very dependent on that other person. Too much so. The thought of that saddens me now. When my last relationship ended my cousin asked if I even remembered how to pump my own gas because the boyfriend would always take care of that for me. How sad is that?
I have always considered myself to be an independent girl. Growing up I never minded doing things alone. It's just my nature. It makes me wonder: Have I become too independent during these last few years of singledom to return to my old relationship ways? Living alone for so long has almost made me selfish. I cherish my alone time and enjoy my schedule as it is. I like the fact that I can lay around my house all night and do the things that I want to do; bad habits and all. The thought of giving some of that up is not completely appealing to me.

It's Been Awhile...

So, I am going to admit this sad little fact. I have now been single for 3 years and 7 months. Whoa! Has there ever been a girl in the world that has been single that long!?! Am I a record-holder? It is quite possible and actually admitting it makes me feel almost a bit embarrassed. So, what's my deal? Why single sooooo long? There are actually many reasons for my singleness.

1. My last break-up was bad. I was very sad. An engagement and my life as I knew it had abruptly ended. Not by my choice, I might add. I needed mucho time to heal and I needed to be ALONE. A lot of changes happened very quickly in my life. I lost my best friend and fiance. I was graduating from college. I was soon-to-be interviewing for my first teaching job. I had to search for a new place to live. I lost a lot of my friends that were "our" friends. A lot had to be sorted through and figured out. It took a lot of time. In a sense, I had to create a new "me" and start all over. It was hard. It's over though. Time has done its job and healed and I am totally and completely fine with it now. Sure, it's still a sad and low point in my life to think about, but I came through it and feel that I'm that much stronger and better for it.
About a year after my break-up I went on a "date". I thought I was ready, but as the night progressed, I knew that I wasn't. I ended up locking myself in the bathroom stall and had a good cry. I felt pathetic, but I knew that it just wasn't time for me to date again. Each person is different and I feel that you should allow yourself as much time as needed. You gots to take care of #1 first. That's the way I see it.

2. I am very picky about men. Now, my mother kindly reminded me the other day that I am no "raving beauty" so I shouldn't be so picky. Gee. Thanks for the support and major self-esteem boost. Nothing quite like hearing that. Yes, I am aware that I am not stunningly beautiful and a man's "ideal" woman by any stretch, but I do have standards. I set them high. I feel that I am worth that. My past relationships obviously didn't work out too well for me, so I have raised the bar a bit. Quite a bit. This is why I love my blog quote and relate to it so well. I'm just waiting on MY butterflies. I'd like to find someone that gives me "that" feeling.

3. I'm just not good with the whole dating scene. I guess I'm waiting for my Mr. Right to come knock on my door and we'll live happily ever after. I don't know. I'm just not good with putting myself out there and taking chances. I feel too vulnerable and am afraid of getting hurt again. I have trust issues, unfortunately.

Let's Have a Re-gift Party!

