I think I'll move to Australia.

What a dumb and poopy week. I'm kinda complainy and I really shouldn't be. I'm in a rut. A complaining rut. Does that happen to you all? I know that I have so much to be thankful for. I have my health, and a job, and family and friends that love me and help me in so many ways. But it's just been one of those weeks, you know? Things haven't quite gone my way. Things have broken. Life has been expensive lately. Bad bouts of luck and annoyances have reigned supreme.

It's the perfect time for some randoms...

I'm taking my class on our first field trip of the year tomorrow. We're going to a Book Festival to see some children's authors and illustrators. One of the authors we'll be seeing is Judith Viorst, author of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I feel much like Alexander, except my title is Sarah and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week or maybe month or maybe year.
I loved this book when I was little. My mom will tell you I loved it for the fact that Alexander would say, "I think I'll move to Australia". He figured all of his bad luck would disappear if he moved there. Maybe mine would too. I've always had a great love affair with that continent.

I know you all are beyond sick of hearing me complain about my computer, but I miss it so hard, y'all. This has completely rocked my world. I'm lost without it. I can't get over it. This has made me realize that I had a computer addiction. Seriously. Me, Daisy, and my MacBook. The Three Musketeers. Sigh. We will be reunited in a couple weeks and that will be one of the most joyous days of my life. I'll probably skip out of the store with it when I finally get him back. This whole thing has made me extra appreciative of my work computer this week. I've all but hugged the thing and I stare at it longingly while I'm at school. I'm even staying late at school right now just so I can publish this here blog. I love you, computer and keyboard. I love you so much.

I don't know why my neighbors like to switch trashcans and swipe mine. This has happened several times through the past few years and it happened again yesterday. We have two very distinct looking trashcans. I like mine better. Obviously they do too. They beat me to the curb after this past trash day and they swiped my can. Get ready, neighbors because it's on next week. I'll be ready and plotting my way to regain my rightful trashcan once again. I don't get why they take my trashcan. I know they're old and the senses might not be as keen as they once were, but come on. They can tell it's not theirs. And while this may seem like something that doesn't matter, you're wrong, friends. It matters. Don't mess with Sarah's stuff.

You want to hear something cool? My bank account, Mom's, and Dad's all got compromised. All 3 of us. Some how all of our debit card numbers were stolen on the same weekend. Who does this happen to? My family. We're much like The Griswold's. I'm dead serious. If you don't know who The Griswold's are then I'm pretty sure we wouldn't make good friends.
This whole thing has been a mess. You don't realize how much you rely on your card until you suddenly aren't able to use it. I'm currently waiting not so patiently on a new card in the mail. It can't get here fast enough.
Luckily the bank stopped any charges from happening against my account. My parents weren't so lucky. Someone spent around $200 of Dad's money, but Mom was the real winner. Some very horrible person spent a big $1000 smackers snatching up items at Toys R Us, Hat World and Foot Locker. Hmm. Those purchases weren't suspicious at all. Mom is a frequent Hat World and Foot Locker customer. She's always sporting the nicest fitted hats and latest high top sneakers. Total sarcasm for those that don't follow. My Mom isn't G.

Something extra scary happened to me yesterday. I was a sideshow with Ronald McDonald. Yes. It was as scary as it sounds. He came to our school to do a program for our kindergarten-2nd graders. I was the lucky teacher that participated in his show. I must always give off a "sucker" vibe. In a crowd of people, I'll be the one that is singled out and chosen to do something dumb. Luckily Ashley was there to capture some pictures with my phone.

I look totally thrilled don't I?

This picture is blurry but it makes me chuckle a little on the inside. We're both doing the same thing. Creeptastic.

I'm not going to lie. I was a little scared up there. Not of being in front of a crowd but of that creepy freak of a clown. Sorry Ronald. I wasn't lovin' it. After my participation he gave me a certificate. I would have rather had a coupon for a free cheeseburger. Ronald, of all clowns, should be able to hook a teacher up.

