No, not me. A very close friend of mine. "Hey guess what? I got laid". That was the text he sent me late last night. I have known him for eight years and he was my only virgin friend left on this planet. He was always picked on for his choices to wait for someone he loved. Not by me. I loved that about him. He is a goofy, witty and super good looking. If you google Stefano from this seasons American Idol, you will know what I'm talking about. They are identical.
Okay so I'm just gonna say it. I made the decision when I was younger to wait on doing the " great bambino" with someone until I was married. I am 28 and I'm still holding strong. There, now all of OS knows. It's cool. I think? It's really not that bad since I don't "crave" it like some people do after they do it a couple times. Well, so I've been told. I have been asked all kinds of questions and I have collected many pennies for when people tell me " yeah right, noone is a virgin anymore". So, I'm rich by the way. haha.
My friend and I would always talk about it and kind of make fun of ourselves.. with all respect of course. We wondered how old we would both be when we "hit the jackpot" and.. I'm not talkin about money. I JUST talked to him last week- then a virgin.. then BAM now he's been ... um... laid?? Do we still refer to sex as getting "laid" Why? Does anyone take it serious anymore? Or is it just me and all the other 20 something year old virgins sneaking up on 30? Goodness.
I spoke with him this morning and I totally expressed my feelings about him just going and doing whomever. Yeah, to each their own. Some people wait and others don't and that's okay. Really. However, he had such great intentions on waiting for the woman he truely loved. I knew him better than that. I asked him why he took the plunge and he replied " well, I really wanted to wait for someone I loved, but it never happened so I said screw it and just went out and did it".
WHAT??? Just like that?
Sigh. Crazy guy.
I don't know if I'm more disappointed in the fact that he was so whateve about it or that he totally, sneakly beat me to the punch. Haha.
Now what will we talk about?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Casey Grunts
This will be short and sweet. I am totally loving Casey on American Idol. His voice is so brash and sexy. He grunts and skats and kisses the judges. He is a Seth Rogen, Lance Hartley piece of goodness on rock and roll crack. He kills it. Kills... it.
Cupcakes with Casey tonight.
Cupcakes with Casey tonight.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Skippy Jane Jones
I finally broke down and adopted a gerbil for my well deserving students. They begged and pleaded for a class pet. As much as I love animals, I wasn't sure how I was going to take on the responsibility of my seventeen tots and a class pet that poops and flings bedding all over our mixed matched carpet. We took a class vote and chose the name Skippy Jane Jones- after the notorious Skippy Jon Jones who takes my students imagination to a different level.
Our gerbil is white with red eyes. She has been mistaken for a rat, a hamster , a mouse and a chinchilla. Wait.. a chinchilla? Seriously? I finally had to create a sign that says " Our new GERBIL Skippy Jane Jones". I adopted her from a colleauge who mistakened her two gerbils as males. When we returned from spring break, she realized one was a boy and one was a girl who got funky fresh gerbil style while everyone was on vacation. My students were so excited to hear the news as I was announcing it in circle time.
Explaining the roles of animal responsibility to a bunch of five and six year olds was interesting. They had so many questions and so many different ideas on how to take care of a classroom pet.
" We can train it to sit and roll over"
" We can buy a leash and walk it every day"
" We can teach it letters and numbers and how to write"
Then of course I have that one student who asks " do we have to wipe her butt?"
I loved hearing all of their creative ideas for taking care of Skippy Jane Jones. I have never seen anyone so excited to have the responsibility to change her dirty cage. If we were going to have a class pet, changing her cage was NOT going to be my responsibility.
Later that evening I found myself in the small pets section at Petsmart. I stared at five different cages all of which were super cool. Glow and the dark spinning wheels and different colored tubes sat boxed up on shelves awaiting my weakness to buythe " complete set". I already spoil a dog, don't tell me I'm about to go all out on .... a gerbil. I filled my cart with a state of the art cage for this little creature we were about to bring in to our beautifully chaotic classroom. Skippy Jane Jones has no idea what she is getting herself in to. It's one thing to be born in a third grade classroom where students aren't as hyper and hands on.
Poor Skippy Jane.
One hundred and fifty dollars later, I arrived at home to assemble this quite expensive, glow in the dark, two leveled, spinning wheel frenzied gerbil cage. I made sure to get the softest bedding so that our new friend would be comfortable. My dog anxiously paced back in forth fearing that I would have the nerve to bring another animal in her royal castle. Loela sniffed the bag aggressivly in hopes to find a little surprise for herself.
....Sorry Loela, I didn't bring a bone home this time.
