Hey guys. What's up? NMH. This post is going to be short and quick because I'm up to my eyeballs in finishing my Action Research Proposal. It should really be called The Dumbest Paper in America. I have to have it submitted by tomorrow and then I will be done with classes until fall semester begins. Can't wait for that.
My professor is so patient. Bless him. He gave me some feedback on a section the other day that started with, "I can tell you've worked really hard and spent a lot of time on this section, but..." Yeah, basically I did it wrong. Typical for me. At least I tried. I sure as heck try.
I'm just not good with formal writing. The whole APA deal. Who cares. I prefer writing like I talk. You all know I'm anything but formal. I jack up punctuation on purpose on my blog because I like it. And I start sentences with 'and' all the time just like this sentence because I like it. It's more fun this way.
I made it back from Florida on Tuesday afternoon. I'm taking a short break at home to do laundry and re-pack and then I'm hitting the road again on Saturday. I'm going to Tybee Island for my dear friend Ashley's wedding. I'm so excited for them. I will be staying in Savannah. I've never been but have heard that it's a wonderful place. If any of you have been to Savannah, let a girl know what to do. I'm not going to have a lot of time there, so what's a must? Any tours to take? Certain sights to see? Shopping? You all know I love food--any restaurant recommendations?
Oh, and I just figured out how to turn on the reply feature to my comment boxes. I'm only 5 years late to that party. I tested it out by replying to some comments from my last post. That was fun.
Well, I guess that's all for now. Seriously, tell me what's up in the Savannah/Tybee Island area. I'd love to know.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Traveling Quirks.
I have many oddities. This isn't a shock. I'm a little bit odd when it comes to traveling. Sometimes I have a hard time being away from home and the comfort of my own things. A little bit of panic sets in. I'm a big "sense" person. Common sense, yes, I have plenty of that, but I'm referring to our senses. As in the five senses. I'm big on the way things smell and feel and look. I don't do much tasting and hearing of things in a hotel room, that's why I didn't include those. If something feels off to me, I have a hard time relaxing and getting comfortable in a space.
Knowing that a million (okay, slight exaggeration) bodies have been on the bed you're sleeping in at a hotel, condo, or wherever you may be, grosses me out. If I could get one of those full-body white lab coat getups complete with the head mask, gloves, and booties, I would. I'd wear it in bed and then I would safely dispose of it in the morning in one of those red hazardous waste containers.
I bring my own pillow and blanket to sleep with, they will both be washed, as will all of the clothes in my suitcase. I have to wash the funk away. I will buy a new toothbrush when I get home. I don't like letting my feet even touch the carpet of places I'm staying at. I wear my house shoes. At all times. I don't like using hotel towels. They're too crunchy and they don't smell good. While traveling, I typically just leave everything in my suitcase and keep it securely zipped up so nothing can even think about getting in (heaven forbid). I can handle making use of the closet and hangers to hang up clothes that I don't want to wrinkle. If I want to use a dresser for clothes or other belongings, I first line the drawers with paper towels (it works in a pinch) before I put anything of my own inside. Yes. I'm a freak. It's awful and I hate that I'm this obsessive, but I am. The older I get, the worse I get about traveling and staying somewhere. And the sad thing is, the place we're staying at isn't at all what I would consider nasty or gross. It's not a 5 star, but it's a fine, average condo at the beach. Very typical. I'm just an over-thinking obsessive that needs to travel in a bubble.
Are any of you like this?
It's a miracle anyone wants to travel with me. My quirks come out in full force around my family, (more than they do when I'm traveling with friends) because my family members don't even pay attention to my hotel/condo "rituals". They're used to it. They just know I'm going to do my thing. They know I'm going to clean and organize and try to find some sense of control in all of the chaos of a place that isn't "mine". It just stinks that I'm too uptight to be able to even truly relax while I'm on vacation. I need therapy.
For fun, let me give you a quick little look-see at some of the odd knick-knacks that are in the condo.
Knowing that a million (okay, slight exaggeration) bodies have been on the bed you're sleeping in at a hotel, condo, or wherever you may be, grosses me out. If I could get one of those full-body white lab coat getups complete with the head mask, gloves, and booties, I would. I'd wear it in bed and then I would safely dispose of it in the morning in one of those red hazardous waste containers.