This Extreme Couponing show is beyond craziness. Have you all been watching it? I'm appalled and amazed all at the same time. It's amazing that they get out of the store with $1000 worth of groceries and only pay something crazy like $6.36. I go in the grocery and come out with two bags filled with nutritious foods such as ice cream and chips and spend $50. These people would shake their heads in disgust at me. I have no couponing game. I've never even used one. Maybe I should start. We have some coupon clubs here in town. I could definitely use some tips to save some benjamins, baby. I wouldn't want to be a freak about it though.
The appalling part is that some of these people are stockpile hoarders. Why do you need 70 boxes of cereal? Do their boxes of cereal not ever expire? I don't get it. One family bought 62 bottles of mustard. Why? Unless you're hosting Hot Dog Fest 2011, there is absolutely no reason to have 62 bottles sitting around your house. You shouldn't have 62 bottles of anything hanging around your house. Unless it's wine or something harder and then that would be okay.

I say this on my About Me page, and it's the God's honest truth, y'all. I truly live with my foot in my mouth. No week goes by without me talking about someone or something and then turning around to find the person I'm talking about be right behind me. It happened to me twice yesterday. You'd think I'd learn. I never will.

Check ya later, kids. I like you all so much.

"He is P-I-S-E-D." "Pised?"

I've never really used my blog as a place to air my dirty laundry or talk about people in my personal life in a negative way. However, the time has come, dear ones. This is my corner of the world and I can say what I want here because I make the rules. Freedom of speech is truly a beautiful thing. I need to fuss about something for just a bit and get it out because I'm done with letting it eat at my mind. Lord only knows what ridiculous things have been said about me lately by the person this is involving, so I don't feel bad about speaking my mind now in my space. I'm sorry in advance for this post o'drama. This really isn't my style. You all know this. I prefer keepin' it light and fun, but sometimes life gets messy and stankin'. Let's bring on the big ole smelly bucket of poo.
I think you'll agree with me in the end in how truly silly this all is. Enjoy.

If I know that someone is upset with me, I always do a little self reflection. I try and see things from that person's perspective and see if he/she has a valid point. I don't like knowing that someone is upset with me. If I see that I'm in the wrong, I apologize, of course. I never mean to intentionally hurt someone. If I do, I make sure that I'm more sensitive in the future.

...BUT...

What if you've done that self reflection and realize you're dealing with something a bit irrational. What if you're not in the wrong? What if you've truly done absolutely nothing?

I currently have someone that is upset with me. "Pissed" as this person put it. Are you ready to find out what I did to make someone so mad at me? I really am a horrible person, I guess...

Remember that little kitty we just adopted from the Humane Society? Yes. That cat is the root of the pissy feelings toward me. You read it right. Someone is currently pissed at me because my mom adopted a cat. I feel like I should insert some cricket noises here or have a dj scratch the music and make it awkward.

I was told that I was "rude and tacky". I was also told, "You all adopting that cat was not about providing a home for a stray. It was about self-gratification. That's why I'm pissed."
Um...
Finally, this person told me, "I hope that cat is psycho and hurts someone". WOW. Unstable much?

I was also defriended by this person on Facebook because of all this malarky. He also defriended my mom and another friend.

Let me shed a little background on why this person is pissed with me. This person currently has two cats. He needs to find a new home for them due to recently finding out (by recent, that means he's already known a couple months) that his child is allergic to the cats.
Never did I say I would take in these cats as my own. I have no idea why in this person's mind he thought I would be the solution to the problem. It is not my responsibility to find a home for his cats. It is not my mom's responsibility to take in these cats. Never did this person speak to my mom about taking his cats. We have the right to get a cat if we so choose and should not feel obligated to take someone else's cat(s) off their hands. We may have wanted a cat and it just so happened to not be one of his. Is this heartless? I don't think so. I'm sorry his cats need a home but so do thousands of other cats. And sorry if we got a cat that we had a connection with. Plus, I like ours better than his. Is that bitchy? Who cares. He deserves that much of my attitude. If I'm going to care for an animal, I want one that I love and one that loves me a bit in return. Isn't that what it's all about?

I'm sorry about his situation but it's not my problem. Bottom line is that he wanted to make his problem my problem and his responsibility my responsibility.

I am not a parent, but if I had a child who couldn't stay with me due to the fact that his allergies to my pets were so bad, I would get rid of my animals as quickly as possible. I would find some kind of arrangement for them. There are options. I am not the only option. I am not a free animal clinic to all the needy animal friends. Sorry. As much as I love all animals and my own animals, a child would have to come first.