Have you ever opened a gift and thought, "What is this?" or "What am I ever going to use this for?" Maybe you just think things like, "This is the fugliest thing ever." Whatever the murmurings may be that go on inside your head, we have all had these experiences during gift-opening moments.
I don't know about you, but I have a hallway closet with an entire shelf, almost two shelves now, dedicated to gifts of Christmas-Birthday-whatever the occasion may be-Pasts.
My friend Ashley and I (we are both teachers) were talking about our upcoming End of School bash that we were planning to have at a local restaurant. Some how we brought up crap gifts that we have gotten, one thing led to another, BadaBing BadaBoom, and the idea of having a re-gift party was born. Genius.
All attendees were told to bring a gift to re-gift. No money could be spent on a gift. It needed to be something from the Closet of Gifts-Past.
I regret not taking a picture of my re-gifting gift that I took to the bash. Descriptions will have to do. My gift held a lovely bottle of Rose scented lotion. The label claimed 'Rose', but should have been 'Poo'. What better to go with the lotion than a box of Rose bath salts. Run some warm bath water, pour the poo bath salts, and soak. Aah! Then for an extra application of the delectable scent, lather on the lotion. Sounds like a wonderful gift so far! Also included was a snowman tea light holder, a 'Don't sweat the small stuff' magnet with a cheesy quote on it, and a notepad with a pig pushing a shopping cart that read, "To Market, To Market". Now, the BEST item, in my opinion, was a sheepskin seat belt cover. Yessssssss! So practical, so useful, so totally stylish. Yeah, it was hard to give all that up. Because my gifts were so classy, it had to be wrapped in a classy way, of course. What should hold such delightful gifts you ask? Why, a plastic grocery sack, of course! Silly!
Now, on to what I received at the re-gift party. I LOVED my gift. No, seriously. We played Dirty Santa-style and I stole my re-gifted gift from another recipient. So, obviously, I really wanted the dissed gift. I received kid toys. More specifically, toys made for boys that are into playing Cowboys and Robbers. I got a plastic gun that shoots and makes a 'pop' sound, a plastic Deputy Marshall badge, and handcuffs! I scored. Big time. Pretty much, I wore the badge on my shirt all night, shot the gun repeatedly at patrons, and handcuffed Ashley to her chair for awhile. The gift should have just had a gift tag with my name on it. It was perfect. For me.

I can see your wheels turning. You are about to go to your hallway closet and rummage through your crap gifts, aren't you? Then you're going to tell all your friends about the re-gifting party you're going to host, aren't you? Yeah, I thought so. You won't be sorry. I hope you get something good to go back in your closet!

Summer Lovin'

I am a summer lover. Summer is by far the best season. Ever.

Below is a listing of some of the reasons why summer pulls at my heartstrings:
-Pool time! Ah, yes. Nothing is quite as joyous as waking up, putting on the swimming suit and oh-so-stylish cover-up, driving the short 10 minutes to my parentals to the pool, turning on the iPod, getting out a great summer read, and laying on a raft. Having the pool completely to myself is an added bonus. I mean, really. It makes me smile just thinking of the pleasure of the whole scene. Heaven.
-Grilling out. Can we say Big Green Egg, anyone?
-Time off work. Holla to my fellow teachers! Sorry about the rest of you. I truly am.
-Accomplishing things off to-do lists that were too unbearable to do during the cold winter months
-Lazy naps pool-side or inside of screened-in porches
-Tanning your bodacious bod
-Sundresses and tanks
-Footwear! Summer shoes are my favorite. Flip-flops, wedges, strappy sandles...you get the picture.
-Free hair high-lights provided via the sun
-Oh, those summer nights! Sing it Danny and Sandra D!
-Reading. The summer seems to be the only time that I have time to read for pleasure.

Thanks Mr. Sun for making summer so grand.

My dog has the mange...what you gonna do 'bout it?

My phone philosophy is if I don't have your number programmed in my phone that means I don't know you. If I don't know you; I don't need to talk to you. It is that simple. I usually make it a point to ignore any unknown numbers and today I was reminded why it is imperative that I stick to this rule. My phone rang and it was an unfamiliar number, but it was at least a local number. Against my better judgement I answered it. Here is the recap of our short phone exchange...

Me: "Hello?"

Strange Man on other end of the phone: "Yee-ah, my dog has got the mange. What can you do 'bout it?"
[Please note that man has extreme southern accent...I guess after a question like that would you expect anything less?]

Of course, an awkward pause was in order at this point. Crickets could be inserted here for an added effect. It did take some time for my brain to register and process this completely bizarre question. What can I do about your dog with the mange? For real? He didn't even provide me with a polite "hello" first.

Me: "Nothing, sir. Absolutely. Nothing."

Strange Man: "So, this isn't Denise? Her number is ###-####."

Me: "No. Not Denise. My name is Sarah. You accidentally dialed a '7' at the end of the number instead of the '9' that you needed to."

Strange Man: "Awww, alright."

Click.

