Go Shawty, It Was My Burfday. I Partied Like It Was My Burfday.

I miss the blogging world! I feel so out of the loop since I don't have a computer. Update on all that biznass: the hard drive did crash. The guy doesn't know if he can recover anything and said I may be without my computer for a few weeks. What the what? A few weeks!? I'm going to die. It looks like I may have some pretty boring posts for awhile. Big sigh. Blogging from an iPad is just not the same and takes 52 million years. So, bear with me, friends.

Let me just share this good news right quick. It was 89 degrees today. We're having August weather in April and it's glorious.

Yesterday was my birthday. 28. Yeesh. That sounds so old but I still feel like I'm 12. I still kind of look like I'm 12 too, so I guess it works out. I had a pretty great day. For starts, I was off school since it's spring break, so that was pretty spectacular. I slept in (as I did every single day this week) and washed a load of clothes in my brand new washing machine that Dad bought me for my birthday. It's a pretty fun little machine. It plays a little electronic diddy when you turn it on. I like things that will play a diddy for me.

That afternoon, Mom took me to get a pedicure. Pedicures are such delightful treats for the feetsies. I always forget how ticklish the bottoms of my feet are. When they get out the little foot scrubber and get at the roughness, I always laugh and have a hard time controlling myself. I almost kicked the lady in the nose. She was a little scared of me after that. She said, "You're not going to bloody my nose, are you?"
Um, and have you all ever had the pedicurist bust out a razor on your feet? Well, it happened to me for the first time. I take a razor to my own toes because I don't like being hairy anywhere. If I could be picked up by the hairs of my head and dipped into a big pool of hot wax to remove all body hair, I would so do it. I guess the lady saw some little prickly pears on my toes so she shaved me. It was definitely a first, but whatever, woman. Shave away. I was going to feel bad about myself if she started shaving my legs though. I was starting to worry that maybe I'd missed some patches.

I got OPI Strawberry Margarita on my very hairless toes.

After my pedicure, I went to a little shop that we have downtown called Zingarella's. It's full of cute stuff. I bought this pair of earrings. They're cute little owls with blingy eyeballs. I like them. Lots.

Last night my two bestest buddies, Ashley and Erica, came over for a sleepover. Sleepovers are just as much fun at age 28 as they were at age 8. I love my friends. I'm a lucky lady. We talked about people, ate, had some beverages, talked about people, watched The Sweetest Thing, talked about people, watched Mean Girls, and crashed. Then we woke up and ate pepperoni and cheese cubes for breakfast. All in all, a perfect birthday and I'm glad I was able to spend it with them.
And look at this poster that Ashley got me while she was in Houston. If you know me and my geek side, you know how much I love it.

And, one of my best presents of all was reading THIS very great post that Ashley wrote about yours truly. It's probably the best blog post of all time. She's a sweet, sweet lover.

I am going to savor what little bit of weekend I have left. It's going to be another beautiful day in the Bluegrass tomorrow. Yip E.

Wine. Supermoon. Poop.

Those three words seem to sum up my weekend pretty well.

Both Friday and Saturday nights were full of spending time with my friends and wine consumption. I went to bed both nights a giggly girl.

Did you all check out the super moon on Saturday? The super "perigee moon" was the biggest it's been in 18 years. Apparently to see the full bigness you had to check it out when it was coming up over the horizon, like in the picture below. It's a monster. I didn't see it until it was way up in the sky. It sure was bright though.

Things like my students hair (that I posted about once before), storm fronts, and full moons definitely effect how a day is going to be in a classroom. Ask any teacher. We always know when bad weather is moving in, when seasons are changing, and when it's a full moon. Kids feed off that stuff for some reason. We all turn into wild jungle cats. Friday at school was cuh-razy. Ashley and I had to go get margaritas as soon as we got out of school at 4:00. That should tell you something.

