Oops. Here It Is.

Guys. What's my deal? I don't even know how to blog anymore. Two months goes by awfully fast...oops.

Today was the last official day of my spring break. That makes me sad all day long. I love time off from work. I love it a little bit too much. But you all know all about that because I mention it every time I have a break from school.
Do you want some good news? I only have 7 weeks (34 more school days to be exact) until I get a whole lotta days off. Summer break is quickly approaching and I am more than ready. I think I'm the most ready I've ever been in my whole life for this summer break. It's been a good school year, but just busy. I'm just ready to chill. While getting tan sitting by the pool.

So, what's new with Sarah? Um, not really a lot of fun and neat things. Just livin' life. You just gotta keep on livin' man, L-I-V-I-N. That's what I've been doing. And it's kinda routine and dull.
I'll give you some recent happenings from the past couple weeks.

Last weekend my parents adopted a couple of corgis. It has been a year since our family corgi Abby, that we had for 13 years, passed away. My parents were finally ready to add some new furry babies to their house.

Meet Max and Ruby! 

They are so fun. These little guys have had a hard little life. They came to KY through a local Corgi Rescue that bought them at an Amish dog auction. They had previously been at an Amish puppy mill in Missouri. The first part of their life is a sad story, but they're quickly becoming spoiled dogs and are enjoying their new digs.

We're having our own little edition of Breaking Amish: Corgi Style. At first I typed Doggie Style, but then felt really awkward about that...that's not what's going on, guys. Anyway. They're seeing everything in our "English world" for the first time. They freaked out the first time we ever turned the TV on. Little Ruby barked and growled at the TV screen for hours. And Max and Ruby want to go to bed as soon as the sun sets. Funny little things.

Hmm. What else can we talk about? The weather? It has been a bit bizarre lately. March was just way too stupid cold. And we had a freak hail storm a couple weeks ago.

This was my sidewalk:

What?

Today we finally had spring-appropriate weather. I was brave and wore short sleeves and sandals. It's time. Next week we have 70+ temps in the forecast all week. I think spring has finally arrived in the Bluegrass State. Finally.

A pedicure is on my agenda for tomorrow so that my feet are looking pretty for all the sandals I'm going to bust out to wear to work next week. That makes me SO excited. My sandals have been calling to me. Pleading for me to wear them and toss the boots and flats to the back of the closet. I've heard your call, dear sandals. I have answered.

Hmm. What else? I don't know if I've told you all (probably not since I haven't really been around on my blog much in the past year), but my two bestest friends are pregnant with their first babies. I have been so excited about it. I get to be "Aunt Sarah" twice this year! 2013 is a big year!

Below is a picture of Alison. We have been friends through the ages and will remain friends until the end of time. Her little girl will be arriving THIS MONTH! Just a few more weeks. April is the best month of all to be born, says the April birthday girl (me!). We have the best birthstone. Can't deny that.

I love touching bellies that have babies growing inside of them. I can't resist it. I don't go up to strangers and rub bellies. I only do it to people that I know are cool with it. 

And feeling a baby kick is one of the coolest things in this lifetime.

(Ashley, I don't think we have a picture like this yet. I looked through my phone and did not see one that exists. This makes me sad and we must fix it.)

Well, children, I just wanted to drop in and let you all know that I am still here and I'm still breathing. Sometimes it's heavy breathing when it involves having to walk a greater distance than from my couch to the kitchen.

Be back soon-ish. ;-) 

Bachelor Business.

I'm going to write this post real quick-like before I head to bed. I'm exhausted. This has been one rough week so far. And my nights! My nights have been so full. I've had not one, but TWO nights in a row of Bachelor watching/live tweeting. I'm not allowed to text or tweet the rest of the night. Not until I get the feeling back in the tip of my index finger. It's numb from overuse.

Let's see. Where do we even start? I guess we'll start with Monday night.

The relay race/goat milking challenge:
First of all, one of the girls saw the goats and asked if they were dogs. I almost turned the TV off right then because I couldn't believe someone would say something so idiotic.

