Dear Mother Nature,
I like you. A lot. I have grown to like you more and more as I've aged. I like your landscapes, skies, colors, feelings, smells. I like being outside in you. I have rested and exercised in all your splendor: rain, sleet, freezing, sweltering, and GORGEOUSNESS. The gorgeousness is my favorite of all that you do.
What I do not like is indecision.
PLEASE pick a season and stick with it! Please. Yesterday was 55 and winds-a-blowin' and mist. Today was 81 and balmy, sticky, overcast. Make it stop. My summer wardrobe has already been put away, seeing as how it's Dec. 11.
I'm not saying I want butt cold every day. But I would like a proper fall and/or winter without random days of summer thrown in there.
Thanks...see you in a bit for a walk!
Warmly,
Miss Rose
PS. My definition of gorgeousness is 72 and a slight breeze, sparse clouds, sun out but not blinding. If you could do that all day, every day...I wouldn't mind.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Whatever tickles your fancy...
The other day I Googled myself. No! Gross...not that kind of google. I don't do that.
I looked up my name on Google. To the people that know my first and last name, please do the following: In the address bar, type in www. and then my first name andthen my last name and then dot and then 'blogspot' and then dot com. I know you know what I mean. I don't mean to make it difficult but every time I tried to type it on here, it kept giving me a link and I don't want a link. You know how this is welldeep? Replace 'welldeep' with myfirstnamemylastname. Make sense?
Go do it and then come back to read the rest of this blog.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG THAT IS AWESOME. I want to meet her.
And I hope she wears her viking helmet.
I looked up my name on Google. To the people that know my first and last name, please do the following: In the address bar, type in www. and then my first name andthen my last name and then dot and then 'blogspot' and then dot com. I know you know what I mean. I don't mean to make it difficult but every time I tried to type it on here, it kept giving me a link and I don't want a link. You know how this is welldeep? Replace 'welldeep' with myfirstnamemylastname. Make sense?
Go do it and then come back to read the rest of this blog.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG THAT IS AWESOME. I want to meet her.
And I hope she wears her viking helmet.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Social Injustices
A long time ago Alanis Morrisette had a song called "Ironic" but it was blasted for not telling of things that were 'ironic.' Rather, they were just really big bummers.
I know this because I'm have excess knowledge of music.
If I were a singer, and I wish I were, I would have a song called "Social Injustices" and I'd like to share some topics with you:
1. For the first Saturday in A LONG TIME, I don't have anywhere to go, anything to do, nothing to study, no pressing matters. Tomorrow is also the first Saturday that there is no College Gameday and no college football on TV. Social injustice.
2. I have watched only two TV shows this semester and they are weekly: The Bachelor and The Office. I have had no time for others. Now that grad school is over for the semester, The Bachelor has ended and The Office is all reruns. I have no choice but to watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Social injustice.
3. I saw this cute boy in a big diesel truck ahead of me on my drive home today. He had an A&M sticker on the back and he looked good through the rear-view mirror. As I passed, he was clearly 35+. Social injustice. (Really, I blame this lack of judgement on my irritation from the traffic and on my dizziness from lack of sustinence at 6:30pm -mind you, lunch at 10:30- and I considered eating my Pei Wei with my fingers because like an IDIOT I told the cashier "no" when he offered "plastic utensils or chopsticks." At that point in the car, I wanted a chopstick to stab at my chicken terryaki rice bowl...or just to impale through my temple.)
4. We are going to see a play at the high school tomorrow - Sleeping Beauty. Today, we watched the 1959 movie version. (Don't worry...we made it educational and we will make a Venn diagram of the similarities and differences after we see the play tomorrow. But PRAISE PRAISE for quietness while the little children were enthralled in the outdated cinemetography of a Disney movie.) Let me just say that when I was young, I watched Cinderella, Mary Poppins, and Snow White countless times. For the life of me, I don't remember Sleeping Beauty and I, too, was riveted! Let me recap it for you: Sleeping Beauty has a spell cast on her by the evil witch that she'll prick her finger on a spindle on her 16th bday and fall asleep for 100 years and can only be awoken by a kiss from her love. (I remember this part, and while watching, I realized that it is SO TRUE that fairy tales engrain into little girls to have unrealistic expectations for the knight on a white horse to prove his love - which all happens in this fairy tale, aka FANTASYLAND. I caught myself saying out loud to the kids, "Oh he's going to rescue her and tell her he loves her! Watch girls!" What was I thinking?) Anyway, Sleeping Beauty, aka Princess Aurora, goes to live in the forest with the three fairies and they rename her Rose. Aka Miss Rose. The Prince comes to find her, they meet in the forest and dance and sing. At this point, a little girl in my class said, "Miss Rose, you look just like the Princess!" I thought that was sweet, because she couldn't differentiate between the lovely Princess and me, their terror of a teacher. Then, all of a sudden, "Rose" asks the Prince what his name was. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS? DO YOU? I'll give you two guesses. No, it wasn't Enrique. Phillip. Prince Phillip.
