We shop at target, we shopLIFT at walmart... cuz its better quality...

FIRST: I would like to say a special THANKYOU, and I LOVE YOU.. to all freinds and family that tried heroically to leave me a message on my birthday. It was a crazy day. I was at school for about 16 hours of it, and I accidentally left my phone home to my great frustration. Apart from the beautiful messages left me, the high points of the day, were, 2 unique renditions of happy birthday soul-style by one of my girls, and then an authentic feliz cumpleanos sung by one of my boys. The low point of the day, apart from being at school from 5am-9pm, skipping the headache and nausea, was when one of the parents tore me up for a seemingly small matter. Awesome. All in all... its over.

I would now like to expand upon the title. Me and my new roomie Katy went to the walmart the other day to buy a few items and get pedicures (yes the first one i've ever gotten) We checked out through the self-checkout and went over to the nail salon. I remembered as I walked away that i needed my receipt, but by the time i got back to my aisle, it was long gone. oh well. On to a pedicure. It was nice, and my toes are pretty. So with big smiles me and katy wend our way towards the doors. We were both surprised to be acosted by the 90 year old greeter, as she seized our bags with lightning speed and demanded to see our reciepts. I didn't have mine and explained that to her, while taking my bag back. She ripped it from my hands and muttered that I didn't buy the merchandise and she began puttering away, to ... somewhere else. Confused i followed after her where she threw my bag at the customer service desk saying, "she doesn't have a reciept. she didn't buy these" Me asking when i can have my bag back.... the ordeal begins. Because we got pedicures, everyone who had been working before was gone now, because it was a new shift, so me and katy have to sit and wait while the security officers look through all the tapes of the registers for the past hour. Me and Katy are further outraged as we watch every other person under the sun walk out of walmart without being stopped by the formerly mentioned greeter. She wisely stayed far enough away all i could do was shout.. "HEY, WHY DON:T YOU MAKE SURE THEY'RE NOT SHOPLIFTING!?" When the security guard came back a while later he confirmed to us what we already knew, that I had in fact paid for the items. We asked him quizzically, "Do you really think if we were going to shoplift we would A- do it from walmart, B- bag the items, C-go get pedicures before we leave, and D-hang around for a half hour.!!?" We told him we were offended and DEMANDED to speak to management.
He went and got management, and we got an apology, but the best part was when katy said to the latin security guard, and the black manager: "We are being discriminated against because we are white, blond, and female. AND your treating us like we are five... Are you 5 jo?? didn't think so. I"m offended."
YAY. So yes, we shop at the target. We shoplift at the walmart.

Last but not least. (sorry for such a long post) This morning before church me and Katy looked at each other and smiled, commenting on how different we were, and different we looked. She in her sheek business pinstriped suit, me in my hippie flower thingy. At church, ONLY 6 people asked: So are you guys TWINS???,, SISTERs then? NO? not EVEN SISTERS?? Then you must be related, or have been friends for a VERY long time... 3 weeks? but you two are SO similiar!!

So, I would like a vote: TWINS, Sisters, or ER?, I vote: Er?

growing up is so cliche...

I feel obligated to make a record on the last day of this year. August 22nd is notoriously the saddest day of the year for me. I would like to submit that due to the intense nature of the year to date... today aint makin the usual ripples i'm used to. I'm pretty sure tomorrows not even going to phase me. I havn't decided how old i'll be. Its been a toss up between 15 and 100, my kids suggested 115, but i just laughed... thats WAY too OLD! i think i'll have to settle with 100, i do like that number, and i think i'll get cheaper meals. Oh, and social security. so, its cool.
i think this picture captures how I feel...
time to let go.

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

School started earlier this week, Monday to be exact. Nervous nervous nervous. I guess i'm nervous about the new kids, (girls this time), new classroom, new equipment, new subject, new school, new coworkers, new school district, new state, new, new, new, new.... did i mention i just moved here? Every one of the previously mentioned new things has a list of requirments and expectations for me to meet...... IMMMEEDIATLEY!!!.
I'm so stressed i can't see. I guess i would rather be busy stressed then, nothing to do stressed... so, i'm steppin up on the stress levels.
I will be moving today, moving is what I do best. Last night while we moved my furniture it was 104 degrees. It was smart of us to wait until 10 pm to do it. This is a crazy place.

My kids rock the party that rocks the party. I think I like them all very much. Plus there are a lot of cool people working closely with me... I'm pretty sure the year is going to be awesome, and I hope i can see straight for part of it!

And i quote the weather lady....

Metro Phoenix forecast




Sat Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
104 98 97 99 102 104 105 107

"We are in for some Mild temperatures. It will be a cool beginning to the week, before temps start to warm back up..."


Break out your turtlenecks kids... its going to be a cold one.

"Oh, I thought you were a student..."

No, really, its a compliment almost always. It just seems less of a compliment when it is proceeded by a long hard disdainful look up and down, delivered at the same time as the wet noodle handshake, that seems like they're trying to grip less to avoid a terrible disease. This comment was then followed by other such complimentary questions as: "So this must be your first year teaching then?" or "How old are you?..... no really?" "Digital Photography? Figures. I guess the students will love you." WOW. You also need to imagine their voice, rough, abrasive, and slightly colorless.... not nice....And then my mind speeds backwards in time to earlier that morning at the complimentary breakfast, and how many of the people I smiled at glared back distastfully at me, and now i understood. They thought i was a student stealing their food, just packin it back. Nice.
The majority of my brandnew faculty are completely amazing, and accepting, and exciting, and wonderful. But there was a surprising number that were not very tactful to say the least. As I say, it is a compliment to be mistaken for a student,, I could just do without the glare, its quite bright, hurts my eyes.

Besides... earth time is just earth time anyway...