On the way home from school today I realized I forgot to tell anyone this happened. I forget what we were talking about, but I remember I was trying not to die from boredom, and it was probably right before dessert, but my mom starts bringing up school. So then I tell them what I had my students do this semester, and I don't remember what prompted ( Read more... )

NaBloPoMo, Day Twenty-Nine
Cookies Eaten: None
Cups of Coffee: It's still early.
Vegetables: Yeah right.
Naughty Words: None! For reals!
Mexican Food: I can still taste last night's.

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THURSDAY

Drove two hours with a yowling feline. Gorged on turkey and stuffing. Had two glasses of wine. Pumpkin pie. Watched Get Smart. Caught up on Bones. Fell asleep ( Read more... )

Wine, tears, yelling, hairspray, chafing, exhaustion.

Not many of you know this, but I was a preemie, almost three weeks early. I was born on the fourteenth of March--a good day, Pi Day--but I was supposed to be born on the first of April. Fool that I was (pun), I decided to come out early. Either that, or it was the Mexican food's fault like my mother thinks, the food she ate at the Allstate company ( Read more... )

Basically for the last three days, I've been living in a foreign country.

Salt Lake City: a place where there are tall trees, luscious fields of grass, and seagulls. A place where everybody knows their neighbors, there are twenty-five weddings happening at all times, money grows on trees, and where everybody's poop smells like roses. In Salt Lake ( Read more... )

Me and the night terror, Mr. Hal -- now with biting! -- crazy cat. I took this picture for Father's Day, because I thought my dad would like it after I had it framed. The reason I know this is because two years ago he sent me a professional photograph of him and his dog, who is the ugliest dog in the universe, and it is now sitting on top of our ( Read more... )

Excuse me for having a Dwight Schrute moment, but -- Question: is it just me and my family, or do you find yourself calling your pets anything and everything but their names? I'm serious, every pet I've ever had, even when I was a toddler. Our West Highland terrier, Scotty (Registered name: Reginald Stuart McTavish the First), was "Totty-Ott" ( ( Read more... )

Because it's been awhile, for your pleasure:

A List

• This morning I woke up with Hal sleeping in the crook of my arm and I almost died from the cuteness, but instead fell back asleep.
• When I woke up again he was behind my head, slowly and rhythmically batting my hair with his paws. My cat is insane.
• The new drink at Starbucks, the doubleshot on ice, ( Read more... )

First thing you ought to know: I do it all for you. No, really, I do. Second thing you ought to know: I come from a long line of name-droppers, on my mother's side. No, not that kind. The Jeffreys of Sandusky, Ohio are not rich people by any means, but they do have very large Italian mouths, and they are extremely friendly. One of them likes your ( Read more... )

March 14, 1985: I am born, three weeks early. They put me in an incubator.
March 14, 1986: I turn one. Please don't expect me to remember details.
March 14, 1987: I turn two. See above.
March 14, 1988: I don't remember this one, either, although apparently I was three.
March 14, 1989: I am four. My mom likes to tell me about the super special carrot ( Read more... )