Blonde Story Short

Awesome encounter... This is probably the best encounter ever. If you're in a spinny chair, get ready to go nuts...like the 11 year old in my presence currently. I found myself warning, "Hey...make sure you don't throw up over there." Don't you wish I could teach your future children? So, we'll call this male the "Spectacular Specimen (SS)" mostly because I don't remember his name, he obviously made quite the impression ;) He described what he desperately wishes others would notice about him, like so... "People always think I'm a player because of my outward appearance..." My left eyebrow rises at this point. SS continues, "I'm so sick of people calling me things like 'Brad Pitt' and 'Hollywood' ya know? I wish people would see my loving and godly heart instead." This is where I nod my head, in compassion for this poor man who thinks his special, special looks are so troubling. Little does he...

Things I learned over the past 24 hours: 1. I had a dirty spoon in my purse all weekend. How do you not notice a dirty spoon in your purse? I need to slow it down. It was in a zip lock baggie thank goodness! No one wants crusty yogurt residue on their wallet. 2. When giving a standardized test (remember the kind with the scan trons and #2 pencils!)...do not let kids sit in spinny chairs...especially the ADHD kids. Give them a smile and a loving shoulder tap when they start to tie and re-tie their shoes or stare into space. Also, make them put their retainer case in their backpack so that they don't play with it during the test. Anything for a distraction! (Man, do I feel that?!!!) 3. Chinese people love karaoke. 'Nuf said. 4. It's possible for someone to be good looking AND good on paper ;) 5. Working 12 days straight without a day off is NOT good for my zen...or my exercise schedule. 6. I don't like ham sandwiches.

On most days the first thing I do upon pulling myself outta bed, an inevitable daily struggle, is put on my iHome. Since I usually can't even figure out what day of the week it is when initially awoken, I definitely never remember what my iPod, located in the iHome of course (Look at me I'm a techy!), was last playing. Hence, I'm left at a loss as to what it will continue to go on playing now. Today, once at the bathroom sink brushing away the morning breath, I realized it was on an album by Bon Iver, one of my crazes of '08. This tells me two things (which is probably plenty to handle this early in the morning): 1. The last time I had the pod playing I must have been feeling a combo of down and/or mellow. Bon is definitely for when I'm in a certain place emotionally...leave it to a girl to associate her simple morning ritual with feelings! 2. I can expect that this album will continue playing as my getting ready routine goes on...put in contacts, Bon Iver...

I think it's actually pretty nasty sounding...hump day that is. I can't resist using it though. It truly is the hump of the week that once you get over, makes getting to the weekend seem far shorter. I'm back at work after having 2 weeks off. And a fabulous 2 weeks they were indeed. I can't help but feel like I'm going through this week underwater. Like I have a snorkel and can breathe and all, but instead of really feeling and experiencing each moment of the day, I'm just sort of...swimmin through it, and looking at fish. I seem to be thinking a lot...weird that never happens. I tend to go in circles, remember my spin cycle allusion? Here's a little sample platter of my wonderment: When do we get to the point in our lives where we are hardcore, bonified over-achievers? Where we actually like going above and beyond (aside from in our relationships, that seems pretty natural) and thrive on our productivity and success? Is it possible that the "yellows...

This is absolutely false. It seems like a good excuse, leaving out the fact that it's untrue of course. I am definitely not too smart to study. But, I can't help but feel like it's a waste of my precious time! Spring Break is in fact over in 24 hours. Remind me of my arrogance when I have to re-take my $130 California Teachers mandated test. I'm at T-2 hours and cannot study any more! Don't be fooled. This statement makes it sound as if I've been nose deep in study guides for months. Also false. I've studied a total of 3 days...in actual hours...probably an hour and a half, rounding up. I was at my favorite coffee shop (fave mostly because it's 10 feet from my front door) the past two mornings. The delicious "Surfing Goat" breakfast sandwich and mochas help, I'll admit. I just want to get it over with! It's so clear to me, in situations like this more than ever, that I am the antithesis of a typical teacher personality. I...