The moon can cause a 1-6 inch tidal rise and it also apparently effected the rise of my parents septic tank system. Saturday night they heard gurgling sounds from their toilets. Next thing they knew, the two toilets downstairs were overflowing and their bathtubs/showers were backing up. Grody.
They had a major septic backup problem. If you can't use the water in your house, you're pretty much screwed. No bathroom. No showers. No clothes washing. No dish washing. Yeah. Screwed. Today I've had my family as my house guests. They came over to shower, use the facilities, and wash clothes. My little house has been hopping all day. The good thing is that since they've been camped out with me, I got some things knocked off my "honey-do" list. My dad is going to be replacing the weather stripping on my backdoor, he cleaned out my gutters, and we worked out front in my yard raking and pruning and all that fun stuff that I absolutely hate.

Spring really is here. Boy is it ever. I've been sweatin' it up all day. I swear we don't have normal seasons in Kentucky. It goes straight from cold to hot. I just turned my heat off and I could be blasting the ac today. I'm not complaining though. I love hotness, but I just wasn't prepared to sweat this much while working out in my yard today. I hate boob valley sweat. You all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I'm glad spring is here. I'm glad it's warm. I just hate Bradford Pear trees. They're so pretty, but man. They sure have a stank. Probably very comparable to my parents current backed up septic system.

Shew. One of my little Chinese students once said (in reference to these trees), "Stinky, stinky. Smell like dog poo". You are so right little one. I will forever think that when I smell these trees now.

I hope all of you had a good and stinkless weekend and maybe you raised a glass or ten to spring's arrival. Here's to spring!

Weekend Fun Times.

Busy and fun weekend. Lots to share, so let's get to it. Friday night I went out to eat with my family and then went on a date with myself. I took myself to Target and Barnes&Noble. I'm wild and crazy. I roamed around both of these stores for a long time just checking out all the goods.

I spotted the fugliest jeggings I've ever seen in my life:

Simply horrid. They were only $4.99. They should have been marked as "free to a good home". I really wanted to pull out the Sharpie that I had in my purse and change the tag.

I found a couple of new Mo Willems games that I was super excited about. Mo Willems is a children's author/illustrator for those of you that don't know. He's a winner and he's one of my favoritest.

I wanted them both, but I resisted them...for now. I'm sure they will be in my possession in the near future.

This aisle is heaven for me. Containers and organizers. Ahhhhhhhh! Hear the angels sing a joyous melody!

Nights full of shopping, people watching, and merchandise picture taking are always fun.

Saturday I went down to Nashville with my parents and my girl Ashley came with us. Mom considers Ashley one of her daughters, so she's part of the fam. We went to a couple stores before heading downtown for dinner and a Predators hockey game.

We found a chair just our size. We had to stalk the chair like freaks and wait for a couple of little girls to get out of it so that we, girls 20+ years their age, could get in it.

Before the game, we ate at Jack's Bar-B-Que downtown. I'd never been there before so it was an extra special treat for me. It was sooooooo good. I love some good BBQ. I gobbled up the bbq sandwich, corn, mac and cheese, and had a piece of chocolate fudge pie. Yum. I love pie with every single heartstring that I have. And I was still hungry after all that food. It's a good thing we were off to the game where I could get some concession snacks.

At the game! Ready for crashing and smashing.

A great part of our entertainment was this lady pictured below. I was in awe of her permed hair. It was errwhere. I was even more amazed at her massive amount of cleavage. You can't tell it from this picture, but her boobs seriously sat directly under her chin. She could motorboat herself if she wanted to. She also kept her cell phone safely tucked in the crevice of her boob. Yes, I say boob (singular) because it was one large boob. She also enjoyed rubbing on her beau's shiny bald head. It was pretty special sitting behind them.

The game was so, so much fun. It was my first ever hockey game and I loved it. Everything about it was fun. The actual hockey playing was great, but the breaks in between the playing were just as much fun. I loved seeing all the crowd shots on the JumboTron. I've never laughed so much in my whole life. Seeing people being filmed without them realizing it is hilarious.

There was also an air guitar contest between two girls that were competing to win a Wendy's Combo Meal. "Sandy" was a jolly sized woman that was rockin' her air guitar out. I've never seen a girl bust a move so hard. She even got down on the floor and did a whole leg spread deal while playing her air guitar. I swear you could hear one big "ugh" from all the men sitting around the arena. They were slightly disgusted. Hilarious. Sandy won, by the way. She was elated. I bet she ran right out to Wendy's after the game was over.