I arrived at school the next morning with my cage and non healthy gerbil food in tote. I can hear my students voices on the playground as they hang upside down on the monkey bars screaming " is that for OUR gerbil?" I keep walking because if I turned around to answer, gerbil food , bedding and a three hour assembled cage would go crashing down. They tried to beat me to the door but thank goodness for my assistant who stopped them in their hippity hoppity tracks. I managed to get the cage placed on a sturdy surface next to my desk. I put her bedding down and filled her tiny bowl with fresh food. I snuck in a corn husk and some a granola bar thingy that is supposed to be good for their teeth. It looked good. I was tempted to take a bite.
I was really nervous about having this red-eyed long tail creature in my classroom, in close proximity to me. I placed her in her cage and I watched her make herself at home. She went right for her snack. I giggled and said "going for the snack first huh? Looks like we have alot in common" Haha. I studied her for a moment and wondered what her life will be like now that she is away from her mother and siblings. It took me back to when my mom and dad left for Alabama. I know what your thinking, how can a tiny gerbil pull a few heart strings? I don't know. I guess life without your parents whether they are hundres miles away or deceased, it could be scary.. even for a gerbil. Right?
My plans were to only let my students hold her. I had no intensions of holding her, petting her or even sticking my fingers in her cage. My assistant instantly became the " gerbil whisperer" as she spent most of her time holding and playing with Skippy Jane. She continues to put the stapler down everytime she passes her cage to take a moment and talk to Skippy. I would watch with pure amazement of how much this gerbil loves attention. Usually, they will mind their own business or hide. Skippy Jane, however, loves people. Her personality is like a humans. She knows how to get our attention and she even does little tricks like flips and stuff.
I'm finding myself becoming more in love with this gerbil haha. When I come in my classroom in the mornings, she will greet me by climbing her cage to the very top and sticking her nose out. If I am sitting at my desk, she will turn around and fall asleep, facing me in her little tube. If I move, she moves. If I go to the other side of the room, she will cling to her cage as if she is begging me to stay. Silly right? Way silly. I laugh as I catch myself asking how her night was and talking to her as if she will one day respond-kind of like I do with my dog Loela haha. When I hold Skippy Jane, she falls asleep in my hands. She likes to crawl up your arm and snuggle in the crevice between the shoulder and the neck. My assistant thinks she was a human once . Now thats silly!!!!
My kids love Skippy Jane Jones and have forgotten about center time. Instead they would rather get a book and sit quietly next to her cage and read to her. She'll listen. I swear it!!! Welcome to our class Skippy Jane Jones.
Our gerbil is white with red eyes. She has been mistaken for a rat, a hamster , a mouse and a chinchilla. Wait.. a chinchilla? Seriously? I finally had to create a sign that says " Our new GERBIL Skippy Jane Jones". I adopted her from a colleauge who mistakened her two gerbils as males. When we returned from spring break, she realized one was a boy and one was a girl who got funky fresh gerbil style while everyone was on vacation. My students were so excited to hear the news as I was announcing it in circle time.
Explaining the roles of animal responsibility to a bunch of five and six year olds was interesting. They had so many questions and so many different ideas on how to take care of a classroom pet.
" We can train it to sit and roll over"
" We can buy a leash and walk it every day"
" We can teach it letters and numbers and how to write"
Then of course I have that one student who asks " do we have to wipe her butt?"
I loved hearing all of their creative ideas for taking care of Skippy Jane Jones. I have never seen anyone so excited to have the responsibility to change her dirty cage. If we were going to have a class pet, changing her cage was NOT going to be my responsibility.
Later that evening I found myself in the small pets section at Petsmart. I stared at five different cages all of which were super cool. Glow and the dark spinning wheels and different colored tubes sat boxed up on shelves awaiting my weakness to buythe " complete set". I already spoil a dog, don't tell me I'm about to go all out on .... a gerbil. I filled my cart with a state of the art cage for this little creature we were about to bring in to our beautifully chaotic classroom. Skippy Jane Jones has no idea what she is getting herself in to. It's one thing to be born in a third grade classroom where students aren't as hyper and hands on.
Poor Skippy Jane.
One hundred and fifty dollars later, I arrived at home to assemble this quite expensive, glow in the dark, two leveled, spinning wheel frenzied gerbil cage. I made sure to get the softest bedding so that our new friend would be comfortable. My dog anxiously paced back in forth fearing that I would have the nerve to bring another animal in her royal castle. Loela sniffed the bag aggressivly in hopes to find a little surprise for herself.
....Sorry Loela, I didn't bring a bone home this time.
