An Open Letter

Dear Scientists,

I know you're busy curing diseases and such, but might I make a suggestion to you? While you're busy finding an obesity gene, or a cancer gene, let's look around for a drama gene. No, not the creative drama, the pointless drama that makes ya wanna backhand a b*tch. Ya know?

I know, cancer and obesity are serious problems, but drama can be too! It causes needless rifts in families. It gives us those annoying couples who break up and get back together every other month. It takes up precious time that could be spent doing better things. It pulls in third parties and creates a problem for them. Drama sucks!

I know people will say, "Just don't hang out with those drama queens." Easier said than done friends. Especially when it's family (blood or otherwise). You're supposed to be nice to these people that are talking about a new "scandal" every month? If they're not mad at you, they will be next month. Maybe you looked at them wrong. Or you breathed on their drink. Or you took someone else's side. Good Lord, could we get over it already? This is where the drama gene comes in. If we turn it off, think how peaceful family get-togethers will become.

I'm also curious to see what else the drama gene will be connected to. The back-stabbing gene? The having-multiple-baby-daddy-is-awesome gene? The I-only-date-losers gene? The I'm-entitled-because-I-have-too-many-kids gene? The possibilities are endless!

So scientists, let's get to work on this one. You'd make mothers of teenagers happy. Anyone with a daughter would fall down and kiss your feet. We could change society as we know it! I've even got some test subjects for you. Just gimme a call. I've got plenty to choose from.

Help?

I want to change the look of my blog. And even though I thought I knew enough about html and such... apparently I don't. Anyone think they can help? I want a banner, my own page, just stuff.

Gimme a shout. Otherwise I'll call my brother-in-law and hope he can help me.

Some randomness to start your weekend

Found this floating around the blogosphere and thought I'd toss it at you.

I am: ready for Disneyland.

I think: I'll be productive during my break from school.

I know: that my honey loves me.

I have: wet hair.

I wish: I could sew. That's gonna be worked on after Disneyland.

I hate: housework. But doesn't everyone?

I miss: being a size 4. Hell, I'd settle for a 6.

I fear: worms.

I hear: Scrubs. Awesome show.

I smell: nothing. Maybe I should cook...

I crave: Thanksgiving food.

I search: only when I desperately need to find something.

I wonder: what our kids will look like.

I regret: nothing.

I love: creating.

I ache: because I'm sitting on the floor. I have horrible posture.

I am not: good at time management.

I believe: in sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and my husband.

I dance: when I want to have fun.

I sing: with Tad. We love Veggie Tales and Backyardigans.

I cry: only if it hurts reeeeeally bad.

I fight: to keep my mouth shut sometimes.

I win: burping contests. Sometimes.

I lose: my sanity. Often.

I never: forget lotion after the shower.

I always: kiss on my nieces and nephews.

I confuse: my students when I talk to myself.

I listen: to Adam Carolla in the mornings.

I can usually be found: procrastinating.

I am scared: of worms. Didn't I already tell you that?

I need: to put on some chapstick.

I am happy about: school almost being over.

I imagine: that I will be crafty at some point in the near future.

Friday Photo

Another week, another Friday, and the promise of another weekend that will fly by before I can really enjoy it...

*sigh*


Don't mind my funk. I'm in a current state of annoyance. Add to that the fact that my weekend will be spent doing homework and blahhhhh... Okay, enough of that. Let's have a zen, fall moment with the Friday photo, shall we?



Taken from my back porch last week. Gotta love the sky on a fall day.

Thankful Thursdays

Since there's only two Thursdays until Thanksgiving I figured I would throw this in for those two Thursdays. If I had thought ahead I guess I could have started it with the first Thursday in November but oh well...

I'm thankful for my family. Both my blood family and my in-laws. Without my Beth and Kristen I wouldn't be a tia. Without Eric I wouldn't have a functioning computer. I could go on and on, but what about my own family? I'm so my mother and I'm completely okay with it. I have incredibly strong grandmothers who deserve awards for some of the stuff they've dealt with. I have cousins (mine and Tim's actually) who are some of the best friends I could hope for. I just have an awesome family. There's no way to argue otherwise.