Second, is there a man I would chug goats milk for? No one. I can think of no one. Is there a man I would chug cows milk for? Again, no one.

Bruno Mars would catch a grenade, throw his hand on a blade, jump in front of a train, take a bullet through his brain for you, but I won't even drink milk for you.

Tierra sneaking onto the Blue and Red Team date:
My main question: Why was Tierra wearing one of the blue teams plaid shirts? Answer: She either stole a shirt from one of the girls dirty clothes piles or she slept with someone that worked for wardrobe on the show. I wouldn't put either scenario past her.

Tierra's forehead dent:
It's getting bigger. And angrier. I think it's growing teeth. Does she have to feed it at night? Her forehead is still my biggest concern.

Monday nights show was boring in comparison to tonight. So, onto bigger and more dramatic things: Tuesday!

I'm just going to list some of my random thoughts from tonight. Here we go.

That snow bus? Do I have any Canadian readers? Educate me on this snow bus! That thing is a monster. And I want to drive one.

Catherine said she hasn't had hot chocolate since she was 4. Where do they find these girls?

And Catherine's story was sad about how she lost her friend when she was 12 (I'm not downplaying that at all. I'm not a monster), but the way she was setting it up, I really thought it was going to end with her being raped or assaulted. Did any of you feel that way? No?

All of the dates this season have been horrible. Rock climbing? No. Polar Bear Plunge? Absolutely not. I would have kicked myself off the show.

I'm like Selma. I'm also a "warm-weather people".

Tierra really has been down and out with injuries three times. And Sean has fallen for it each and every time. He's got good people perception. Really good perception.

Two new words have been added to the English language thanks to this season. Tierrable and Tierrorist. A big thanks to all of Sean's girlfriends!

Tierra always says she deserves a rose. She was that student in school that felt she should be rewarded for complying and following general expectations. We all know what kind of student she was. A teacher's worst nightmare, that's what.

And Sarah's breakup? I felt so bad for her. Sean made it worse by breaking up with her in private and then making her walk back into the room full of girls to break the news to them. That's just embarrassing. Just do it the old-fashioned, "tactful" way, Sean, by not giving her a rose during the rose ceremony.

And let's talk about Sarah for a minute. I'm intrigued by her. She needs her own show. Maybe on TLC. I have so many questions for her. Like, how do you put on your ring? Does she use her teeth to do it? How does your hair and makeup look SO much better than mine ever will? And I am not making fun of her at all. I seriously want to know. I'm impressed with all that she can do. I have a very curious mind and have a collection of 574 questions ready to unload on her about living life with one arm.

Sean obviously likes a sad back story and an insecure and needy girl. But if you have one arm, that's not sad enough. He will dump you.

Sean took Desiree on a date in a tent. He finds out she used to live in a tent. That date just got a little awkward.

The most romantic words a woman could ever hope for a man to say: "I knew you six were the six for me." Oh, Sean. Swoon. I'm so glad you love me and your five other girlfriends.

I could go on and on and on and on. I'll stop. I hit some of the high points.

I will close with this. Like I said, Sean obviously loves a sad story. He'll give you a rose if you tell him one, or if you cry in front of him, or if you act unstable. The girls this season are pros. They all have a sob story this season. Growing up in a tent, a tree crushing your best friend, living with one arm, having a boyfriend that died, etc, etc, etc.
I've really been thinking of what my back story would be. Do I have one? Do I have a sob story? A moment in my life that defines why I am the way I am? I mean, there was one time I didn't get a My Little Pony I wanted...does that count?

#teamsnowday

You know how there are those little poems and things saying teachers aren't just teachers but they're also nurses, counselors, psychologists, detectives, party planners, comedians and whatever else. Well, I'm adding one to the list. We're also meteorologists. We keep our little eyes to the sky all winter long. We squeal over weather texts. Keep eyes glued to the TV for school closings. Watch radar during faculty meetings (yeah, I was totally doing that today). And then we speculate all night about if and when school will be closed.

All this weather talk is happening because we just had half an inch of snow dumped on our little city. Yes. Dumped. That is pure accumulation. We have green and white yards. Breathtaking.

