Sunday, July 29, 2007


... with these new shoes. They are my big girl shoes ... part of my effort to build a big girl wardrobe. My mother and sister are going to be so proud!

Saturday, July 28, 2007


Apparently, I am taking cues from Posh Spice these days ... I guess it's just a hint. Loving it, though. Susan the Stylist is a master, is she not?


My friend, Erin, and I were in my new team mate Paul's room the other day. Somehow, in the course of conversation, Erin mentioned that she and her husband Joe were in the process of starting a family.

Paul, being the middle school football coach, replies, "Now, are you just doing drills? Are ya'll in scrimmages?"

Erin thought for a moment and then said, "I guess we're scrimmaging."

"Leave it to Paul to make football an analogy for life," I mumbled as we left his classroom.

Yesterday, however, Erin and I were talking with Kim and Micah, and Kim, mentioned that she and Jay were starting the whole "starting a family" process. So, Erin and I, being Erin and I, said, "Are you doing drills? Or are you scrimmaging?"

Kim laughed. "Well, I think we're actually in the games now. We just keep losing."

"The scores stacked against, Kim?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yes, the scores are stacked against us right now."

Beyond the fact that there are so many women on our staff right now that are pregnant or working on it and I need to make sure I stay away so I don't catch it, I CAN NOT BELIEVE we've all managed to run with Paul's ridiculous football analogy!

I mean, I guess he's on to something. Football may very well be an analogy to life ...


Friday, July 27, 2007


My mother is the reigning Queen of Thrift. As long as I live, she will be the reigning Queen of Thrift, and deservedly so! She and my dad put two girls through private school ... from elementary through college! They did this while trying to build a business, not to mention feeding and clothing the aforementioned girls. According my mother, she wouldn't have been able to do it had she not been SUPER THRIFTY GIRL (insert echoey voice here).

As a result of learning at the feet of THE QUEEN (and, at this point, my mother would say, "FINALLY! She recognizes my royalty!), I've taken on some of her thrifty mores.

For instance, mom subscribes to the theory that if one "wastes not," one never "wants not" (and, of course, my mother has now hit her hand to her head and said, "SHE JUST USED A DOUBLE NEGATIVE!!!). To that end, she would reuse sandwich baggies, plastic forks and spoons, butter tubs ... you name it, that woman can find some sort of creative use for it. My mother was environmentally sound before it was cool to be!

I knew I was in trouble when I found myself at my kitchen sink, one evening, washing out 5 Ziploc baggies. That's when I understood, for certain, the extent to which I'd been imprinted by THE QUEEN.

Last night was READIFEST. This is our traditional before-school session where parents come to meet the teachers, pick up school supplies, and to attend sessions regarding education and children. It's a great program, I have to admit, and to make it easy on parents, our Family and Youth Services office, provides pizza, pop, and cookies so folks can grab a meal while there.

READIFEST came and went, and I realized that I had three FULL, LARGE pizzas sitting in my room. At last count, I am only one person, and I wasn't exactly sure how one person would burn through three pizzas. However, because I knew that somewhere in Michigan, the Queen of Thrift's head might very well explode if I put those three pizzas in the garbage, I took them home, and individually wrapped every two pieces, readying them for the freezing process.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have in my freezer, currently, three gallon-sized freezer bags FULL of pepperoni, sausage and cheese pizza. I suppose I am ready for a food draught or something ... but more importantly, SUPER THRIFTY GIRL, has just received a message regarding my savings on her secret decoder ring, and so, I suppose this gives me some extra points in the REUSE, RECYCLE, REDUCE realm.

Thursday, July 26, 2007


Okay, you've heard me say this before ... I just L.O.V.E.D. my auto mechanic, John, back home. In fact, now that I think about it, LOVED doesn't come close to describing how much I trusted John with my automobile. LOVED is an inadequate term when measuring the fact that if he had told me to paint my truck purple with orange polka dots and change my steering wheel to handle bars with hot pink streamers on either end, I so would have because John is just that good.

He never once laughed at me or rolled his eyes when I came in with the "um, there's this noise coming from my who-gee-whacker-thingy-ma-bob underneath the hood that sounds suspiciously like a cat in heat" complaint. In fact, John would always listen very intently and then say, in a calm, deliberate manner, "Okay. We'll take a look and see what it is."

God bless him! He even drove Little Red around THREE DIFFERENT TIMES, one day, looking for the rattling in the what-cha-ma-call-it.

He's a treasure!!!

Despite my best efforts to woo John to franchise his business and plant an L&L Auto here in Frankfort ... and because, in part, to my proclivity for slamming into inanimate, non-mobile entities recently, I was forced to find a new auto mechanic.