My mind is still slightly blown to the fact that someone is seriously pissed at me over something this trivial and, well, just plain silly. If the worst thing I'm going to do in life is adopt a cat (by association) and have someone mad at me for it, then I guess I'm okay with the way I'm living.

"If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?"  ~Sydney J. Harris

If you're gonna be mad at me over something like this, well, then you're a wee little man boy in my mind.

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.

Breathe and Reboot.

I'm a bit frazzled at the moment. I might have had a meltdown or two. I can relate to Carrie Bradshaw right now, specifically Episode 56--"My Motherboard, Myself". I came home this evening and got on my MacBook. This is usually one of the first things that I do when I walk in the door. I'm in a relationship with my computer. We're in love.
Mr. Mac was acting a little funny so I restarted him. It came back on as a gray screen with a flashing folder with a question mark. Wahhhhhh! Has anyone had this happen before? I called my Mom because she is also a fellow Mac lover. She said, "You didn't get the bomb did you? Because that wouldn't be good." Luckily, I did not get the bomb like Carrie did. No sad Mac, but I sure am a sad Mac.
Like Carrie and I'm sure all of you, my whole life is on my computer. And had I backed anything up in a long time? That would be a big NO. Not good. You best believe I'm heading to our Mac store when they open tomorrow. I have to get him fixed. The hard drive should still be under warranty, so hopefully it will be all good in the hood. Let's hope. I can't be without the computer. iPhone and iPad just don't cut it.
Go backup, ladies! Now!

“After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breathe and reboot.” -Carrie Bradshaw

I'm breathing...

Yes sir e Bob.

Man. That championship game was beyond boring. I felt like I was watching a Jr. high basketball game. The blog was calling my name, so here I am, friends. I know you're so happy. Probably as happy as you'd be if you saw a unicorn frolic across a field of wildflowers sprinkled with dewdrops.

Okay, I just saw the Gas-X commercial and it's one of my very favorites. They've been playing that same commercial for years and I hope it never retires into the commercial vault because it is timeless and spectacular. My favorite line is, "Your son Rip is on line toot." I wish I could have been the genius behind writing that line.

It was pretty stormy here around lunch time today. Our tornado sirens went off twice. Our weather man said we might want to grab a bicycle or football helmet to wear for protection. Is he for real? Yes. He absolutely is. In pretty much the same breath, he also said, "It's getting bad out there. Yes sir e Bob". I just sat on my couch shaking my helmet-less head.

So I saw this little thing in a shop yesterday. Inappropriate, yes. Exactly why I had to take a picture of it and share it with you. You're welcome.

I like the smell of leather. I'm telling you this because I can smell this new belt of mine. It's silver and it's beautiful and it can be found at an Old Navy store near you.

I have a bit of a smell obsession. I love to sniff things. Not sniffing or huffing things as in powdery drugs or spray paint or Sharpies or household cleaners. No, no. I keep it safe, kids. No inhalant abuse going on over here. I just like smells. Usually odd smells like new plastic toys or when the air conditioner in a car first comes on or a skunk. Delicious smells like that. Ahh.

And since I like shopping so, let me share a couple more things that I recently bought with you. It was all on sale. I like sale.

One can never have enough shoes.

I got this dainty little scarf for $3.49. Score.

That's about all I feel like uploading pictures of. I hope you enjoyed that brief shopping extravaganza.

Day one of spring break week is officially winding down. It has been a pretty glorious day. I lounged around and napped in between the storms that we had. It was not a day for going out, so I took full advantage of being trapped indoors. I didn't even put a bra on until a few hours ago. And that was only so I could run to the MacDonald's (shout out to my Granny D!) to get supper, which consisted of a hot fudge sundae and fries. I'm a pretty health conscious person.

Tomorrow is the day that we pick up our new furry feline friend! Everyone throw your paws up in the air and say "meow" like you just don't care.

Oh yes, if you're an intermediate teacher, you must check out my bloggy friend, Katie's giveaway. She made a cute unit that she's giving away to 3 lucky people. Her giveaway ends tomorrow, so step lively, friends, and head on over to her blog to check it out.

I will leave you with a couple of quotes that I'm fancying right now:

"When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them." ~Marilyn Monroe

"Take chances, take a lot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up, and with whom, it always ends up just the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are. You learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. Say how you feel, always. Be you, and be okay with it." ~Unknown

Word to your mom. Bye now, Friends.