I didn't even get an "I'm sorry for bothering you with the demands for you to fix my dog with the mange." But really. What did I expect, right? I do live in South-central Kentucky.
Summer break has just begun for me. Maybe I started a new job that I did not realize. Treating dogs with the mange. Hmm. On the bright side, should Daisy ever get the mange, God forbid, I now know that there is a Denise in the BG area with a telephone number just one digit difference from my own that CAN do something about it. It's a good thing to know.

Your dog has the mange, you say? Who you gonna call? De-nise!

I Heart Tug-of-War

Above picture: Me and my students. Rejoicing. Yeah, my feet are off of the ground.

Each year we have Field Day at school. The events are: Hoop Relay, Sack Race, Water Brigade, 50-Yard Dash, and Tug-of-War.
So this year my class got disqualified (if you can even get disqualified from school Field Day) from the Water Brigade. Let me briefly explain the Water Brigade: Each student holds a plastic cup. The student at the end of the line is standing by a bucket full of water. This student fills their plastic cup with water and transfers water into the students cup beside them. This goes on through the whole line of students. When it reaches the opposite end of the line, the water is transferred into another bucket. Basically, you see how much water survives the cup transfer through the whole line of kids. If it sounds lame, that's because it is. Apparently my class thought it was. It was hot and we just wanted that event over with. Or, maybe that was just me. We finished the event first and we were ready to high-tail it inside to take a water break. It was hot that day. An adult helping with the event came over to me and said, "Ms. Marcum, you have been accused of cheating." Um, what was that? Is she really going to tell me that me and my 25 kindergarteners cheated at a game that doesn't even matter? That we cheated at a game where there is no prize or point for that matter? I didn't even want to get into it, so I said something about letting another class win; we didn't care. We just needed to find water...away from the Water Brigade. Besides, we needed to safe our energy and rest up for the upcoming event...
To me, Tug-of-War is the one and only event that even matters during Field Day. I am a competitive girl. I want to win. Tug-of-War is the event that I always want to win. Tug-of-War is my event. I want to bring it. I want to own it, and so far, I have made that happen thus far in my teaching career. My class had been the kindergarten tug champs for the previous two school years. Could I go a third? I honestly had my doubts about my little bunch of kids this year. I just didn't know if we could work together to get the job done. However, after some pep-talks and extensive training sessions (just kidding about that last part...sort of), we were able to pull it together. Yep, three years and running. So, congratulations to me and all of my current and former kindergarteners for being tug champions! "Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride, Nobody's gonna slow me down..."

Words of Wisdom

In 20 years you will be more disappointed by what you didn’t do than by what you did.

-Mark Twain

Lunch Has an All New Meaning...

G’Day! Here’s some Australian slang for you, Mate...

Word: Lunch
Meaning: Okay, who farted?

This is what’s great about this one:
I’m a teacher and of course have to mention the word lunch everyday. Lunch now has a new meaning to me and brings a sweet little smile to my face. It’s a secret smile that only a crazy Australian enthusiast and lover of fart talkin' will enjoy.
"Okay, who farted?" is usually a question that I think to myself day after day being in a Kindergarten room. What is funny though is that children at the Kindergarten age don't yet find humor in flatulence. To them, it is just a necessary and unfunny human function. To me, it is the funniest sound on this Earth. Sadly, if gas is being passed in my classroom; I am the only one laughing about it. Does this show my level of maturity? Yeah, probably so. Oh well. They'll find it funny someday...hopefully.

Because 25 Just Wasn't Enough...

More random facts about...drumroll please…ME!

1. I hate for my toenails to be unpolished. Toenails need to be polished year round. Period. Now as picky as I am about my toenails, you'd think I'd have the same mindset about my fingernails, but no. My fingernails look like a gangly nightmare, and really, I couldn't care less. So there.

2.I want to hold a koala in my arms. BADLY. Like, more than anything in the world. Yes, yes, I know koalas are little brats, but who cares. I’m a brat too. Me and my little Koala Lou will love each other…more than anything. Koalas look so darn cuddly and I want this experience in my life! I know I mentioned this in the last random facts, but I’m just gonna have to say it again. It’s my dream to go to Australia. I have my passport and I'm ready to go! The problem is I need some serious travel funds and a travel mate. If you will promise to go to Australia with me; I will promise to love you forever. The end.