I'm thankful that I've got my education. And that it's almost done! Yay! I've always known what I wanted to do, I just got distracted along the way. Then I met Tim and it all came together. I had to quit screwin' around and get school out of the way. And here I am almost done. I met some awesome people and learned a ton along the way.

One more for the week... I'm thankful for color pencils and Sharpies. I know, it's not a serious one, but I love them. I'm looking at them sitting on my coffee table next to my little journal. I've been feeling particularly doodly since I decided I want to learn to sew. I want to make little felt dolls for the kids. And for me...

What are y'all thankful for? Blog it with me.

Blahhhh

I have nothing to say. My Veteran's day consisted of homework. All day. So my brain is on strike. So today I will leave you with one of my new favorite blogs...

Super Cute Mushroom Meadows

I wish I could doodle like her.

My Monday...

... was happy. Tim had the day off from both jobs. I had the day off due to inservice for the district (one highlight of not being a paid employee - no trainings!). So we slept in a little. Then did our grocery shopping after a stop at each of our banks.

Funny how a trip that we took with the intent of picking up "a few things" turned into a total of almost a hundred buck. On the upside we've got enough meat in the freezer for quite a few dinners. Tilapia, chicken, steak, ground turkey, turkey sausage... oh the meal possibilities. Then of course there's the lamb chop (that I won't eat) from Tim's dad. And the bear sausage.

Wait, did I forget to mention the bear? I won't eat that either. But you don't care about that, do you? You just want to know why the bloody hell there is bear sausage in my freezer. You're thinking, "This girl is woodsy? I didn't know mountain folk have internet!"

No. I'm not a mountain girl. I have family in Alabama*, but I am definitely not backwoods. I have two Starbucks stores within a mile radius.

Tim comes from a family of hunters. This doesn't bother me because he would never force me to eat something he shot. So a couple weeks ago his dad was out hunting and shot a bear. And gave us some sausage. Yay (said with much sarcasm).

Sorry, that was a tangent there. I've got ADHD. Windows are a dangerous thing when I'm supposed to be paying attention. Oh look, a leaf fell off the tree... see what I mean?

So back to my Monday. After this trip to the store we decided that we needed to have a date. So we went to lunch after going home to unload. Had some pizza (mmmm, tasty, tasty pizza). Then hit the $3 theater to catch The Dark Knight again. We saw it the first time around, but wanted to again. And that was quite the interesting trip...

There was a girl sitting down the row from us waiting for someone. When he got there he decided to climb over us instead of going around (which would have made sense seeing as how she was on the END OF THE ROW). So he got on my fecal roster from the start. Then the couple was arguing. They were trying to do it quietly, but Tim and I could obviously hear them. So I got the giggles. I kept them to myself, but I couldn't help it. Really? You're going to get to the theater and argue with your girlfriend? Then it took a different turn. She started to get up and he grabbed her belt or something and pulled her back down. She didn't yell or scream, just continued whisper-shouting at him and he wasn't letting go. I saw Tim tense up out of the corner of my eye (he trains in jiu-jitsu for those of you who don't know, and we have been witness to a loved one suffering an abusive control freak). I put my hand out to take his hat that he had been holding and knew if the guy didn't let go Tim would put his ass to sleep. But the guy let go and the girl walked off.

At this point the jerk decided to follow, but apparently thought it would be faster to climb over us, again. Well, even though he said excuse me, there was no way in hell I was making it easy so I kept my feet out and even crossed one so I could make a higher barrier. He just stumbled his way across (I've never wanted to see someone trip so bad in my life) and walked out. They eventually came back in for about ten minutes then left again. But I seriously thought Tim was going to have to restrain the guy.

Besides that the movie trip was fine. There was a group that must have dropped hundreds of pieces of round candy, because I heard it rolling down the aisles several times. I wanted to laugh each time too. We got out and came home. Then vegged, watched some Lost on SciFi, and I baked.

And because this was such a lengthy post today, I'll reward you with a picture. I made brownies tonight, but put them in foil baking cups. And put some leftover Halloween M&M's on the top. And they are miiiiiighty tasty...

*This does not mean that I am profiling my Southern family, or anyone from the South. I loved the people on my trip down there. I'm simply tying my lineage in here.