-It's February vacation week. I love vacation week. Number 1 reason I'm glad I chose teaching as a profession....does it make me a bad person that I choose that over the whole "rewarding" part?
-I love mornings. I am 100% NOT a night-person. Some people say they are both, and I cannot say that about myself. It is Sunday morning and I woke up on my own, ready for the day to begin, at 5:34. So I read. And had breakfast. Now I am blogging. Okay fine, the reason I got up at 5:34 was partly because I went to bed at 9. But partly because give me a break, I get up then for school every day. But to re-emphasize, I am a morning person. This puts great pressure on me when my friends that don't know me THAT well want to hang out and I have no choice to go to bed early. This is something I stress about every now and then.
-I have wanted to get my eyebrows plucked for a number of weeks now and every time I go past the place I come up with a couple of excuses....
*I don't have cash and it's just awkward to figure out giving the tip via debit card.
*I still haven't wrapped my brain around how much I should give as tip, and when or how to do it.
*I don't FEEL like being in pain and crying in front of a complete stranger.
*I'm lazy.
*But pretty much again, who is in a rush to literally have hair plucked out of their skin?
-I am so glad to be running again. I was told not to run this whole past week and then yesterday morning we met as the North Shore Team in Training group for the first time to run. I was given the blessing to run with the team for 4 miles and it felt SO GOOD!!! Running is definitely my drug. And I am addicted. Good thing I'm training for a marathon.
-Ironically, I've been running less since signing up for a marathon. And it will continue to be that way. Weird.
-Amy and I have been planning since yesterday to pick up an iced coffee and glazed chocolate donut on our way to UConn to watch the women play later today....and I've been SO excited about it ever since. And I'm not 8-years-old....isn't that something you'd look forward to as a child? Not a "mature" 24-year-old? Hm.
-My room is a mess. And it has been for the past forever. And recently I looked around and made a mental note of how much important paperwork is scattered all over the place, some opened and some still in their envelopes untouched. I hate paperwork and I hate taxes and budgeting and having to take care of money. So much that I haven't been. Can't it just magically take care of itself? I've recently tried to be good and do things like push "yes" when the gas station thing asks me if I want a receipt, with the intention that I will hold onto this for later. Later when I sit down with a low bun, collared shirt, and a cup of tea with classical music in the background. And then, when I'm in mature mode, balance my checkbook and just be 100% mature for a little bit. But instead I find myself having dropped my receipt when taking my Lip Smackers chapstick (the kind with the sparkly jewel on the cap) out of my fleece pocket. While stalking people on Facebook I have a high bun, ratty hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and hot chocolate...and High School Musical is playing in the background. See how this whole maturity thing is asking way too much from me? So. Anyway. Hugs and high fives. It is just a plain good idea.
*You know when you have made a great purchase? I try to be good with my money but I, like so many people, can be very careless. And I think we're so quick to be conscious about how much money we've spent, rather on the quality purchase we've made. Which, I do think, is a good thing. It would be bad to be careless with money and not think about the money that we've spent. But sometimes I think we're so aware of the money we've spent that we forget how awesome the purchase was. A particular purchase I'm thinking about is one I made last weekend at Marshall's. I paid $54 for 2 pairs of pants/capris. And I was immediately thinking, "ouch, $54." But then again, I bought 3 pairs of pants! (I would like to share as side note that every time I try and type "pairs" I type "paris" by accident. This is either a sign that I need a vacation somewhere far away, or I need a man. Or I need a vacation somewhere far away with a man. Perfect. Oh, maaannnnn!?!?!? Where are you!?!?!? But you have to be hooOOoottttttt!!?!? 'Cuz Phebe said you woooouuullldd beeeeeeeee.....!!!!?!???) ANYWAY. The pants. Two were long pants, one a little bit dance-pant tight around the arse (oh yes I did), and the other like that but the cool-wicking material so good for running. And yesterday I wore them on the run and I felt like I had nothing on. I mean, you know what I mean. I didn't have to pull them down constantly, or rearrange or pick a wedgie. They were perfect. And I felt girlie. Always a good thing, since I am one. The last pair I bought (that time I typed in correctly...probably because pari wouldn't be a fun place to go) were capris, and were for running outside. Anyway. Great purchases. GREAT purchases. I will continue to frequent Marshall's for most of my running gear.
