holy smokes!: October 2005 Archives
so when it comes to vacation in the middle of december, i like it warm. very warm. one could even say hot.
so what is a little girl like me doing going to montreal for new years? living it uo with four of our good friends. that's right folks, can you say fromage? i can.
so, the three girls are guaranteed french skills, the boys, it is a little sketchier. what is even sketchier is the idea that everyone is assuming that we are going to be insane while up there. cold, but insane. drunk, but insane. laughing our butts off, but insane.
what does one wear while being insane?
so, the other day, t asked me what i wanted for dinner. i explained that i wanted a grilled cheese, fries and a coke. he then commented about that being all. i then replied that i was an easy woman to please.
he laughed.
talking to my aunt the other day, it has come to my attention that my husband is viewed as a saint for putting up with me. apparently it is common knowledge that i am high maintenance. of course, i do wear a sandwhich board telling people the special of the day, "whatever i want and the way i want it."
but if they think i'm high maintenance, look at that face. but man, doesn't her tiara look nice?
You are Kermit the Frog.
You are reliable, responsible and caring. And you have a habit of waving your arms about maniacally.
FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
"Hi ho!" "Yaaay!" and "Sheesh!"
FAVORITE MOVIE:
"How Green Was My Mother"
LAST BOOK READ:
"Surfin' the Webfoot: A Frog's Guide to the Internet"
HOBBIES:
Sitting in the swamp playing banjo.
QUOTE:
"Hmm, my banjo is wet."
i always knew there was a reason why i liked this frog so much. it could also explain why i like french as much as a i do... i relate to the frogs... =0) maybe i am more like fozzie.
so, imagine a really bad day. i had it. let me give you some perspective here. nothing horrendous happened. no one was tortured. my puppy didn't die. it was just one of those bad days that can't be helped.
i got up-- late. i couldn't find my hose. i found my hose. got dressed. walked out the door. forgot the waffle iron and mix (long story). went back in. walked out. forgot my wallet. went back in. walked out. forgot my checkbook. back in, back out. forgot the shoes i was to wear. in, out. then i was so late, i had to drive in. had to find parking on a campus that makes a fortune from parking that does not exist.
walked to the office. sat down. a run the size of alaska in my hose. which meant i couldn't wear the shoes i wanted to because they would have ripped them further. i know, because i tried it. i ended up wearing black tennis shoes with a brown and purple skirt. all day. pissy. that was me.
my lesson plans were shot to hell. another long story. pissier i got. i did manage to get out of a class i help with. ate lunch. then had to deal with students who had no appointments. oh, did i mention that i forgot my office keys at home, and had to be let into my office all day today. why, because i did not want the repeat of my wallet being stolen again. a florist called to inform me that he didn't know if he could deliver the flowers that my husband had gotten for me since i am a hormonal mess and he loves me. he knows what is good for me. i then went to make waffles. teary eyed at the fact i might not get the flowers. went to the stupid stupid stupid french table. came back. got flowers. bad day turned good.
how do flowers make you smile? they make me feel good inside.