3.Speaking of brats…People that know me know I’m a brat. I’m proud to admit that I am a brat. I know this about myself. My motto that I like to live by is: “Brats always get their way.” And they do. Most of the time.

4.I’m really not good at returning phone calls or emails. Talking on the phone and calling people I barely know or don’t know at all makes me nervous and really intimidates me. Now, about the email: Emails don’t intimidate me or make me nervous, no, it’s nothing like that. The fact that I’m not good about sending emails is because my email inbox is usually stuffed to the gills and I don’t have the capacity to send one out. Yeah, I hate deleting emails. I don’t know. Weirdo.

5.I hate wearing pantyhose. They are from the devil. That is all.

6.I love Hollywood gossip and trashy gossip magazines. I try not to make eye contact with these magazines when in line at the grocery store because I will want to buy them. All of them.

7.I used to have an outie belly button and hated it. I now have an innie after my surgery a couple of years ago. I didn’t know my necessary exploratory surgery would double as a bonus cosmetic belly button reconstruction surgery. Thanks for fixing it up right, Dr. D!

8.I’m terrified of starting on my Masters degree because I am such a procrastinator when it comes to school work. I’m procrastinator #1. When I go; I go all out. That's the way to live life, right?

9.I have never broken a bone, but I did have a pretty bad head injury when I was younger. I guess you could say I’ve dented/cracked my skull. Think about the corner of a brick building where two walls meet. The corners of the bricks are super sharp, right? Well, let me just tell you that they are. I fell back and busted my head into one of those corners hince the dented/cracked skull. This will sound bizarre, but I’d be interested to see my head shaved to see if the back of my head possibly looks funny. I feel like it would have a large dent or something, much like a valley. It’s probably for the best that I just don’t know. Let's hope I keep my hair. Always.

10. Apple slices and peanut butter makes for one of the best snacks ever. I also have a new found love for Hot Pepper cheese. It’s gooood.

11. I love doing little projects/things around the house like trying to repair something, decorating, scrapbooking, various craft projects. My trouble is in finishing these little projects. The procrastination and ADD combination starts kicking in and I’m left with several little un-finished projects.

12. My biggest fear is the thought of my house catching on fire. I don’t know why I’m so scared that this could happen.

13. I tend to think the best of people and put a lot of faith in what is said to me. Don’t make a promise or tell me that you’re going to do something and then not. That is a BIG pet peeve of mine. I hate when people “flake out” or don’t hold up and follow through to plans that have already been made. If we make plans, stick to them unless you have a good reason for bailing.

14. I love to watch HGTV and TLC. Any home show is fine with me! I also love LifeTime. It’s the Television for Women, you know. LifeTime movies are the best.

15. If I could pick any car to drive it would be a BMW or a Range Rover. Nah, I don't want much.

16. I think I’m a pretty creative girl. I have visions of some pretty spectacular things inside this great head of mine. My problem is not having a way to get them out. I can’t draw and can’t always explain my ‘visions’ well to others. Maybe it's that others don't want to understand my visions. Hmm. That is something for me to ponder.

17. I love shiny and sparkling things. Don’t even put rhinestones on something because I will throw it in my cart and buy it in a second. I am a sucker for packaging and for the way merchandise “looks”. Any shiny, metallic, or glittery box, bottle, bag, etc. totally appeals to me. I will be all over it.

18. One of my favorite things to do on Sunday is to look at sales circulars. I love being in the know about all the fantastic deals featured in the stores each week. The Target circular is my fave.

19. I love Easter. Each year my love for Easter grows and grows.

20. I hate the word panties.

The Single Life is, Well...Fabulous!

