Do you hate me? This past year, all I wanted was to have a white Christmas. But no. On Christmas, it was 53 degrees. Instead, you seem to feel the need to give me a white Easter. WTF? Is this my punishment for not recycling that one bottle last week?
Strange - I was telling my dad that I can't sleep at night, mainly because I hear Glitter Sister whose up all night. My dad told me I should drink wine and smoke a little pot before bed - and meant it.
Stranger - I was almost taken out by a pigeon. As I was walking to my car, I started to open the door when I noticed that a crazed, psychotic pigeon on a direct trajectory toward my forehead. My only thought? After all the crap I've dealt with, this is how I go?? Fortunately, I was able to duck, and the bird nailed the fence behind me instead. Here's a weird thought - is the word "stupid" implied by the word pigeon?
Strangest - I'm addicted to this show on the Discovery Channel called "A Haunting". No, that's not the strange part. Well, maybe it is. You can decide later. Anyhow, the show recreates people's experiences living in haunted houses. Most episodes end with the families fleeing in terror from the house. Usually I have sympathy for these people, but today? Not so much. You see, today's show profiled the stupidest people in America. The couple was looking to buy a house in New England, and the realtor was showing them a 100+ year old fixer-upper. Then came some clues that they should never in a million years buy that house.
Clue #1 - The realtor told them that she'd been in the house once, but would never go back in. She refused to explain.
Clue #2 - The family living in the house had boarded up all the upstairs doors and was living in the living room on mattresses with sheets over the doorways. The family repeatedly told the couple that they were not allowed to go upstairs.
Okay, let's think about this. It's never a good sign when the *realtor*, you know, the person who's trying to sell the house, won't set foot inside. Secondly, even if you don't believe in ghosts, why would you buy a house that a psychotic family has just lived in?! They would know where you live!! They could come back and kill you in your sleep! So anyway, the stupidest people in America buy the house, and of course, the spooks come out to play. A lot of them. The kicker? After the couple had lived there for several years and had been scared out of the wits most days, a realtor came to them with an offer from a man to buy the house for twice what they paid. They turned it down. Come on people! Even if your house isn't haunted, that's a pretty hard offer to pass up. Apparently, after a "successful exorcism", the couple still lives there with their kids. Like I said, normally I have sympathy for these people, but not today. These idiots deserved every ghost, ghoul, and bump in the night they got!
Maybe I'm a bit biased, but isn't he adorable?? His name is Alasdair, and he's the son of one of my best friends. Unfortunately, Alasdair and his family live in California, which is way too far from my house. But the good news is that they're in visiting this week! YAY!!!! The other night, I got to play with Alasdair and hold him. I just love that kid. He's such an easy-going baby, and he's so easy to be around. He's 10 months old, and just learned how to crawl. It's hysterical to watch him. He's pretty mobile, but doesn't quite have it down yet. His dad calls it the "wounded army man crawl". That about covers it, all right. I wish they lived closer so that I could see him more often, but since they can't, I'll just enjoy the time I do have with him. I keep trying to convince his mom to get a blog. That way, I could here all the Alasdair stories she has and see all the pictures. Peer pressure! Maybe one day...*cough* Shelley *cough*
Crap. I hate Wednesdays. I have the most horrible professor in the world. He makes us call him Captain. Yeah. Why you ask? "To show respect for the 3 years I spent overseas defending your freedom." Uh-huh. I have a feeling that by "defending your freedom" he means a nice tour of the Mediterranean. Secondly, he's an NRA instructor. The worst part? He hates liberals and bashes them for all 3 1/2 hours of class. The funniest part? His nose is blue. Literally blue. I'm not quite sure why, but it sure distracts me from learning in his class. You'd think this would be fun. I could so easily torment him, but the problem is that he has the power over my grade. With one swipe of his pen, he could destroy my 4.0. Like I said, crap. The worst part is what he did to me last week. He gave me a B on my speech. This is what he wrote in big bold letters on my paper - BLEEDING HEART LIBERAL. Granted, I am one, but why is that such a bad thing? Why should I be punished for my beliefs when he specifically stated that he was not grading our speeches on ideas? What a turd.