I love how excited teachers get about snow days. We're big kids and we never outgrow the excitement of a snow day.

When we were dismissed from our faculty meeting at 5:00, my principal told us we better not go home and do any snow dances tonight. And then she looked right at me because everybody at school knows I'm the biggest snow lover in the land. I just gave her a smirk and she yelled, "Marcum!" and then I stood up and said, "Well, I'll see all of you on Monday!" And then anarchy followed with excited teacher chatter of snow day possibilities and a long weekend.

I've spent the evening group messaging with my teaching teammates and tweeting with my other teacher friends about the weather. We even had our own hashtags going: #teamsnowday and #supporttheteachers. They're probably trending on Twitter right now. Probably.

And even if the roads are fine in the morning, the wind chill will be around 0 in the morning. We should probably be on the safe side and stay home. For the sake of the kids that stand outside waiting on the bus. Let's do it for them. #teambusriders

Tonight on the local news, they shared that some of the county bus drivers are used as weather spotters to go out and drive some of the routes in the county to check road conditions and relay back to the superintendent and transportation director. I've got a lot of new BFFs to make. Gonna start buttering up to some bus drivers and giving them gifts. #teambusdrivers

Around these parts, a lot of people do some snow day rituals. Wearing your pajamas inside out, flushing ice cubs down the toilet, and sleeping with a spoon under your pillow are some of the things people do. I'm doing them all tonight. And I'm not taking my chances with just one spoon. That's just too risky. #teamspoonsundermypillow

I might need to go get a chiropractic adjustment afterwards, but, it might be well worth it if it gets me a snow day.

Jokes going to be on me when my butt has to get up and go to the school house tomorrow. Even so, it's so much fun to get excited over the thought of a surprise day off. #teamjokesonSarah

Do you have any snow day rituals? Share them so I can add some more to my collection.

Forgotten Leftovers, Snow Day, and The Bachelor Rehash.

You know what's really awful? Cleaning out the refrigerator. Especially when you come across a surprise. Something that was once delicious, but you forgot about it. It kept getting pushed to the back of the fridge. And it's no longer delicious. And it might smell really bad. You don't know because you're not going to open it up and smell it. Not on your life, buddy. And you'd rather throw away your tupperware or dish than to risk seeing it or smelling it for fear of barfing all over your kitchen.

It's also awful when you come across that surprise-something and you're too afraid to take care of it. So you go find your brother and tell him that it's time for him to "be a man" and go clean out the scary thing in the fridge. And if that doesn't work you resort to bribing. But you don't have to bribe because your brother loves you.

I just needed to get that off my mind.

So. What's new? Thanks for all the comments and suggestions about ways that I can fancy up my lunch routine. Lunch has gotten a little more exciting. I'm probably making all the other teachers so jealous in the lounge. I mean, nobody has come up and said anything about how delicious looking my new cuisines look. They're probably just embarrassed. I'm sure I'm causing a lot of jealous feelings, though.

I got my first snow day of the school year on Friday! Technically we didn't have snow. No snow at all. But we had ice. That'll work for me! I woke up at 4:30 Friday morning with as much excitement as a young child would have on Christmas morning. I assumed we'd be off school, but the official call hadn't been made yet. I turned on the local news station to watch our "Polar Report". I watched intently for my three favorite little words. My three favorite words are not "I love you" or "Sonic Happy Hour". No, no. My favorite three words are "Warren County Closed". That is the signal that I get a free ticket to stay home all day. My day off was a great day. It was a jam-packed day. I only got three naps in. I decided to shower for the day around 4:30 p.m. and then went to dinner. Taxing day. Just grueling.

I haven't blogged about our new season of The Bachelor yet. I need to talk about it with you guys. If you follow my Twitter feed, you've heard me talk about Sean and his Bad Girls Club. You've heard me talk about it too much. My favorite Monday activity is to watch The Bachelor and live tweet it. So fun.

Here are some of the high points:

Let's start with Selma's rock climbing adventure date.