The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

-Sex and the City

I recently finished watching all six seasons of Sex and the City plus the movie. When the show aired on HBO and was in its prime, there was so much hype surrounding it. I heard so many girls talking about how much they loved the show. First of all, I didn’t have HBO, so I couldn’t watch it that way. I had to wait until re-runs came to TBS. I caught a few shows here and there, but never quite understood the fascination in the appeal of this show. I just didn’t get it and didn’t think it related to me. Maybe I thought I didn’t relate to the characters, the big city life, the fabulousness that was their lives…blah, blah, blah.
Like I said, I recently finished viewing all six seasons. I guess that gives you an indication that I finally “got” the show. I fell in love with it, actually. After beginning Season One; I was hooked. I was sucked up into the fast-paced Manhattan life ready to follow the story lines of Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha. Maybe the fact that I am now in my mid-twenties (actually, I’m beginning to make the cross over into late-twenties..oh yikes) helped me to better like the show. Possibly it is the fact that I have been single for so, so, so long, enabled me to find similarities in myself and these characters. Who knows how this new love affair between myself and this show began. I’m just glad it began. I found these characters to be quite relateable and I wanted them to be my friends. Desperately.
In using the coined ‘word’ of the series, Sex and the City is truly ‘fabulous’. The show is so real and personal. The storylines are so creative and weave so seamlessly together to make for a wildly entertaining and relateable story. The writers of the show push the envelope a bit, but I feel that it is appreciated by the viewer, because it’s real stuff. It’s the stuff women really go through. Of course I’m not living in a great apartment in Manhattan, buying $400+ Monolo Blahniks (on a teacher’s salary–right!), and going out every night. I mean, dang. I don’t even have 3 close girlfriends to go out with. Sad. Yeah, that’s really sad. Let me know if you want to be my friend.
Despite all the blatantly obvious differences between me, the normal kindergarten teacher that resides in BG, and these four glamorous, gutsy, Manhattanites, there were still many ways that this show provided me with some normalcy. I’m a single gal and I have a life of my own outside of a man, like the characters on the show. It just reminded me that, hey, I’m okay. If these 30 and 40-something ladies can live the single life and flourish, so can I. The characters cherish the person they are. They know themselves, what they want, and they do what they love. They have careers and live independent lifes. They also cherish their friendships with each other and see each other as soulmates. How incredible it must be to have such a close-knit bond.
Episode after episode reminded me of who I am and who I want to be. I am comfortable in my shoes and am enjoying walking the single path in them. I cherish myself. I love myself. Most importantly, I have taken the time for me to get to KNOW myself. I know that I will some day find someone to share the fabulousness that is me, but for now I am happy and perfectly content with being in a relationship with me, and only me. I. am. fabulous.

Um, Is This It?

Tonight began yet another season of The Bachelorette. Jillian was introduced to 30 potential bachelors tonight. The guys were laying it on thick and givin’ it all they got. It was a bit pathetic. I mean, is it really necessary to freak out that much over the ‘first impression’ rose. Come on guys. Not necessary. Jillian seemed a little bored with her selection of males and the conversation. I was even more bored. Out of the 30 guys, there were 3 that I would have possibly been interested in getting to know. Yeah, 3, and because I’m shallow it was based on looks alone. Am I really that picky? Yes. I am.
Let’s just hope that this sad selection of bachelors does not indicate what is left in the dating pool in the great U.S. of A. If so, it makes me very sad. Guess I will continue on happily in my single ways.
I’m just sayin’.

25 Random Facts About Me

This was a note that I posted on my facebook profile. I thought I’d post it on here as I feel it gives a pretty good insight to the world that is me.