I hear that and OUT LOUD say, "Well this is going to end poorly." That was my last SOCIAL INJUSTICE.
Perhaps these items are just really big bummers. Regardless, I would like to blame someone or something and I choose to blame the social situations that we call life. Injustice!!
I know this because I'm have excess knowledge of music.
If I were a singer, and I wish I were, I would have a song called "Social Injustices" and I'd like to share some topics with you:
1. For the first Saturday in A LONG TIME, I don't have anywhere to go, anything to do, nothing to study, no pressing matters. Tomorrow is also the first Saturday that there is no College Gameday and no college football on TV. Social injustice.
2. I have watched only two TV shows this semester and they are weekly: The Bachelor and The Office. I have had no time for others. Now that grad school is over for the semester, The Bachelor has ended and The Office is all reruns. I have no choice but to watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Social injustice.
3. I saw this cute boy in a big diesel truck ahead of me on my drive home today. He had an A&M sticker on the back and he looked good through the rear-view mirror. As I passed, he was clearly 35+. Social injustice. (Really, I blame this lack of judgement on my irritation from the traffic and on my dizziness from lack of sustinence at 6:30pm -mind you, lunch at 10:30- and I considered eating my Pei Wei with my fingers because like an IDIOT I told the cashier "no" when he offered "plastic utensils or chopsticks." At that point in the car, I wanted a chopstick to stab at my chicken terryaki rice bowl...or just to impale through my temple.)
4. We are going to see a play at the high school tomorrow - Sleeping Beauty. Today, we watched the 1959 movie version. (Don't worry...we made it educational and we will make a Venn diagram of the similarities and differences after we see the play tomorrow. But PRAISE PRAISE for quietness while the little children were enthralled in the outdated cinemetography of a Disney movie.) Let me just say that when I was young, I watched Cinderella, Mary Poppins, and Snow White countless times. For the life of me, I don't remember Sleeping Beauty and I, too, was riveted! Let me recap it for you: Sleeping Beauty has a spell cast on her by the evil witch that she'll prick her finger on a spindle on her 16th bday and fall asleep for 100 years and can only be awoken by a kiss from her love. (I remember this part, and while watching, I realized that it is SO TRUE that fairy tales engrain into little girls to have unrealistic expectations for the knight on a white horse to prove his love - which all happens in this fairy tale, aka FANTASYLAND. I caught myself saying out loud to the kids, "Oh he's going to rescue her and tell her he loves her! Watch girls!" What was I thinking?) Anyway, Sleeping Beauty, aka Princess Aurora, goes to live in the forest with the three fairies and they rename her Rose. Aka Miss Rose. The Prince comes to find her, they meet in the forest and dance and sing. At this point, a little girl in my class said, "Miss Rose, you look just like the Princess!" I thought that was sweet, because she couldn't differentiate between the lovely Princess and me, their terror of a teacher. Then, all of a sudden, "Rose" asks the Prince what his name was. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS? DO YOU? I'll give you two guesses. No, it wasn't Enrique. Phillip. Prince Phillip.
I hear that and OUT LOUD say, "Well this is going to end poorly." That was my last SOCIAL INJUSTICE.
Perhaps these items are just really big bummers. Regardless, I would like to blame someone or something and I choose to blame the social situations that we call life. Injustice!!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
All I want for Christmas is...no coal.
A little boy interrupted me no less than 10 times this morning. I tried ignoring it, redirecting the behavior, correcting him, praising others, and allowing him to speak. I was using my good teacher strategies.
But he just wouldn't shut up. You know you've been pushed over the edge when you want to use the worstest words Kindergarteners have ever heard...aka "the bad words": SHUT UP! I strongly considered it and I was ready to argue my case to the parent and administration, and the superindent if need be, to justify using such horrific a term.
Instead, I abandoned all good teacher strategies and even the sh- word and resorted to the extremely-long-run-on-sentence-and-clenched-teeth-and-stern-voice-to-petrify-anyone-younger-than-10-voice and said:
"If you don't stop complaining and interrupting me and crying and whining RIGHT NOW I'm going to personally call Santa himself and tell him that you should be on the naughty list because you are being SO NAUGHTY RIGHT NOW and he'll bring you coal in your shoes like when I was in first grade and we took a nap and took off our shoes and I woke up and Santa gave me coal in my shoes and all the other boys and girls got presents and DO YOU WANT COAL OR DO YOU WANT TO SHAPE UP AND BE A BIG BOY?"
You are invited to my Teacher of the Year reception. The date is to be determined.
True story about how I got coal in my shoes. Do you think I'm over it yet? I cried a little to myself after I told the kid about the coal because I think it was a repressed memory.
But he just wouldn't shut up. You know you've been pushed over the edge when you want to use the worstest words Kindergarteners have ever heard...aka "the bad words": SHUT UP! I strongly considered it and I was ready to argue my case to the parent and administration, and the superindent if need be, to justify using such horrific a term.