I arrived at school the next morning with my cage and non healthy gerbil food in tote. I can hear my students voices on the playground as they hang upside down on the monkey bars screaming " is that for OUR gerbil?" I keep walking because if I turned around to answer, gerbil food , bedding and a three hour assembled cage would go crashing down. They tried to beat me to the door but thank goodness for my assistant who stopped them in their hippity hoppity tracks. I managed to get the cage placed on a sturdy surface next to my desk. I put her bedding down and filled her tiny bowl with fresh food. I snuck in a corn husk and some a granola bar thingy that is supposed to be good for their teeth. It looked good. I was tempted to take a bite.
I was really nervous about having this red-eyed long tail creature in my classroom, in close proximity to me. I placed her in her cage and I watched her make herself at home. She went right for her snack. I giggled and said "going for the snack first huh? Looks like we have alot in common" Haha. I studied her for a moment and wondered what her life will be like now that she is away from her mother and siblings. It took me back to when my mom and dad left for Alabama. I know what your thinking, how can a tiny gerbil pull a few heart strings? I don't know. I guess life without your parents whether they are hundres miles away or deceased, it could be scary.. even for a gerbil. Right?
My plans were to only let my students hold her. I had no intensions of holding her, petting her or even sticking my fingers in her cage. My assistant instantly became the " gerbil whisperer" as she spent most of her time holding and playing with Skippy Jane. She continues to put the stapler down everytime she passes her cage to take a moment and talk to Skippy. I would watch with pure amazement of how much this gerbil loves attention. Usually, they will mind their own business or hide. Skippy Jane, however, loves people. Her personality is like a humans. She knows how to get our attention and she even does little tricks like flips and stuff.
I'm finding myself becoming more in love with this gerbil haha. When I come in my classroom in the mornings, she will greet me by climbing her cage to the very top and sticking her nose out. If I am sitting at my desk, she will turn around and fall asleep, facing me in her little tube. If I move, she moves. If I go to the other side of the room, she will cling to her cage as if she is begging me to stay. Silly right? Way silly. I laugh as I catch myself asking how her night was and talking to her as if she will one day respond-kind of like I do with my dog Loela haha. When I hold Skippy Jane, she falls asleep in my hands. She likes to crawl up your arm and snuggle in the crevice between the shoulder and the neck. My assistant thinks she was a human once . Now thats silly!!!!
My kids love Skippy Jane Jones and have forgotten about center time. Instead they would rather get a book and sit quietly next to her cage and read to her. She'll listen. I swear it!!! Welcome to our class Skippy Jane Jones.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Daydreaming Part II
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, and close to my heart he'll always stay. I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and Windland and Shay. While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare ....
On our island in the blue bay.
I want to go far away. To a new life on a new shore line. Where the water is blue and the people are new. Maybe to another island, in another life.
There's a boy next to me and he never will be anything but a boy at the bar, and I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops.....
How I love to love him from afar.
When he walks right pass me then I finally see on this bar stool I can't stay. So I'm taking my frown to a far distant town. On an island in the blue bay.
Cupcakes- with sea salt :)
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, and close to my heart he'll always stay. I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and Windland and Shay. While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare ....
On our island in the blue bay.
I want to go far away. To a new life on a new shore line. Where the water is blue and the people are new. Maybe to another island, in another life.
There's a boy next to me and he never will be anything but a boy at the bar, and I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops.....
How I love to love him from afar.
When he walks right pass me then I finally see on this bar stool I can't stay. So I'm taking my frown to a far distant town. On an island in the blue bay.
Cupcakes- with sea salt :)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Roaring the 1920's
Rain splattered on my red polka dotted umbrella as I tip toed my way around muddy puddles and water filled pot holes. The raindrops corrining down the ends of my umbrella begged me to catch them before falling onto the gravel beneath me.
Thunder sent its revenge within the heavens, sending lightening through the silver clouds that starved for the suns illuminations. I see you sitting. Your legs crossed. You were wearing your notorius baggy wide-legged trousers , one of your simpler suits with just slim, unpadded jackets over your creased trousers. Those two-toned shoes, which you have shined every morning. Your bowler laid upside down on table set for two, a glass of hootch on the rocks. The newspaper was folded patiently on the edge of the table, awaiting your beautiful eyes to skim it's pages. You were swell I tell ya. The cat's pajamas.
I couldn't get to you fast enough. I clutched my cloche hat as the wind whirled around me teasing the ends of my flapper dress. The streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of business and pleasure. We were young women rebelling against the old matriarchs and wore our hair short and hiked up our hem lines. We painted our faces in the spirit of our new found freedom sparked by economic wealth and new political rights. Finding you was the bees knees.