1. I enjoy talking and tend to be long-winded, so just prepare yourself and understand that some of my “random things” have some lengthy explanations. Enjoy!
2. I have a love-hate relationship with milk. You will never, ever catch me drinking milk. The taste of milk disgusts me. If you want to watch me gag, just throw down an icy cold glass of milk in my presence. I hate when people eat a cookie or a piece of cake and then say, “You know what would be so good right now?” I cringe because I know what is coming. I nervously reply, “What’s that?” They proceed to answer, “A big glass of milk.” This is the point that you will regret saying that because you now have my vomit all over you. Those that know me well know how revolting I think milk is and know to never drink it in front of me or even joke about offering me any. I also hate the smell of milk. I cringe when one of my students ask me to open a milk carton. This is usually why I drop my students off and retreat from the cafeteria as quickly as possible to avoid this happening. If milk makes contact with my skin, I want to cry because the smell seems to linger. Maybe the smell is so noticeable to me because I’m so aware of its stench.Now here is the love part of the relationship: I LOVE dairy products. Ice cream, cheeses of all kinds, yogurt, sour cream, and cream cheese…these things are just heavenly. Yeah, I can’t figure it out either…it is bizarre.
3. I have a seed phobia. The most disgusting seed-filled food in all of the land is the strawberry. I have tried to make myself eat a strawberry several different times during my life. Each time has had the same end result. I nibble one little bite, gag, and almost throw up. I do not eat any type of berry, tomato slices, cucumbers, watermelon…anything that is in contact with seeds. Now I probably seem like a really picky eater to you, but I promise I’m not. Milk and seedy foods are pretty much the extent of my pickiness, even though those are both very common, well-liked foods by the majority of the population.
4. I have a very bad nail-biting/finger chewing habit. Wow- after typing that it sounds even worse to me. I have done this for as long as I can remember. I HATE that I have this habit. I have had many failed attempts to break this habit. Even the cactus flavored nail drops didn’t work.
5. This one is no surprise, but I love my dog Daisy as if she were a child that I birthed.
6. I am a strong-willed, stubborn, independent woman. Sometimes I may be a bit too much so for my own good.
7. Some of my favorite words are: compilation, creature, maniac, moron. When these words are used in sentences, they crack me up. Oddly they all begin with the letters c and m. I just realized this.
8. I have insomnia. No, seriously. Not being able to sleep when you want to really is a miserable feeling, but I do enjoy the night time. I have always been a night owl. I feel like I am most productive at night. If I wasn’t a teacher I could always work 3rd shift at a factory.
9. I am very much a planner and list maker. I like to know details about everything. When going somewhere I want to know who is going to be there, what I am going to be doing, what I should wear, what everyone else will be wearing, etc, etc. I guess we could call that worrying too. I live by a list and keep a calendar constantly in my purse. I have gotten better with the list making and calendar keeping though. I was far worse in high school. If you want some good laughs take a look at my old agendas from high school, which I still have, of course. I used to write down everything!
10. I actually enjoy cleaning. I like for things to be orderly and organized. Well, everything but my garage. I just don’t really care how it looks.
11. I have white hairs sprouting from my head at an alarmingly fast rate. I never noticed a white hair on my head until last school year. I give all the credit for each little white hair to a little boy that almost gave me a nervous breakdown last year. Thanks L.G. Thanks a lot. Each day when I look in the mirror, these white hairs shine the brightest and I am able to fondly remember this child…Promise me that you will still be my friend and not make fun of me too much if I am completely white-headed by age 27, which I fear, I will be.
12. I don’t handle stress well (again, reason for my multiplying white hairs). Throughout my life when I have gone to the doctor for random issues, I always hear the same thing…”It’s due to too much stress.” Stress has contributed to some pretty bizarre things for me. I know Alison will testify to this.
13. I am super jumpy and startle very easily. Please don’t ever try to jump out and scare me on purpose. I am being nice by warning you. You will regret scaring me when I blow out your eardrums from screaming so loudly.
14. I have super-sensitive skin. There have been times when I have been lightly touched by another person and the outline of their handprint was left on my skin. I whelp up and break out easily.