The camera loves Selma, but not just the camera--the camera men also love Selma. That camera went down Selma's tank top, zoomed in on her yoga pants butt, and shot up her nostrils. I feel like we all know Selma. Really well. I was just relieved she didn't have any hanging boogers.
I feel like Sean's focus throughout the whole show was of Selma. In her yoga pants. Climbing that rock. That's where his mind was.

Her yoga pants and cleavage and clean nostrils won her that rose.

Next. Amanda.

Was she an injury faker like Tierra's falling down the stairs incident? Do you think she really busted her jaw as bad as she claimed? I've seen one too many chin-fall accidents. If you bust your chin that hard on the ground, it's going to split. As in blood everywhere. There was no blood. Not even a scratch. Or a bruise. Did she really get hurt? Oh, I'm sure she did. I'm sure it was painful to fall and she probably knocked her jaw out of whack a little bit. Was she overly dramatic about it? Yes. She's on The Bachelor.

Next. Tierra.

And I could write a book just about this one.

First off, and I mention this in a tweet every week, we've got to talk about her forehead dent. I need the back story on that.

And she looks so familiar. I think she resembles a Spears. She could be the sister of Britney and Jamie Lynn.

Tierra

Long lost sister Britney Spears.

Little sis Jamie Lynn.

Do you see it? I sure as heck do. Triplets.

Anyway. Back to that forehead dent. I really want to know how she got a dent in the middle of her forehead. And why does it seem to become more prominent with each passing show? The angrier and more dramatic she gets, the deeper the dent becomes. It's making me nervous. Maybe that's why she fell down the stairs. It threw her balance off.

And when she made the comment about how she didn't want to be bashed over the head with a hammer. (Which screams psychotic and unstable to talk about bashing people over heads with hammers) But, sorry, Tierra. Too late. Someone already did. You have a dented forehead. Probably from a hammer.

You know, when you look at a hammer claw, there are two points. Strangely Tierra's dent has two indentions...OMG. Was she bashed over the head with a hammer? Was she trying to tell us something tonight? A cry for help? I'm really getting scared now, guys.

{Disclaimer: And if there is anyone reading this that doesn't know me or 

my humor by now, please know I'm being totally stupid.}

And the fact that Tierra said being on The Bachelor was "torture" during her whole crying "I wanna go home" bit. Please. If being on The Bachelor is torture, I want to sign up. Spending six weeks without working while living in a mansion while lounging by the pool, wearing fancy dresses, getting roses, going on dates with one guy and 15 girls that you hate...sounds like an absolute dream to me. 

Next. Leslie.

The fact that she said "holy moly" not once but TWICE during the first minute of her date segment sealed her fate. She isn't getting a rose. And she had the worst date: the date where the guy dresses the girl up. Makes her feel like a million bucks--only because he knows he's going to dump her later. "Can I have my necklace back?"

And one lesson you always learn from The Bachelor: when a girl says they're "drama free" or they aren't interested in "drama" or they're not "one of those girls"...they are liars. Liars. They love drama. They're going to name their first born child Drama. 

I'll leave you with a few questions to answer for me:

1. Are you watching this season?

2. Give me your best story on how Tierra got her forehead dent. I'm serious. We need to figure this out.

3. Speaking of seasons, do you hate winter as much as I do?

Think hard. Answer well.

Lunch.

I have a quick poll of the audience. A poll about food. So of course this is serious. Food is always a serious matter.

What do you kids eat for lunch? I'm bored with lunch.

I'm a teacher. I have 20 minutes. It has to be quick, yet delicious.

My go-to items are typically a sandwich (usually PBJ or ham), cheese stick, apple slices, sometimes yogurt, maybe chips of some kind (if I didn't eat them all the night before while watching TV). This year I've been kind of scared to eat much peanut butter. I have some students with severe allergies.

I feel like lately I've had a lot of salad and frozen-somethings. They're full of sodium though and those get tired and played out super quick. Plus there aren't very many frozen entrees that I really like. I refuse to buy any with meat of any kind. I'm not a vegetarian, heck no. I eat myself some meat. I just eat REAL meat. Not that chewy, funk, frozen for 527 years meat. Barf all over the place. I'm not eating that mess.

