Let them eat cake

If you know me at all, you know I'm very Type A. I'm organized, I make a plan, I follow set plan until it falls apart, and then I usually have a Plan B for back-up. I like to do things MY WAY, although I'm not too pushy about it. I usually have a way of making my way sound awesome. This works great as a teacher, because a classroom functions pretty well when you're detailed and organized. However, real life isn't always so perfect. No matter how organized, or detailed, or planned out I try to be, sometimes I admit I just need a little help.



Wedding planning has really showed me that. Not being from this area, I've had a tough time finding vendors within my price range (or within driving distance for that matter) and I've had to deal with people not returning phone calls or e-mails. For the most part though, it's really fallen into place, and I owe a lot of that to my fabulous Matron of Honor. I picked her for a reason because:



A. She's my "person". (If you watch Grey's Anatomy, you get the reference.)

B. She's an organized, amazing, planning person like myself.

C. She knows this area like the back of her hand.

D. She seems to always be able to point me in the right direction for everything I need.



She went with me to pick out my steal of deal wedding dress, she hooked me up with my fabulous photographer, she's planning a bridal shower that I know will be super cute, and today she led me to a possible cake baker that I'm so excited about! This lady is truly talented and she's so affordable compared to every other vendor I looked into. Steve and I looked through her portfolio on Facebook, and we found a cake we really liked. We'll make a few changes to fit our taste (and ditch that stupid topper) and I think in the end it will be absolutely perfect.





My mom always tells me that "things fall into place when it's truly meant to be". I hate to admit this when it happens, but darn it, my mother was right.

Caught "the bug"

I can not even remember the last time I felt this sick. Everything is coming out of me (at both ends, sorry to say) and I'm weak, feverish, and miserable. I stayed home from school yesterday and called off from BBW. They were pretty rude on the phone, which I expected, but who cares. They DO NOT want me dealing with customers in the state I'm in. I did go back to school today, mainly because it's Friday and all I do is give quizzes. My students were very sweet to me, mostly because I heard they had the most awful and ridiculous substitute ever. She apparently spent most of the day on the computer or texting on her phone, and she cut apart the work that my students were supposed to do. They are 9 & 10 years old! You can't just leave them to their own devices. My one little boy came up to me scared to death today and said, "I'm really sorry, but I didn't get to finish my timeline activity. The substitute cut off the part I was supposed to cut and paste, and I didn't know what else to do. I'm so sorry." I felt so bad I just wanted to hug him, but I didn't because I was afraid I might puke on him. This is the main reason why I hate getting sick. It sucks to feel crappy, but I also hate missing school because when I return to my classroom it's like all hell broke loose. There were papers everywhere, she assigned the wrong homework, and the other teachers kept coming in to tell me horror stories. Thank goodness I'm back at home where I can relax for the night and get some rest.

Steve is out of town for the weekend for his big fantasy baseball draft (which still makes me think of that scene in Knocked Up...lol) so I plan to do what I usually do when he's gone. I rent the movies he doesn't want to see, and I usually get some sushi. I'm passing on the sushi for now, but hopefully by tomorrow or Sunday I'll feel up to it. I rented "Precious", which I heard is amazing...and "500 Days of Summer" which just intrigues me. Here's to a night all to myself... :)

Sweet Summer

The weather today is making me seriously itch for summer.  I can't wait until it's 85 degrees and I'm sweating next to the ocean, a pool, or even a cold glass of iced tea in my backyard.  I took my students out for recess today and I just wanted to lay down in the grass.  I refrained because I have new dress pants and shoes on today, but I miss being a kid in moments like that.  I'm contemplating running outside today, although I planned to go to the gym.  I haven't been in FOREVER because my second job at Bath & Body Works took over my life.  Luckily I only work two nights this week though.  I'm going to quickly make some copies, and then get my behind out of here.  Having grilled salmon and couscous for dinner.....yummy!! 

Side note:  The Daily Press featured a front page article about sagging pants at Kecoughtan High School.  I agree that needs to stop, but is that really the most important news to report in Hampton Roads today?  Apparently. 

The Bashing Continues

So I spent some time yesterday and today reading over the new healthcare bill and some blogs about it.  It disgusts me how people respond to each other online.  You can tell that mostly ignorant and uneducated (and probably unemployed) people spend their day commenting on these articles, but their use of profanity and name-calling instead of actual facts or viewpoints is astounding.  I seriously think that some of my students could make a more mature and convincing argument.

Here's a tip America:

Before you start bashing Obama, Congress, the United States, or your fellow Americans, why not learn to put together a complete sentence that does not include slang, racial slurs, or "f*@k you" repeatedly.  Then maybe I will listen to a word you have to say.

Then again, no, I will still think you are an idiot.

Morning cup of coffee

I would love to say that I started this blog because I have an unbelievable amount of creative thoughts that I want to share with the world.  Truth is, my life is mundane and I'm really just looking to escape for a few minutes into a dream where I feel or seem important.  I always watch those movies like "The Devil Wears Prada" and I want to be one of those high powered women who effortlessly walks in designer heels carrying a cup of coffee and a Louis Vitton, looking all-knowing as she smirks behind her oversized sunglasses.  Instead, I sit at my desk in my fourth grade classroom where I'm just a simple teacher.  I sip my iced coffee, stare out the window, and cringe at the number of papers I should be grading.  I put the emphasis on "should".  Instead, I will savor this moment of peace while my students are out of the room, and I will close my eyes and pretend that I am sitting in a corner office as a book editor, perusing through manuscripts and having someone bring me my lunch.  

Aw, to dream...