David Toles Auto Pro, folks! They were awesome!! Not only did they fit me in to their already busy day to change my right headlight (not the result of slamming into yet another building, I must stress), but, Mr. Toles, himself, waved at me like an old friend, as I walked across his busy parking lot to drop off my key. He was extremely helpful when quoting me prices for a possible transmission flush or flood or change or something, and Denise, John's sister and business partner, assures me that his prices are very fair.

FINALLY! The man of my dreams ...

Wednesday, July 25, 2007




Command Central ... i.e., the TEACHER ZONE. In other words, stay out!


This is the storage room that has gotten OUT OF CONTROL already ... and school hasn't even started yet. I bought curtains earlier this evening to hide the mess. I know this photo is making my sister's skin crawl ...

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


A friend of mine sent this list to me this morning. I love it! Thought I'd post it. Some of these I've experienced; some of these I'm waiting to experience (like the $20 in the pocket -- mine get spent too rapidly)! Some of these things I remember; some of them I don't. Sad, right? I do remember my first kiss ... ahhhhh ... there's nothing that compares to a first kiss. See? I'm getting all nostalgic now ... anyway. Enjoy the Natural Highs.

1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. A milkshake.
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
15. The beach.
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS.
24. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
25. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
26. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
27. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
28. Playing with a new puppy.
29. Having someone play with your hair.
30. Sweet dreams.
31. Hot chocolate.
32. Road trips with friends.
33. Swinging on swings.
34. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
35. Making chocolate chip cookies.
36. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
37. Holding hands with someone you care about.
38. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
39. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
40. Watching the sunrise.
41. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
42. Knowing that somebody misses you.
43. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
44. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.

Monday, July 23, 2007


My ding-dang right-side headlight decided to die today. Grrrrr! EVERYTHING is falling apart on this truck, it would seem.

Okay, well, maybe not everything. Still, after paying for a $50 oil change the other day (don't even get me started), and then finding out that I need some thing flushed or flooded or whatever in my transmission AND something done with my rear differential (whatever the heck that is), I just wonder when I can stop paying for stuff ...

Whatever happened to saving? Hmmm? When did that concept become passe'?

The good news is that my classroom is ALMOST done. Refer to photos below ...


I feel like I am the one that must meet Voldemort and destroy him! I mean, from the moment I opened the front cover, I've been on edge ... cagey ... I guess that is the sign of an extremely well-written novel!


Back to my reading ...

Sunday, July 22, 2007


I don't know how it happened, but this dress is two sizes (yes, I said T.W.O.) smaller than what I have been wearing lately.

Of course, I bought it!!!!!

Isn't it cute?


I just finished reading Sarah Strohmeyer's book The Cinderella Pact. It's a great read, if you've not picked it up. SOOOOOO funny! And, it so mirrors my life, it's not even funny.

The funny thing is that I gathered a lot of inspiration from Nola Devlin, the unlikely heroine of the story. Without going into a huge, long, convoluted diatribe, let's just say that I learned a lot about myself through Nola's *HILARIOUS* journey through the book. Nola and I are soul sisters!
So, here's my favorite quote: "This is why I love life. You come for the love, you stay for the irony."

Ain't that the truth?

Quote from Sarah Stromeyer's book THE CINDERELLA PACT, chapter 38, page 281.


... this would be the reason why!!!!!

Friday, July 20, 2007


I can't find my "I'm a Michigan Kid" bulletin board supplies that I KNOW I put in a safe location at the end of the school year in June!


Thursday, July 19, 2007


You've just got to read the blog of my friend, Elly. Her blog entry "John and the Mystery Burrito" is a real insight into the male thought-process. Mind you, I still don't get men AT. ALL., but still, it provides a picture of what they are thinking ... good stuff!


I came blowing into Erin's classroom yesterday and announced to both she and Christy, "You will NEVER guess what I just did?!"

Erin put her hands on her hips and said, "Megan, you're such a mess! What?"

"Well, I was pulling into a parking spot in the Itty Bitty Prep parking lot, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I smacked right into the building and scraped the front of my truck!! I swear I need to hand my car keys into someone and start walking!"

Christy and Erin, being the supportive friends that they are, started laughing uproariously, and, once she'd caught her breath, Erin choked out, "You really ARE a mess!"

Today, on my way to the Farmer's Market (and then to my classroom), a guy came within a foot (I swear to you on a stack of freakin' Bibles!!!) of broad-siding me!

It's as if I've got some freakishly LARGE bulls-eye on my truck with at neon sign above it, pointing in blinking letters: "DEMOLISH ME!"

What is going on in the universe right now? Really!?

The good news is that the little black storm cloud hanging over my bed yesterday grew bigger and actually covered ALL of Frankfort. With it, came rain, which, I've got to say, has been a good thing. Now, if it cools things down, I will be a happy girl!

In other news, I discovered more of my classroom floor, and, I've got to tell you, it's filthy! I am not sure when the custodians will be around to vacuum it -- seeing as someone has decided, with two weeks left until school starts, to rearrange lockers all over the building.