*I recently finished putting together 100 support letters and they are ready to be sent out. And everyone who reads this will probably get one, so be ready. Well, actually, Susie, you're not getting one. Team in Training gave me a packet of people that I could think about sending a letter to and it was everyone under the sun. From someone more expected, like your aunt, to those who you'd hesitate sending them to, like the person you go to for a fake and bake tan. Other crazy ones were the person you bought your pool from, your dishes from, your septic guy, etc. etc. They did not mention the person you stalk via blog. So...if you feel left out let me know. I will get you one:)
*I love good oranges. I had a good orange yesterday and it was SO GOOD. I think that fruit is really underrated. I've read a lot recently that a large percentage of people don't get their daily requirement of 5 fruits and vegetables daily. How could they not when they are so tasty!?!? I mean, I guess oranges are an obvious one. Sweet? GOOOOOD. Orange? GOOOOOOD. Citrusy? GOOOOOD. But why don't more people know about broccoli and hummus? And sweet potato fries? And grape tomatoes with cottage cheese? I am not in any way saying I'm a perfect eater. That is the farthest from the truth you will be for awhile if you made that assumption. Because if it's there, I will eat it. Don't even get me started. But mmmMMmmm produce. It's just so GOOD!
*I think the reason I loved the 25 random things about you on Facebook was because I could write random fact after random fact. As I have done for you this morning. I think I might keep this up more often.
*Happy freaking Valentine's day yesterday. What a stupid holiday. And I'm not saying this because I'm single, I promise. I embrace my singleness. Well, I guess that is a smidgen of a lie. While I'm totally happy being single, I realize that I have started to try and catch glimpses of more left-handed ring fingers lately. I guess I'm secretly against the holiday suddenly because the elementary school party was non-existent for me on Friday. This is the first year I've been part of an elementary school and have not had a Valentine's party. You know the ones I'm talking about, with the brown lunch bags that have red, pink, and white pom poms, felt, and heart cut-outs messily placed all over. And in the morning you bring in your ziploc bag with Tweety Bird cards that say things like, "Tweety thinks you're a sweety" (I just made that up...I should quit my day job...after I finish my free grad classes) or "Be mine, valentine". And if they are popular valentines, they have a foil-wrapped Dove chocolate scotch taped to the card. And then during the day when you have to do work you eye your own bag that is bulging with potential. Every now and then a boy or girl will non-chalantly walk over to his/her bag and look in. And then it comes. You've had your cafeteria lunch of chicken pattie or meatloaf, and the lunch ladies made special heart-shaped red jello with a dollop of gross whipped cream on top. You've played the Valentine's Day themed tag game in gym. And you still have the anticipation of your beloved brown lunch bag. The party begins and you eat a grocery store sugar cookie with pink icing that's made of nothing but sugar and red dye. And you drink Juicy Juice, fruit punch flavor. There is fun music in the background. Everyone is sitting at their desks (organized chaos is what we call it) and opens their bags. At this elementary age, being asked to be Johnny's valentine isn't weird at all because there was a rule that if you brought in valentines you had to have one for everyone. Of course Johnny probably put up a fight about giving them to the girls because they have cooties. But his mom reminded him of the rule. You get about 8 valentines that are like the ones I described above. Scotch taped to the Batman valentine (which is obviously from a boy) is a pixie stick. Or Susie gave out Cinderella valentines that came with a little place to stick in a lollipop. Some ask you to be someone's valentine, some say you're sweet as candy. And that reminds you that there is candy to be eaten and you eat the candy while you make glimpses at the cards that were not attached to a bag of sweetheart hearts, planning to throw them out as soon as you get home. You see the 5 HUGE heart-shaped boxes of chocolates your teacher got and immediately can't wait to be a grown-up and be a teacher. For the sole reason that you will get chocolate from your kids. You say an obedient "thank you" to each classmate when you open his/her valentine, some being more forced than others. You go home with left-over sugar in the corners of your mouth and a stomach ache. Another successful valentine's day party...
...I guess we've gotten to the bottom of why I think valentine's day is a stupid holiday this year.
How 'bout that trip to Paris with a hot man?
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