So. I need some help. Give me some ideas. What do you eat for lunch?

Go out to eat? Please. Not an option. Refer back to sentence #3.

Eat in the cafeteria? Not on your life. Plus I found out this year that the average school cafeteria meal is roughly 1300 calories. Use up my whole day's caloric intake on more fake meat? No. I'd rather go outside and eat playground mulch. Or drive to McDonald's and eat 1300 calories the right way.

Eat leftovers? To that I say, what leftovers? This girl doesn't cook herself dinner.

My tired taste buds thank you in advance for any new and delicious lunch ideas.

First Post of the Year and It's Not Even a Cool One.

Well dang. It's taken me another whole month to write a post. I'm full of good intentions. I'm also full of excuses. Sorry guys. I've spent the past month doing what all of you have been doing, just enjoying some holiday cheer. I had such a great Christmas. I want to actually write a post on some Christmas happenings because I have a good Granny story to share. We'll have to see how the story goes when I type it out. It's one of those things that the humor may not transfer through writing. I'll try my best.

And as far as New Year's...it's my least favorite of holidays. Too much hype. It's dumb. I don't usually do resolutions, but I made some personal goals for myself this year. Maybe if I share some, it will help to keep me a little more accountable. These are a few I am willing to share:

Blog more often. I know, I know. I say this every month when I do my one post. We'll see how it goes.  I might actually do a better job of blogging this semester because I've decided to not take a class this spring semester. Fall semester wore me out and work has been super busy and stressful this year, so I need a little break from something. Plus I'm getting my first ever student teacher in March. I want to do a good job for her and be a good model. I feel like if I'm stretched too thin, that won't happen.

Socially, I want to "put myself out there" more. Whatever the heck that means. But everybody tells me this is what I need to do. So...I'm going to try hard this year to find out what that means and do it. I'm going to try to break out of my comfort zone a little bit. Stop being such a hermit crab (which is hard because I love just being at home by myself). Get to know some new people. Build relationships with new co-workers. Try new things. Go on a stinkin' date! Work harder at maintaining relationships and friendships that I already have. This next month I'm participating in a new book club and I've been invited to join a Bunco group. This makes me sound like I'm 63, but I'm trying to branch out a little bit. Basically, I need to find a balance. I need to make more time for others, even during my busiest weeks.

It's so cliche, which is why I hate this one, but I'm making myself do the healthy thing. I'm not hardcore working out. I will never be all about that. But I do want my flat stomach back. I miss it. I'd also like to get rid of a couple of my chins and just get back to having one. That would be cool.
I suggested to a few teachers that we start a little walking club after school. Calling it a club just makes it sound more legit. Maybe I'll look into getting t-shirts made for us. We're starting this week and will be taking advantage of our humongous school and the many stairways it has to offer. I see it as more time to talk and gossip, so I'm good with it. Walking after school will be a more realistic way to "work out" because it doesn't involve driving anywhere. I lose all kinds of motivation if I have to physically go somewhere to do exercise.
I'm also going to try to eat better. I eat crap. Just crap. And drink too much Coke. I'm going to try to cut back. I'm not happy about it because I love my junky food and Cokes, but I can feel myself getting bigger and nastier and I don't like it anymore, so I need to straighten up.

Professionally, well, I always want to be a better teacher for my students. The demands are never-ending. I also really do hope to find some time this semester to create more items for my own classroom and to post on Teachers Pay Teachers. I have several items that are in-the-works. I just need to wrap them up. I also really feel like I need a separate teacher blog. This blog originally started as a personal blog. It has evolved during the past couple years to include more stories about school and my life as a teacher because I feel like a huge part of my reading audience are teachers, (which I love, so I'm not saying to go away!) but I would also like to have a separate blog to only post about things I've made for TPT and ideas from my classroom, so I don't wear my non-teacher readers out. That sentence was way too long and not structured well. Don't judge me. It's 1 in the a.m. and I'm not about the mechanics right now.

And mainly, I just want 2013 to be a year that the excuses stop. More action. Less talk. That's going to be my new focus.

No Words.