I always envy those sales people who are so enthralled with their product that their enthusiasm nears eerie. After being fitted for my latest bridesmaid dress I was told I would be needing a very, very special bra...one nothing less than what can be purchased at The Perfect Fit in Tustin, California. We went to the shop and the saleswoman was one of these folks who LOVES what she sells. I was so blown away by her passion for undergarments that I didn't even catch her name. For now we'll call her the "Bra enthusiast (BE)." BE took me into the antique decorated fitting room. There was one of those old school, fabric stools, which was used to hold my current (and apparently ghetto) bra and a thick velvet curtain used to hide my shirtlessness. BE was very intense. Her bra-related verbiage was spoken with precision and seriousness. This was a no-nonsense matter. She started by measuring me. I asked if she needed me to take off the bra I was wearing, wanting an accurat...

It's a Monday night bar tending...Since I know Mondays are limited to just a few patrons, I always bring some form of entertainment for myself. I don't do well without stimulation for long periods of time and am forbidden to turn the big screen to anything other than sports and news. I often make lists of "To-do's", life goals, things like that. Although I have quite a few things on both lists, it still only occupies about 30 minutes of my 4 hour shift. Tonight I brought a book, tempted to throw a bottle of nail polish in my purse, I refrained. That's gotta be some sort of health code violation. I'm the ultimate extrovert and at times can 't even stand it! I get energy (and much joy) from people. Most of the time not even a compelling book can compare to interaction with a real human. So, inevitably the book lost my attention when a deep convo with Roberto the cook appeared as an option. Not only is Roberto a precious, precious man (necessary to s...

Getting my computer onto the Internet only took one hour, twenty-eight minutes, and seventeen seconds. Gotta love Jackie at Linksys. Lucky her, getting the graveyard shift at the 24 hour tech support desk, especially when I call! She was so helpful. I'm thinking the questions and way in which I asked them had the potential to get a bit annoying. "So can I take the thing outta the thing now?" "Do you want me to click OKAY after I do that?" (YES. Click OKAY every time Sara) Linksys Jackie told me to delete all other wireless networks from my roommate's laptop (just the word network sounds like I have a faint idea what I'm talking about. I don't) There were like 20 of them. I whispered to the roomie, "You're a wireless whore!" Luckily she gets me.  Since we rearranged our living room 2 months ago, I had yet to get my ancient beast of a desktop back on the world wide web. Let's hope that all the posts in that time weren'...

This Spring Break has been quite eventful thus far. It started out last Friday with a Bachelorette Party...not mine, trust me that much could not possibly have progressed in my love life since the last post! It was for the big sis who will be tying the knot in less than 6 weeks! 11 gals set out to Palm Desert to find the following truth: When this many females enter a public place and one of them is wearing a veil, many drinks and even a dinner bill will be picked up by males in close proximity...all weekend. In addition to this fun and practically free weekend of shenanigans, spring break continued with a Sunday night of long island iced teas and Long Boards reggae (won't mention the next morning, which is proof I'm not as tolerant as I used to be!), a day at the beach, a little bit of bartending, hostessing the besties with a warm-weather apprope dinner, spring cleaning and finally a hair appointment. Note: This blonde is au naturale, but uses some highlight help from...

In a rush to work this morning I almost ran over our janitor. Excuse me, our "Facilities worker," much more appropriate title. The school I work at is very PC. In fact, we're so PC, that yesterday we (and when I say we, I mean not me) allowed a 7 th grade student to come out of the closet, through poem. The poem was very interesting and rhymed. He announced that he said he's "gay" because he couldn't find words that would rhyme with bisexual . Wow. Anyway, I saw that a black trash can was coming out into the street and had to swerve to avoid hitting it..and the man pushing it, Dante. I got out of the car and yelled "Lo Ciento Dante!" I didn't mean to almost kill him on such a nice Wednesday morning.