The bad news is that I am almost completely out of space to store crap. I think, I need to go through it all again (not now, of course), and do a second THROW OUT.

I am sooooo sick of pawing through crap. Sick, sick, sick ...

Wednesday, July 18, 2007



My mother pointed out that in this day and age of googling and researching, one never knows who is reading my blog. So, airing my gripes about people could be potentially dangerous. So, I need to add this disclaimer ...

My rant earlier? That was AN OVERLOAD of stress taking form ... rearing it's ugly head in my writing.

I'm all better now ...


I woke up in a mood ... like an ugly, black, storm cloud hovering over my head. Even Maddie the Cat sensed the cloud, because she sort of left me alone when I stumbled out of bed.

So, it's because of this foul mood that I even dare dredge up this question. Normally, this wouldn't even be something I would care two hoots about ... not even on my radar. I'd sort of put it to the back of mind, actually, until day four of my PAWING THROUGH OTHER TEACHER'S CRAP!

I want to know ... When a guy goes through all the trouble of putting a phone number, THAT HE HAS ASKED FOR, into his cell phone and then never calls ... what is that?
  1. A pity ask?
  2. An obligation because his friend introduced him to the girl, and he didn't want to appear rude?
  3. A clueless guy that just doesn't get it?
  4. A ding bat?
  5. A "I'll just use her as a back-up girl" sort of guy?

That last option makes my blood boil. As I waited for the coffee fairy to bring me my coffee (he never came and that pissed me off even further), I created an entire conversation in my head .. you know the one where you call upon your inner Julia Sugarbaker (a nod to Designing Women, for those that are sitting there going, huh?) ... A "I am NO ONE'S back-up girl. NO ONE'S! I fell into that role once ... got my heart broken ... WON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN" sort of conversation.

In my mind, I was on a roll, too. I was fired up. I was fussing at him, but I was articulate and brash and corrosive and I nailed him right between the eyes!

Yep, I am in a mood, all right. I've donned the gloves today, man! I think I would fight to the death for the last hard, stale french fry underneath the driver's seat, if it came to it. Darn it, my weird, new PostPMS!!!!!

Still, anyone out there interested in answering my question?


She did it, folks. My neighbor down the way, that has had no less than 8 Frankfort police officers to her house for domestic violence calls, has invited the One-Armed Man back to live with her. He came "home" last week, and, apparently, he moved his crap, including his stupid mud-bogging truck on stilts, back in this week.

I DO NOT understand it. Really. What possesses a person to invite a person BACK into your life after he's threatened you, hurt you, made you feel like dirt? I don't get it.

Now, don't get me wrong. I COMPLETELY understand the need for relationship. I understand, implicitly, the desire each one of us has to be in relationship with other human beings. In our very basic fiber is woven this desire for human contact. In a few words, that is the way we were wired.

And trust me when I tell you, I've made MANY, MANY mistakes with men. Probably one of the reasons I am still single ... but I don't understand the mind set that says, "I'm better off being beaten than I am being single."

Anyway, I am crawling off of my soapbox now.

I suppose the up side to this is that I will at least get to see a few more Men in Blue. That should be entertaining, right?

Monday, July 16, 2007


Warning: these photos are not for the faint of the organizational heart.

BEFORE: This was what my classroom looked like today when I walked in at 9:30 a.m. ... after three days of working on it. That is truly sad, is it not?

After 8 hours of work, this is the end result. I am trying to decide if it looks any better. Hey! I know! You could all play "WHAT'S MISSING FROM THIS PHOTO?"
Ann helped me organize my last classroom, and I know she is sitting at her computer right now WISHING she could come and help me with this mess. Aren't you, Annie?


Anyone who knows me well at all, knows that sending me this catalog was more of a gargantuan joke than a serious venture into acquiring me as a new customer.

Sunday, July 15, 2007



Just about every Sunday, I make a sojourn to Starbucks and treat myself to some sort of yummy coffee treat. I have to keep my visits limited to Sundays because otherwise, with the amount I could potentially spend, I might come close to owning a large portion of the franchise. Not fiscally responsible on a teacher's budget.

I had a taste for an Orange Creme something or another, but when I stepped into the Starbucks, my eyes were drawn to the following photo: I mean, who could resist a Raspberry Mocha Frappuccino Blended Coffee?

Not me, that's who!

I decided to get the lite version sans whipped cream because, well, I felt like HALF the caloric intake for the entire week would be better than my WHOLE caloric intake for the entire week.

It was soooooo good! I HIGHLY recommend this drink. H.I.G.H.L.Y.

