Breakfast of Champions

Those of you that know me well, know that I am not much of a morning person. And it is a little harder to control my nasty thoughts at the top of the morning, especially if I haven't had breakfast yet or done the crossword. But because I was too lazy to go the day before, I was forced to go to the store this morning at the crack of dawn to do a bulk shop for a food lab. While there, my tummy was a grumblin' and all I had was pancakes on the brain. I knew I had some fruit and milk for a smoothie at school to be whipped up as soon as I was done. So I hurried through my list and headed to checkout. But as I stood in the checkout lane I couldn't help but question the breakfast the person in front of me was purchasing: a pack of gum, 1/2 Litter of Diet Coke and 1/2 litter of vodka. And as terrifying as it was to witness, my next thought was "That woman probably just dropped her kid off at school to attend my class. "
Note of the Day:
As a general rule, I try not to judge people. But sometimes I can't help myself. And the rest of the time, well, it usually ends up happening anyway. That's why I like my friends. If I am going to judge you, I can usually tell you to your face that I think you are crazy. But the rest of those lunatics out there, I have to smile and wait my turn at the checkout line

Show me the money! Wait, I am a teacher.

The last year has been a tough one for me. A lot of soul searching and contemplating on what I am meant to do in life can get tiring. My husband has been really supportive of me, considering he was the soul supporter and he had to watch me sit on the couch every day doing crosswords and whining a lot (which doesn't sound helpful, but it was important to clear my mind and help me figure things out. No really, I am serious). I often say he isn't patient, but I think the last year has proved me wrong. And though a slept a lot and was relatively useless during my time off, I think I finally figured it out. I want to teach. So after weeks in a classroom as a substitute teacher, and interviewing, and waiting even longer an answer, it became official on Friday. I was offered a position at a Junior High teaching Family and Consumer Sciences for next school year. I am really excited. I am going to be teaching Life Skills (budgets, careers, nutrition, cooking) and Clothing Construction to 7th and 8th graders. The people at the school from the staff to the kids, and even the parents, have been really welcoming and supportive of me. And now I get to spend the summer working on my lesson plans and practicing recipes and sewing for lessons. Sound boring to some of you, but I am totally psyched. I like to make soundtracks for a lot of monumental moments in my life (I guess I should call them playlists now that I am an iPod junkie) and I am thinking it is about time to capture my last year in tunes. I think this playlist will have to end with "Hot for Teacher" by Van Halen.

Getting over Heidi

There is something about the Hills that I can't get over. I love the show. I can't wait to watch it on my Tivo the next day. I am over thirty and still glued to my MTV. I know the acting is poor (wait, acting? I thought this was reality TV?), and I know the script isn't all that great. But there is at least one line every show that I crave to hear, and can't stop pondering until the next episode. Is it normal to feel Lauren's hostility and completely understand it? I wonder if every girl has had these same experiences, and if they too, thrive to see someone else go through it and see how she handles it, and what could I have done differently. I ridiculously rehash old friendships in my brain through the entire show, and feel my heart go through a whirlwind of emotions that I thought were long and buried. One wise friend told me that it sounds like I need to forgive myself for some things I can't get over. I know she is right, and am working on it. But is it silly that I am using the Hills to help me with it? I dread the day the show goes off the air. It is my most favorite (and cheapest) form of therapy, and a guilty pleasure. I crave it. It heals me. Rock on Lauren. And Spenser, well, he'll always be an a*&hole. I don't need Lauren to see that.