You adjusted your cheaters as I approached you. You were fried to the hat sittin there all swanky. The first thing that came out of your kisser was "Cash or check baby?" I looked at your ossified face and replied " Sorry Mac, banks closed. Check me later when your not actin a drunken fool". You were a smooth fellow. Making me fall in love with you. You hard boiled son of a gun.
I set my gold mesh rhinestone clutch on the table. My red lipstick stained the rim of your glass as I s
wigged down the rest of your drink. You pulled my chair out for me and asked me to share your company. You ordered another hair of the dog and You glared at my gams, crossed beside the table. I drank my cup of joe as you clutched my hands while Wall Street crashed behind us. You didn't have to say anything to me. Anything.
This was just a few little snippets of information my great grandmother told me when she was dating the love of her life. I was little, I don't remember much. All I remember is that her eyes lit up as she told me of a day at the cafe with him. Love.
Thunder sent its revenge within the heavens, sending lightening through the silver clouds that starved for the suns illuminations. I see you sitting. Your legs crossed. You were wearing your notorius baggy wide-legged trousers , one of your simpler suits with just slim, unpadded jackets over your creased trousers. Those two-toned shoes, which you have shined every morning. Your bowler laid upside down on table set for two, a glass of hootch on the rocks. The newspaper was folded patiently on the edge of the table, awaiting your beautiful eyes to skim it's pages. You were swell I tell ya. The cat's pajamas.
I couldn't get to you fast enough. I clutched my cloche hat as the wind whirled around me teasing the ends of my flapper dress. The streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of business and pleasure. We were young women rebelling against the old matriarchs and wore our hair short and hiked up our hem lines. We painted our faces in the spirit of our new found freedom sparked by economic wealth and new political rights. Finding you was the bees knees.
You adjusted your cheaters as I approached you. You were fried to the hat sittin there all swanky. The first thing that came out of your kisser was "Cash or check baby?" I looked at your ossified face and replied " Sorry Mac, banks closed. Check me later when your not actin a drunken fool". You were a smooth fellow. Making me fall in love with you. You hard boiled son of a gun.
I set my gold mesh rhinestone clutch on the table. My red lipstick stained the rim of your glass as I s
wigged down the rest of your drink. You pulled my chair out for me and asked me to share your company. You ordered another hair of the dog and You glared at my gams, crossed beside the table. I drank my cup of joe as you clutched my hands while Wall Street crashed behind us. You didn't have to say anything to me. Anything.
This was just a few little snippets of information my great grandmother told me when she was dating the love of her life. I was little, I don't remember much. All I remember is that her eyes lit up as she told me of a day at the cafe with him. Love.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Pfft.. Bring it 2012
As I sit here watching Apocalypse 2012 on CNBC, I find myself floored over how many people actually fear 2012. People are seeing psychiatrists, considering suicide, purchasing survival products from 2012supplies.com and building survial commuinties in the hills of Arizona. I mean, it's okay to be prepared for a catastrophy but goodness.
It is my opinion that nothing will happen when 2012 comes. People seem to be panicking just like they did when Y2Kwas approaching. I'm simply saying, just because the Mayan calender will be completed, doesn' t mean the world is coming to a end. Who are they to tell us that the world is going to end? I mean, haven't we spend billions upon billions on technology? If everything is expected to shut down and planes are to fall from the heavens, shouldn't we have been prepared?
I watched the movie 2012 and I must say I was disappointed. The films conclusion was outrageous. Who were these "beings" coming to collect people from earth? Was John Cusack being "left behind"? Is there a Christian twist here? I'm quite confused.
Maybe I am overlooking the whole idea of 2012 and maybe I'm not taking it that seriously. I am a Christian and I can't wrap my mind around the fact that God would allow such destruction upon us if Jesus is not to return yet. Now, don't get me wrong, every person is encouraged to make their own leap and believe what they want and what they know. I am in NO way judging. However, "if" the world was going to end in 2012, don't you think people would do their best to enjoy life instead of living in fear? We aren't supposed to live in fear.
Did I just hear that a man bought an underground bunker for 1.5 million dollars? For real? Give me a break. Sounds like bad threats from bad science.
I know that one day this world will end... When Jesus returns. Until then, I have time to make 2012 yummy cupcakes :)
It is my opinion that nothing will happen when 2012 comes. People seem to be panicking just like they did when Y2Kwas approaching. I'm simply saying, just because the Mayan calender will be completed, doesn' t mean the world is coming to a end. Who are they to tell us that the world is going to end? I mean, haven't we spend billions upon billions on technology? If everything is expected to shut down and planes are to fall from the heavens, shouldn't we have been prepared?