In other news, no one consulted me. This makes me slightly cross. No one consulted me when deciding when, exactly, to begin the resurfacing project on E. Main Street. E. Main is the most direct route for me to get from home to school and from school to home. Currently, E. Main is a M.E.S.S., and from the looks of things, the M.E.S.S. will continue when we begin school on August 1st. This means, I will have to take another route ... a route that will take me slightly out of my way ... a route that could add another five minutes onto my commute, such as it is. At this point, my sister is banging her head on her computer desk and cursing my name due to the fact that she has a 25 minute commute that annoys that crap out of her. She has no sympathy for me, I know this. It doesn't matter. I've got my current commute down to a fine science! This resurfacing project will throw a huge jack-hammer (in keeping with the road construction theme) in my works. Grrrr ....

Saturday, July 14, 2007


Just so you are all well informed, freshly waxed floors, rain puddles, and flip-flops without traction are NEVER a good combination. N.E.V.E.R.

I went into school yesterday to try to work through the "aftermath of teacher crap explosion" that is my classroom. I happily bounced up the steps, open the door into the building, hit those shiny, new floors with my traction-less flip-flops, and, well, let's just say there were a lot of arms and legs flailing about, and it ended with a thunderous crescendo on the floor, on my left hip, buttock, thigh, and wrist. Ouch! What hurt worse was my ego, because witnessing the whole, ugly scene, was my new principal and the newest addition to our janitorial staff.

Oh well, I guess my principal better understand right now what he's getting into with me on staff. It's best not holding anything back, don't you agree.

Of course, my principal threatened to have the whole thing replayed, from the security cameras, on the first day of school. I mean, why not, right!? Put it on a billboard, for heaven's sake! If we're going to do it, let's do it up right!

Funny thing, though ... the doormat magically appeared in front of the door a few hours after my little skating routine. I think I at least deserve a 9.9 in score! It was, after all, a gold medal routine.

Thursday, July 12, 2007


Taken on the Battlefield at Perryville


Photo from the Battlefield at Perryville, KY


The following is a quote from my father. We all witnessed a squirrel chasing his girlfriend around an oak tree on the side of the "paved mule trail" (as my dad likes to refer to the rural roads down here), when, in a fit of passion, the squirrel ran out into the road and right into the path of my parents' oncoming mini-van.

"Well, that squirrel had his mind on too much sex and not enough safety. He should have been practicing safe sex."

My father, the man with a thousand words of wisdom ...

Monday, July 09, 2007


I went to my very first dental appointment down here in Kentucky, and this is what I found out. I need a new bite splint, to the tune of $355. The old one doesn't fit anymore [in fact, I think I threw it out], and my jaw is now popping and cracking and "deviating to the left." I'm no dentist, but deviating can NEVER be good.

Also, I need to have my wisdom teeth need to be taken out ... by an oral surgeon. A.) That sounds expensive ... B.) That sounds painful ... C.) It sounds like a few days of recovery ... especially when the dental hygienist points to the bottom left one and says to me, "See this wisdom tooth right here? Yeah, it's not suppose to be laying on its side like that."

I didn't have just one set of Xrays taken. No, no. I had a new panoramic Xray also, because, apparently, I look like I am rolling in $100 bills!

Good times ...

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Friday, July 06, 2007

The parental units are in town for a week and a half or so. I've been really pulling out all the stops as far as my cooking goes. Oh, I can cook, don't get me wrong. I'm just usually pretty lazy when it's just me.

Yesterday, we decided to grill a sirloin steak we'd picked up at Frankfort's Farmer's Market, and to go with it, I made a killer salad ... mixed greens, cukes, green peppers (all fresh from the farmer's market), green onions, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds, all topped with shredded cheese.

I placed the salad on the table and sat down for a few minutes to catch some of the news (and wait for the meat to grill away). Soon after, I started hearing this tinkling noise, like a soft, little bell. I sat for a minute or two trying to figure it out. Then some movement caught my attention, and I turned to witness Maddie the Cat, on the dining room table, eating the shredded cheese OFF OF THE SALAD -- her kitty collar bell knocking on the glass salad bowl as she gorged!

Thank goodness I was serving family, and we were all so ravenous we just didn't care ...

Sunday, July 01, 2007


I have developed an immunity to my deodorant. Of all the immunities that I could develop, one to my deodorant is not necessarily a good thing. In fact, one might even hazard a guess that developing an immunity to one's deodorant is a very bad thing. Besides, who knew one could even develop such a condition. I suppose, in the whole grand scheme of developing stuff, this is one of the better conditions in which to develop ...

Now, I must begin the arduous, and quite possibly, odoriferous task of finding a new deodorant. What a big, fat drag!

In other news, I witnessed a gentleman get out of his Toyota truck this afternoon with a parrot on his shoulder. Then, he walked around the other side of his truck and helped his other passenger out ... a cockatiel. The three of them walked to the coffee house and grabbed a latte, because that, my friends, is what you do on a Sunday afternoon in Frankfort, Kentucky.