My mom is the best mom in the whole world. Last Saturday, I had to take the Praxis for teaching certification. I had to get up really early, and of course, it had snowed all night. My mom told me the night before that she'd get up and start my car. I told her that she really didn't have to do that. But when I got up, the lights were on downstairs. I figured that she got up, started my car, and went back to bed. When I looked out the window, sure enough, my car had been started. At this point, I'm thinking my mom is a goddess. My car was still covered in snow, but I didn't care because it would be warm when I got in. When I went down to my car, I pulled on the handle to get in, but the car was locked. As I was fumbling for my spare key, I heard a knock...from the inside of the car... and a voice that said "Honey? You have to go in through the back. I'm locked in." My first thought? "Oh dear god, I found Mom." How did my mom get herself locked in my car for 35 minutes you ask? Well, let me explain. My car is old. Really old. The locks freeze when the temperature drops below 30, even if there is no ice. Furthermore, I have a hatchback, but you can't open it from the inside because it's so old. Therefore, when my mom couldn't unlock the doors, she climbed through the hatchback. However, she didn't open it fully, so when she stepped on the back seat, the hatchback slammed shut on her. So, for the next 35 minutes, she was stuck in my car until I rescued her. Here's when I feel really badly. You see, I know the trick to getting out of my car when this happens. I just never shared this information with anybody because I didn't think anyone else would ever need it! I was wrong. When I asked my mom why she didn't use the horn, she said it was 6 am on a Saturday morning and she didn't want to wake the neighbors. Also, she liked the CD I had on. Glad I could accommodate you, Mom. Here's the kicker. After I freed her from my car, she insisted on cleaning my car off, and just told me to do well on my test. Can you see why I now have to get her the best Mother's Day gift EVER????
Overall, I'm pleased with the new look. Every year or so, I get sick of my template and completely change it. It must be the change of seasons. I always do this around the first day of spring. Anyhow, what do you think?
Come on, admit it. You did. This is actually embarrassing. I can't believe that it's been almost a whole year since I last posted. So much has been going on. I'm still working at Barnes & Noble. I also run children's bookclubs at my local library. With all of this, I also decided to go back to school to get certified to teach high school. Sleep is in high demand these days. I'll talk about all this in the coming days. I swear.
Anyhow, I thought about switching to Wordpress. I even went so far as to get an account, but then I figured, why bother? Blogger is more user-friendly, and my blog is already set up. I tried to import this blog into Wordpress, but it refused to let me. Screw it. I'm probably just going to stay with Blogger. However, I did have to upgrade this blog, and in doing so, all of my comments go erased. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. Okay, I'm going to go play with the template some more.
Name: Kim L.
Location: Pittsburgh (Yeah Steelers!!)
Age: 27
Occupation: English Teacher, student
Quote: "Buckle up - it makes it harder for aliens to abduct you." ~bumpersticker
Avoiding: as much stupidity as possible (a Herculean effort)
Lost Prophecies:
Welcome to the one procratination tool I have left. I'm an overworked, underpaid English teacher. I do, however, love my job. Seriously, I really do. Anyhow, this blog started in my grad school days. I'm currently redoing it to reflect my new position in life. Enjoy!
The Faerie Ring:
"Mom" - My mom who is the most wonderful mom in the world! We hang out together and go to craft shows.
"Dad" - My dad who pretends to be a hunter/mountain man. He makes good grouse and is convinced pizza is health food.
"Glitter Sister" - My sister who can be distracted by sale tags and sparkly objects. She's 20.
"Survivor Uncle" - One of my two uncles who feed me on Thursdays while watching Survivor. He likes Donny Osmond a little too much.
"Alliance Uncle" - Survivor Uncle's partner. We have an alliance and kick people off islands.
"The Tilted Dog" - Lucie, the cutest dog in the whole world. She's afraid of the kitchen and likes to chase squirrels. She also leans to the left when she has an ear infection.