15. I had a bad experience when getting my wisdom teeth cut out. I ended up having 6 wisdom teeth, and one is still up in my jaw because it was so high up that my sinus cavity was cut open when the doctor tried to extract it. The healing process was a fun one.
16. I don’t hide emotions very well…I wear them on my face. It’s my truth factor. If I am mad, you will be able to tell. If I don’t like something, you will be able to tell. I guess if looks could kill…
17. I was once in a car that was on fire. The under-carriage was in flames and the car was close to exploding. The firemen said that it was the hottest car fire they had put out that did not end in an explosion. That was definitely the scariest yet most miraculous moment of my life. I firmly believe that God sent a guardian angel to save us that day.
18. If I could travel anywhere in the world it would be Australia. I am determined to make it there one day! I have had my trip to Australia planned since I was in elementary school. I sent off for an information packet in 6th grade and still have an Australia bumper sticker that was sent in the packet.
19. One of my biggest goals for myself is to submit a manuscript and get published. I would absolutely love to be the author of a children’s book. I love to write. I think the fear of rejection is holding me back. I appreciate and can accept criticism, but my writing is so personal to me that it would be a big blow. I’m afraid I would give up easily once rejected. Yes, I know that even best-selling authors get rejected over and over.
20. My brother, Adam is one of the funniest people I know. Actually, I like to think that we’re both pretty funny people. We both share a true appreciation for all things humorous, even if they are only funny to us. Our favorite conversation topic is bathroom humor and all things relative to turds. Sorry if I just offended anyone, but surely you find a little bit of humor in those things as well.
21. For some reason I am able to easily attract the eyes of male Mexican restaurant servers. My old pal Alejandro was ready to make me his wife.
22. I hate that I try to be a perfectionist. It is exhausting to feel that I always need to try to do everything “right” and “the best”. I am WAY too anal, controlling, and OCD for my own good. I am also very competitive. Not necessarily with sports…everyone knows that I am no athlete (shut up Adam). If Adam gets the chance, he would love to tell you my 5th grade basketball story. This is why I don’t play sports. I can admit that I am no good at them and know I will not be the best, so what’s the point?
23. I only hope that I can have as much spunk and energy as Sophia, Dorothy, Rose, and Blanche when I am older. I absolutely love The Golden Girls. On any night during the week, yes, during the school year, I am up watching the shows on Lifetime from midnight until around 1:30. I own all of the seasons on DVD, but it’s just more fun watching them on Lifetime. I have insomnia, remember? I have to do something during the times I can’t go to sleep.
24. When it comes to cake mix, brownie mix, and cookie mix, Mr. Duncan Hines is my man. I have to support a BG man! However, my favorite cake mix is Pillsbury’s Funfetti mix. Pair that with Mrs. Betty Crocker’s Party Chip icing…it is a dangerous combination. I know that Adam, Natalie, Ashley, and Melody also share the Funfetti love with me. So anytime you want to whip up a cake or cupcakes for me, now you know what kind I like!
25. I don’t think that I am good with relationships of any kind whether it be dating, friendships, whatever. I think I’ve just been burned too many times that I’m afraid to commit to others and I have a trust issue. I am awkward and shy when I first meet a guy that I am interested in and am terrified at the thought of first dates. I’ve had my heart broken; no, make that smashed, and I don’t have much faith/confidence in finding another guy that won’t do the same thing to me again. I know there is one out there though, so I have no worries. I am really okay with the single life. I have LOVED having this time to myself to get to know myself better. Okay, really I’m just holding out for John Krasinski. If he doesn’t work out, Paul Walker is my back up plan.I’m not really good with friendships either. I am intimidated by other girls. I don’t have very many girlfriends. For some reason it has always been hard for me to have friends that I am really close to or consider to be a “best friend”. It is hard to find those few close friends that you can truly trust and depend on. Also, throughout my life almost every best friend that I have ever had has moved away and it has been so incredibly hard each and every time. Everyone I get close to leaves me!I feel SO blessed and thankful for my close girlfriends that I do have. You know who you are, and I love you girls!
Okay, sorry that was SO long, but I did make it clear in #1 that it would be. Hopefully you enjoyed that and don’t now regret getting to know more about the weirdness that is me. This was actually pretty fun. I could easily write 25 more…