I watched the movie 2012 and I must say I was disappointed. The films conclusion was outrageous. Who were these "beings" coming to collect people from earth? Was John Cusack being "left behind"? Is there a Christian twist here? I'm quite confused.
Maybe I am overlooking the whole idea of 2012 and maybe I'm not taking it that seriously. I am a Christian and I can't wrap my mind around the fact that God would allow such destruction upon us if Jesus is not to return yet. Now, don't get me wrong, every person is encouraged to make their own leap and believe what they want and what they know. I am in NO way judging. However, "if" the world was going to end in 2012, don't you think people would do their best to enjoy life instead of living in fear? We aren't supposed to live in fear.
Did I just hear that a man bought an underground bunker for 1.5 million dollars? For real? Give me a break. Sounds like bad threats from bad science.
I know that one day this world will end... When Jesus returns. Until then, I have time to make 2012 yummy cupcakes :)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Pretty Mercy
Labor began at eleven thirty last night. She didn't get much sleep due to contractions. They were eight minutes apart.
I have known her for seven years and it didn't take long for us to become friends. She was allergic to mangos. We both had alot in common. We both had just cut off our long lucious locks. We both were single. We both loved God and we both wondered when our prince charmings would arrive on their noble steeds. Our friends and siblings were married, getting married or were on the brink of being engaged. We met at church and we were sometimes overtaken by the church giggles. Someone was always doing something funny in that place.
I remember being in the kitchen with her one night, dipping my french fries in my frosty. I told her I was going to invent a dessert that had a frosty and french fry concoction that would send our tastebuds into a supersonic whirlwind of pleasure. She laughed.
I signed on to check my mail one evening after work and read that my sweet friend was.. expecting. I was so happy for her. I wrote her many joys and thrills. She couldn't be happier. We talked about this moment so many years ago. In the kitchen, eating frosty's and french fries. She grew so beautifully. Her belly grew round like a watermelon. A sweet little watermelon with a lovely little seed inside. She carried her baby gently and lovingly. Her baby shower included that yummy baby punch and many gifts wrapped in pale pinks and creams. She made out like a bandit with all those presents- or should we say, the bun in the oven hit the jackpot. So many people love her and came to celebrate this blessing from our wonderful, amazing God.
So, here we are. A beautiful baby girl has been born. Rocked in the arms of God and gently placed in her mothers arms.
Mercy is her name. A name meaning compassion. She will be loved to 100th power. May she be as humble as her mother. Happy Birthday pretty Mercy.
Pink cupcakes for everyone :)
I have known her for seven years and it didn't take long for us to become friends. She was allergic to mangos. We both had alot in common. We both had just cut off our long lucious locks. We both were single. We both loved God and we both wondered when our prince charmings would arrive on their noble steeds. Our friends and siblings were married, getting married or were on the brink of being engaged. We met at church and we were sometimes overtaken by the church giggles. Someone was always doing something funny in that place.
I remember being in the kitchen with her one night, dipping my french fries in my frosty. I told her I was going to invent a dessert that had a frosty and french fry concoction that would send our tastebuds into a supersonic whirlwind of pleasure. She laughed.
The day came when her prince charming came knocking at her door, sweeping her off her feet. She fell in love and.. said yes!! They married in May and I was saddened at the fact that I couldn't be there to see her walk down the isle. She became a gypsy wife, traveling around the United States with the love of her life. His work took him everywhere, and she followed. Actually, I wouldn't say followed, more like.. stood by his side -and loved him everyday. Everyday.
I signed on to check my mail one evening after work and read that my sweet friend was.. expecting. I was so happy for her. I wrote her many joys and thrills. She couldn't be happier. We talked about this moment so many years ago. In the kitchen, eating frosty's and french fries. She grew so beautifully. Her belly grew round like a watermelon. A sweet little watermelon with a lovely little seed inside. She carried her baby gently and lovingly. Her baby shower included that yummy baby punch and many gifts wrapped in pale pinks and creams. She made out like a bandit with all those presents- or should we say, the bun in the oven hit the jackpot. So many people love her and came to celebrate this blessing from our wonderful, amazing God.
So, here we are. A beautiful baby girl has been born. Rocked in the arms of God and gently placed in her mothers arms.
Mercy is her name. A name meaning compassion. She will be loved to 100th power. May she be as humble as her mother. Happy Birthday pretty Mercy.
Pink cupcakes for everyone :)
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