I also received the stink eye/glare down from a woman in the row in front of us. No, it wasn't the one-boobed permed out lady. I was simply asking a man sitting in front of us, who I knew was married because he was there with his wife and two little kids, a question strictly about hockey. Specifically, I asked him what the words were to one of the chants. I didn't want to be left out because I wanted to yell  "we're gonna beat the hell out of you, you, you, you, you" along with the crowd. All I asked him was what the words were to the chant and his wife looked pissed. She got up and took their daughter with her and didn't come back the rest of the game. Insecure, maybe? Yeesh. I didn't mean to be a home wrecker. First of all, it was totally innocent and I wasn't in any way being flirty. I'm not the kind of girl that would try to flirt with a married man and cause any trouble between a couple. I'm so not that way. I was just a curious cat and asked him to help me out. Simple as that. And, well, let's face it. No one else sitting around us could help me out. Everyone else was too into their concession food, or having their bald head stroked, or pulling their cell out of their boob.

There was also a pretty awesome fight during the middle of the game. 

Oh, yeah, the Preds won too. Fun times.

Sunday, it was back down to Nashville. Ashley's boyfriend's band was playing at Cadillac Ranch downtown, so we went to listen. 

A stinkin' kid threw a beanbag off the 2nd story balcony. It hit me. Of course. Malarky.

I like my friends.

I hope all of you had a magical weekend. Isn't people watching the best? Did any of you see any one boobed women with bad perms?

Proud like a Momma.

I'm really proud of my best good friend Ashley.  Check out her blog for more lovely pictures. She chopped ten inches off of her hair to donate to Locks of Love.  That took a lot of guts and I love her guts.

There it goes!

Erica and I went along to her appointment as haircut supporters/photographers.  Once the ponytail received a little snippity, snippity action, we decided it would be appropriate to have a little fun with it. Transformations were happening in that little hair studio. Erica decided to transform herself into a lady with long, luscious locks.  I could stare at this picture for days on end.  How great is it?  And how crazy is it that the ponytail matches Erica's hair pretty perfectly. Maybe Ashley should just donate the ponytail to Erica.
Since Erica decided to add the ponytail to change her look, it was only appropriate that I bestow upon her a new name.  Give her an alter ego, if you will. Meet my new friend, Ina.  She's my naturistic Scandinavian friend.  Ina B. Hoopenstacken.  Doesn't it just make you wanna yell "Yodel ay hee hoo"?

I've always been curious as to what I'd look like as a brownie.  I love being a blond, but I'm kinda digging the brown.  What do you all think?  Color change time?

Brownie?

or Blondie?

This is Ashley's end result.  Isn't it just the cutest?

I love my BTF and the gifts she gave me.

I'm going to share with you the Christmas gifts that I received from my BTF because I loved them all so much.  I will say that she knows me quite well based on her selection of gifts for me.

I received this lovely blanket:

My favorite colors are pink and black, so this blanket is perfect.  Plus it's so soft and warm.  It will be a nice addition to the teacher's recess bench during the upcoming cold months.

This beautiful scarf:

I LOVE houndstooth.  The fact that this is pink is beyond words.   Angels were rejoicing in heaven the day this scarf came to be.

And I got a stocking full of goodies.  The stocking had Sharpies (teachers can never have enough), M&Ms, two tubs of Carmex (I go through it like crazy!), and the next items deserve pictures because they are too awesome for words.

All things poop erasers.  How incredible are these!?!  Yes.  That little brown eraser is indeed a poop squirt.  Awesome. I LOVE these.

A t-shirt clip!  I have been mourning the fact that I no longer had one for the all of the 80s dress-up days that I've done in the past few years.  I'll be darned if she didn't find a two-pack at The Mighty Dollar.  I can't wait for the next excuse to dress in my 80s gear again.  This clip is going to make the outfit magic.

So, BTF wins the prize as giving me the best gifts of all time.  She incorporated all of my favorite things.  Pink, black, houndstooth, turds, bad 80s accessories, and more.  That's a best friend for life.