I bring my own pillow and blanket to sleep with, they will both be washed, as will all of the clothes in my suitcase. I have to wash the funk away. I will buy a new toothbrush when I get home. I don't like letting my feet even touch the carpet of places I'm staying at. I wear my house shoes. At all times. I don't like using hotel towels. They're too crunchy and they don't smell good. While traveling, I typically just leave everything in my suitcase and keep it securely zipped up so nothing can even think about getting in (heaven forbid). I can handle making use of the closet and hangers to hang up clothes that I don't want to wrinkle. If I want to use a dresser for clothes or other belongings, I first line the drawers with paper towels (it works in a pinch) before I put anything of my own inside. Yes. I'm a freak. It's awful and I hate that I'm this obsessive, but I am. The older I get, the worse I get about traveling and staying somewhere. And the sad thing is, the place we're staying at isn't at all what I would consider nasty or gross. It's not a 5 star, but it's a fine, average condo at the beach. Very typical. I'm just an over-thinking obsessive that needs to travel in a bubble.
Are any of you like this?
It's a miracle anyone wants to travel with me. My quirks come out in full force around my family, (more than they do when I'm traveling with friends) because my family members don't even pay attention to my hotel/condo "rituals". They're used to it. They just know I'm going to do my thing. They know I'm going to clean and organize and try to find some sense of control in all of the chaos of a place that isn't "mine". It just stinks that I'm too uptight to be able to even truly relax while I'm on vacation. I need therapy.
For fun, let me give you a quick little look-see at some of the odd knick-knacks that are in the condo.
I'm trying really hard not to be a crab.
Pelican Twins with huge eyeballs.
"Flamingo Point" key ring holder.
Themed decor kills me. Beach condos, mountain cabins. It's hilarious. They typically have the oddest things to go with the theme of their location.
Well, I'm going to go suit up in my bio-hazard mask and protection suit. Sweet dreams, guys.
Well, I'm going to go suit up in my bio-hazard mask and protection suit. Sweet dreams, guys.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
It's Been Awhile (No, not the Staind song).
Hey guys, remember that time I used to blog on a regular basis? Yeah, I don't either.
Quick update from the past few weeks (because I know you're dying to know and then we'll move on):
1. School ended. And all the teachers said, "Amen".
2. I moved the entire contents of my classroom to my garage. Yes, it was so much fun. Thanks for wondering.
3. Action Research Proposals are probably the dumbest things in America and I'm glad I'm not a full-time researcher/action proposal writer.
I feel so out of touch with the world! I don't like it. How are you guys?? I haven't had much time for fun or anything extra that's not on a to-do list of boring, dumb things. Sadly, reading and writing for fun were thrown out the window long ago. The past month has been nothing but wrapping up the school year, having obligations between two workplaces, moving, moving, and moving some more, and two grad classes with TONS of nightly homework.
I'm not wanting to wish my summer away, but I'm ready for it to be July already.
BUT--Who cares about that junk. My complaints and fussing just make it boring and this isn't a place for boring. Sarah doesn't do boring.
It's summer and I'm alive, I'm eating well (way too well), and I'm getting tan. That's really all that matters right now.
--AND--
I'm in Florida. Right at this very minute. Writing to you. Sitting on a balcony. All alone. With the salty breeze, and the crashing waves, and my snacks by my side. That reminded me of the Going on a Bear Hunt story, but mine would be:
Going to the Balcony (group echo), Gonna do some homework (echo), I'm not afraid (echo), I've got my MacBook and my snacks by my side (echo).
That was fun. Well, it was only fun for those of you that participated and echoed along. And maybe did the thigh clap along thing, as well.
I've spent every night since I've been in Florida doing stupid homework for my stupid class, but at least I'm doing homework at the beach instead of on my couch. The couch is my usual homework hideout. Sitting on the couch, with the TV on, and, like now, snacks all around. I have quickly discovered that my couch and TV are no match for the beach. Homework is much more tolerable when you know the beach is right below your feet. I'm just thankful to be here. Away from home and on vacation. I needed this in my life. Things were just getting to be a little bit too much back home, you know? There were just some situations and stresses and people that I don't need to think about or see for awhile. This is why God gave us summer. And beaches. And ice cream.
So I promise I'll be back sooner than later to write again. I know, I know. I always say that. I really will, though. I feel inspired here. A break from life tends to do that, huh? I actually have the desire to write this week, and that's something I haven't had for a long time. I'm going to try to roll with it.
And because I can't stop thinking about snacks, let me share with you my Snack of the Week. Yes, I announced that in a loud, booming announcers voice. The Snack of the Week! It's a life changer, guys. If you like pineapple and coconut, you'll love this ice cream. I've downed two pints in the past two days. This is why my butt is the size it is. Back to the ice cream. It's the creation of pineapple and coconut getting together on a hammock while sucking back a few too many Malibu Breezes, which resulted in them having a 14 FL OZ tropical baby. That's the way I see it, anyway. This is their love child and their child is delicious. I would probably name their baby Pinenut. Or Cocoapple. I bet Hollywood hotshots would be all over a name like Cocoapple for their baby. It's the combination of Courtney Cox and David Arquette's daughter, Coco and Chris and Gwyneth's daughter, Apple. Touche.