Instead, I abandoned all good teacher strategies and even the sh- word and resorted to the extremely-long-run-on-sentence-and-clenched-teeth-and-stern-voice-to-petrify-anyone-younger-than-10-voice and said:
"If you don't stop complaining and interrupting me and crying and whining RIGHT NOW I'm going to personally call Santa himself and tell him that you should be on the naughty list because you are being SO NAUGHTY RIGHT NOW and he'll bring you coal in your shoes like when I was in first grade and we took a nap and took off our shoes and I woke up and Santa gave me coal in my shoes and all the other boys and girls got presents and DO YOU WANT COAL OR DO YOU WANT TO SHAPE UP AND BE A BIG BOY?"
You are invited to my Teacher of the Year reception. The date is to be determined.
True story about how I got coal in my shoes. Do you think I'm over it yet? I cried a little to myself after I told the kid about the coal because I think it was a repressed memory.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Never too old...
Remember back in the day when you'd calculate the lowest possible grade you could make on the final to solidify a C or a D in Econ202 or Biol113 or Pols207 (may Dr. Tucker {rhymes with...} rot in you-know-where for making me retake that class!)? I may have done that. That was in undergrad.
Well, I am here to tell you that you are NEVER TOO OLD for this line of logic. Here I am, in graduate school, the night before my final paper is due, and I have just done the math.
I am happy to report that I don't have to even turn in the paper to technically get an A.
Whoop.
I need 1755 points in the class for an A, and I currently have 1783. The final paper is worth 150. So, let's just say...HYPOTHETICALLY...that I start the paper tonight, edit and revise tomorrow, submit it tomorrow evening. The lowest grade I've recieved in this class is the equivalent of a 95 (through 9 other assignments, mind you!). Do you think I'm worried?
I just finished a glass of wine and put my heading on my paper. I guess I should get started!
Well, I am here to tell you that you are NEVER TOO OLD for this line of logic. Here I am, in graduate school, the night before my final paper is due, and I have just done the math.
I am happy to report that I don't have to even turn in the paper to technically get an A.
Whoop.
I need 1755 points in the class for an A, and I currently have 1783. The final paper is worth 150. So, let's just say...HYPOTHETICALLY...that I start the paper tonight, edit and revise tomorrow, submit it tomorrow evening. The lowest grade I've recieved in this class is the equivalent of a 95 (through 9 other assignments, mind you!). Do you think I'm worried?
I just finished a glass of wine and put my heading on my paper. I guess I should get started!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Christmas with a capital K!
We have three weeks left in school before the "Winter Break." That is precisely enough time to start talking about all things "Winter" even though it was 76 degrees outside and the high for Friday is in the 80s. Winter indeed.
Today was the first day the kids saw the December calendar and the pictures are of an "evergreen tree" and a "holiday gift," yet they clearly look like a Christmas tree and a present. Everything must be very PC.
We are learning about customs and traditions in families, so I even asked the kids to raise their hands so I knew what they celebrate at home. No takers on Hanukkah, one little white girl (bless her heart) raised her hand for Kwanzaa, and then everyone raised their hand for Christmas and Santa.
The room mom and I were planning the "Winter Party" and she was like, "What? We can't decorate a Christmas tree?" Uh, no. By the end of the day, I want you to know that I have already given up on PC this year. It just confuses the kids when you use words like "holidays" and "winter party." Let's just call it what it is...the "I love Jesus and it's the last day before the CHRISTMAS break party!"
14 days and counting!
Today was the first day the kids saw the December calendar and the pictures are of an "evergreen tree" and a "holiday gift," yet they clearly look like a Christmas tree and a present. Everything must be very PC.
We are learning about customs and traditions in families, so I even asked the kids to raise their hands so I knew what they celebrate at home. No takers on Hanukkah, one little white girl (bless her heart) raised her hand for Kwanzaa, and then everyone raised their hand for Christmas and Santa.
The room mom and I were planning the "Winter Party" and she was like, "What? We can't decorate a Christmas tree?" Uh, no. By the end of the day, I want you to know that I have already given up on PC this year. It just confuses the kids when you use words like "holidays" and "winter party." Let's just call it what it is...the "I love Jesus and it's the last day before the CHRISTMAS break party!"
14 days and counting!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Big Bag of Crazy
I gave myself a birthday present yesterday that costs $70.23. It will also cause me pain and chafing; it will monopolize my time; it sends me into the league of "she just might be crazy."
What is it you ask?
http://www.attaustinmarathon.com/cms/
I'm doing the half on February 17, 2008 and you're invited to join. Or just watch me pay money to run 13.1 miles, sweat, bleed, and get a stinkin' t-shirt...oh and a medal at the end...and a "free" banana.
It's the gift that keeps on giving.
What is it you ask?
http://www.attaustinmarathon.com/cms/
I'm doing the half on February 17, 2008 and you're invited to join. Or just watch me pay money to run 13.1 miles, sweat, bleed, and get a stinkin' t-shirt...oh and a medal at the end...and a "free" banana.
It's the gift that keeps on giving.
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