Blonde Story Short

Lessons I've already learned tend to be reiterated (or relearned), on my drive to work. I attribute this to two things:  1) I'm usually caffeinated which makes my memory a little better and 2) It's one of the rare times that I'm alone, without a lot of distractions. Like a typical Monday morning, I pushed the clock to the absolute limit today. This particular morning was well worth it since my hub and I decided to stay one more night away, anchored in the middle of the cove. We brought her into the slip with just enough time for me to have some breakfast, throw on something work-appropriate and straighten my bangs*. Of course I couldn't let his efforts with the french press go to waste, so I took my steaming joe to-go.  Keep in mind, my German car does not have a cup holder- German driving is far too serious to pair with beverages. Naturally I'd pushed my gas tank to the limit too...last week. On Friday when I parked with my car on "E," I'd left...

School started back up this week. I may look 19 (without make up/my retainers in) but I'm not a student. In fact I am a teacher. I forgot how much joy even junior highers have the ability to bring me. Usually it's the kindergarten aged children that say things like "You're a Princess!" that I think of so fondly. To these statements, I have no other choice but to respond, "Yes.  yes I am." Being a new year, a new class, I have a new, what we special-ed educators call "case-load" of kiddos. These are the lucky students that get my undivided attention (depending on how many other kids are screaming my name) as I squat down beside their desk and provide extra help through whispered coffee breath. My caseload this year is full of students that are all so unique and intereeeeeeeesting to say the least. One of them is nothing short of brilliant. He creatively creates (oh my alliteration!) video games in his mind and has no qualms about telling me ...

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...

This was one of those Monday mornings where I literally say out-loud, "Seriously?!" I skipped the morning cardio due to Daylight Savings aftermath...ie too tired and too dark. I got up and through the a.m. routine (including a bowl of nutritious cranberry oatmeal...adding a dash of cinnamon makes all the difference!) I was out the door in under 30 minutes and only going to be about 10 minutes late for work instead of the usual 15-20.I have this buffer...I technically should arrive at 8:00, however there are rarely students there for morning tutoring before 8:30. So, you can see where the temptation to sleep a little longer comes into play. I decided it would be wise to use my "extra" time and last two $1 bills on an iced decaf from the coffee stand minutes from my house then headed to work, only 3 minutes away. Blinker on, about to turn into school, I realized the delicious beverage had spilled from the bottom of the plastic cup...and onto my boob! This may...

I left work today to walk to Starbucks. The first offense being that I probably shouldn't leave work for coffee, although everyone else does. Trust me, a break was in order (as you can imagine based on the previous vent from earlier today). I've realized this week that I have an odd LOVE for pre-algebra. Like really odd. I like it a lot. I committed to two dates this week...with two different males...on different nights, at least I'm a strategic planner! I once gave a hobo my number. See several blogs below. When I see albums on Facebook entitled "We're Engaged!" I do a standard eye roll and X out of the page instantly. I make fun of various accents in my head upon hearing them. Last but not least...I play on the internet (ie update blog, the face, the space, email) while simultaneously tutoring students. Don't judge me...although you probably should.

So first I'm going to whine. I don't like this weather! It's the WORST when your legs aren't recently shaven (as in it's been a little over 4 days) and you itch because you can feel it against your pants and your dry lizard skin! I got home last night and nearly freaked out. I had to rip my clothes off and pull my hair out of my face before someone got hurt...I guess a shower might have helped my insanity but that seemed like a lot of work. I'm not sure I love junior highers. In fact I might be certain I don't. Those of you that follow this blog know that it is a miracle I have this job. So please don't think I'm an ungrateful brat. I am so very grateful for my position. I just have to say, in an annoying sad voice, I miss Kindergarteners! They just love you so much and they listen to every word you say and respond to things like "If you can hear my voice, put your hands on your head!" They also randomly say things like "Miss Morga...

My mind has been racing (like a pronoun!) all day. Not in an anxious way, in a caffeine high sorta way...except that I don't drink caffeine. It could be my new diet that is giving me lots 'o energy! Silver lining as always ;) Anyhoo, lots of random tangents and possibly fun facts for you today...coming from Sara land. 1. I am broke as a joke right now. Since I haven't started subbing (my latest life plan) I am living on the Serving/Bartending earnings, which isn't much. The economy really is affecting the restaurant biz, people just don't want to spend a lot of money eating out, therefore people like me don't make as much as we used to in tips. So, for Christmas my adorable mom, grandma, uncle and cousin all got me gift cards to places like Vons, Trader Joe's and Target...oh and Starbucks too! It must be a motherly instinct or something because the most frequently asked question from mom and grandma after "Do you have gas in your car?" is ...

My mom is really sweet. She is also quite possibly the most worried person I've ever met. She is always, always worried...mostly about me. I'm her only kid so I guess it makes sense, and not to mention I'm super lovable ;) Tonight I called her on my way home from dinner with some friends. After a few minutes she asked me if I was home yet. I told her I had parked in front of my house but was walkin across the street to a local coffee shop to grab a decaf mocha...perfect end to the week. My plan was to sip that baby and watch Sex and the City, oh my Friday night! Mom got worried, clearly crossing the street is difficult, even at age 24. "Call me when you get inside, I wanna talk more." I replied, "I don't believe you, you just want to know I got inside and wasn't killed getting coffee!" Then somewhere along the conversation I found myself saying "OK, OK, I'll watch out for predators." Who says that?! I'll watch out for predator...