I suppose you'd have to like pineapple and coconut to find delight within this pint. What a great rhyme! If you hate pineapple and coconut, then you'd hate this. Trust me. I'm just trying to bring the world together, one snack at a time, but I can't please everybody. We've all got different taste buds, and that's okay. I guess.
If I were in a Miss America pageant (I know, I'm cracking up thinking about it too), my stand would be about food and sharing the knowledge of delicious food to all of the citizens in this great land, the home of the brave. Because, you know, I definitely don't want for anybody to ever have to go hungry, but I certainly don't want for anyone to have to miss out on delicious foods. Knowledge is power. We would have food conventions and food parades and we'd all get together and hold our pints of Haagen-Dazs up high and smile while ice cream dripped down our chins and our eyes glazed over in a diabetic state. What a dream.
Well, now that I've probably scared you and you're quickly clicking the 'unfollow' button because it's all coming back to you about how weird I really am, I'll let this be the end. For now.
Quick update from the past few weeks (because I know you're dying to know and then we'll move on):
1. School ended. And all the teachers said, "Amen".
2. I moved the entire contents of my classroom to my garage. Yes, it was so much fun. Thanks for wondering.
3. Action Research Proposals are probably the dumbest things in America and I'm glad I'm not a full-time researcher/action proposal writer.
I feel so out of touch with the world! I don't like it. How are you guys?? I haven't had much time for fun or anything extra that's not on a to-do list of boring, dumb things. Sadly, reading and writing for fun were thrown out the window long ago. The past month has been nothing but wrapping up the school year, having obligations between two workplaces, moving, moving, and moving some more, and two grad classes with TONS of nightly homework.
I'm not wanting to wish my summer away, but I'm ready for it to be July already.
BUT--Who cares about that junk. My complaints and fussing just make it boring and this isn't a place for boring. Sarah doesn't do boring.
It's summer and I'm alive, I'm eating well (way too well), and I'm getting tan. That's really all that matters right now.
--AND--
I'm in Florida. Right at this very minute. Writing to you. Sitting on a balcony. All alone. With the salty breeze, and the crashing waves, and my snacks by my side. That reminded me of the Going on a Bear Hunt story, but mine would be:
Going to the Balcony (group echo), Gonna do some homework (echo), I'm not afraid (echo), I've got my MacBook and my snacks by my side (echo).
That was fun. Well, it was only fun for those of you that participated and echoed along. And maybe did the thigh clap along thing, as well.
I've spent every night since I've been in Florida doing stupid homework for my stupid class, but at least I'm doing homework at the beach instead of on my couch. The couch is my usual homework hideout. Sitting on the couch, with the TV on, and, like now, snacks all around. I have quickly discovered that my couch and TV are no match for the beach. Homework is much more tolerable when you know the beach is right below your feet. I'm just thankful to be here. Away from home and on vacation. I needed this in my life. Things were just getting to be a little bit too much back home, you know? There were just some situations and stresses and people that I don't need to think about or see for awhile. This is why God gave us summer. And beaches. And ice cream.
So I promise I'll be back sooner than later to write again. I know, I know. I always say that. I really will, though. I feel inspired here. A break from life tends to do that, huh? I actually have the desire to write this week, and that's something I haven't had for a long time. I'm going to try to roll with it.
And because I can't stop thinking about snacks, let me share with you my Snack of the Week. Yes, I announced that in a loud, booming announcers voice. The Snack of the Week! It's a life changer, guys. If you like pineapple and coconut, you'll love this ice cream. I've downed two pints in the past two days. This is why my butt is the size it is. Back to the ice cream. It's the creation of pineapple and coconut getting together on a hammock while sucking back a few too many Malibu Breezes, which resulted in them having a 14 FL OZ tropical baby. That's the way I see it, anyway. This is their love child and their child is delicious. I would probably name their baby Pinenut. Or Cocoapple. I bet Hollywood hotshots would be all over a name like Cocoapple for their baby. It's the combination of Courtney Cox and David Arquette's daughter, Coco and Chris and Gwyneth's daughter, Apple. Touche.
If I were in a Miss America pageant (I know, I'm cracking up thinking about it too), my stand would be about food and sharing the knowledge of delicious food to all of the citizens in this great land, the home of the brave. Because, you know, I definitely don't want for anybody to ever have to go hungry, but I certainly don't want for anyone to have to miss out on delicious foods. Knowledge is power. We would have food conventions and food parades and we'd all get together and hold our pints of Haagen-Dazs up high and smile while ice cream dripped down our chins and our eyes glazed over in a diabetic state. What a dream.
Well, now that I've probably scared you and you're quickly clicking the 'unfollow' button because it's all coming back to you about how weird I really am, I'll let this be the end. For now.
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