Three Cheers for Spring Break.

Today was a beautiful day in the Bluegrass State. A very lovely 85 degrees--way warmer than I thought it was going to be today. One thing you should know about my family is that we're all food lovers. No distance is too far to travel to get your gut filled with something good. My family will drive the distance for good food and today was the perfect day to do just that. My Dad voted on heading over to the Land Between the Lakes area to go to Patti's, which is a good two hour drive. We hadn't been there since October, so we were long overdue for that good eatin' experience. We conquered our flowerpot bread (4 pots o' bread to be exact) and our giant pork chops like the food eating champions that we are. It was delectable as always.

Cold dranks are always better in a jar. "Ahh! What's it to ya?"

And since I'd rather have a birthday pie than a birthday cake, we bought a whole one to go. A whole pie is $10.99. One slice is $6. Um. I'll take the whole pie. Duh. 

These pies are a magical fantasy. They whip that meringue 7 inches high! Bonzai.

After we ate we visited the animal friends scattered across the grounds. This little Peter Cottontail is ready for Easter. So am I, my little fluffy tailed friend.

Me on the pink tractor.

Inside the pink tractor shop, I bought a beautiful little pink lace scarf that was 75% off. I love a good sale about as much as I love food. I was already wearing a pink scarf today (as seen above on the tractor), but switched to my new pink scarf because, well, it was new.

I almost bought myself some flip flops because my feet were hot. I hate wearing socks on hot days. Gross. It's just been so chilly here lately that this summer heat wave kinda caught me off guard, but I'll take the sweaty and swollen feet if it means we have some hot fireball star in the sky time.

We shopped a little bit more and even spent a little bit of time playing on a seesaw. Yes, our day was beyond random, but that's how I love it. It was so much fun--until my sister fell off her end of the seesaw when she was high up in the air. She hit the ground with a thud and I thought for sure she broke her arm. She has a pretty righteous bruise. End of see-saw fun times. It turns out her end of the board had a bit of a gangsta lean to the right. That paired with my roughness...well, maybe I'm not the best seesaw partner.

After that fun we drove down to hang out by the lake for a bit. Who knew I'd find more shells down by the lake than I ever do when I go to Florida. I also found a bone. It's probably from a dinosaur. I should be a paleontologist.

We also saw pelicans. They're very interesting and scary looking birds with their pterodactyl-like appearance.

It was just a teensy bit windy today.

I really look like I'm pondering life, don't I? This picture is so deep. It also looks like I just have one leg.

Good day. Full belly. Perfect springy weather and it's the kickoff to my Spring Break and Birthday week. Yeah. I do the week long birthday celebration. I'm that girl, but you probably expected as much from me.

Feline Friend.

Mom and I took a trip to the Humane Society and adopted ourselves a cat today. Our family felines have been gone for over five years and a cat presence has been missed.

We found this cat on our Humane Society's website. Bailey, a one year old Maine Coon. 

Maine Coons are the best cats. They're such lovers. As soon as we walked into the room full of cats, she stuck her paw out of her cage at us and we knew it was her. She was saying, "Pick me! Pick me!" It took me 2.3 seconds for me to realize that we HAD to have her. This is dumb, but I seriously started crying a little bit when I picked her up because she looks SO much like my old cat Piper who was also a Maine Coon. I had Piper for 17 years and she was the best cat of all time.

Here's Bailey sticking her paw out at me. She was in love.

Showing her little teefers as she rubs on the cage.

Look how beautiful she is! What hairy ears she has. I love 'em.

Big bushy coon tail.

We're so in love.

Mom with the baby.

This cat is seriously so good and sweet. She is going to be spayed on Monday and we'll get to pick her up on Tuesday. She'll be living out at my parents house. Mom is hoping this cat will be a lizard hunter for her this summer. Mom hates lizards and they like to frequent their backyard around the pool. I love this cat baby so much that I want her to come live with me at my house instead. Who knows. Maybe my parents' dog won't like her and Daisy Mae will love her and then she'll get to come be part of my little family. That's what I hope.

Like I said, her name is currently Bailey. Not quite sure how I feel about that. I've been thinking of name ideas tonight. Any cute name suggestions? 

I told my parents if I got two cats at the same time I'd name them Bebop and Rocksteady. As in these guys from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

My parents just shook their heads. I think it would be the best cat duo name ever.