Homelessness

Why the long face?

I am in four classrooms.
I am sad.
Look at all the crap I have.


Crap, crap, and more crap... Luckily, I also have Barkley who won't let me be sad for too long.


This is why I like dogs.

Dogs Rule the World

# of cute dogs rescued from certain tragedy today: 1

Less is Always More...

Oh dear. Billie Joe Armstrong, I have a message for you. Elizabeth Taylor called, and she wants her eyeliner back. I mean, really. Daryl pointed out that the celebrities that I like almost always end up wearing eyeliner at some point in their career. At first I was very reluctant to see his point, but now I realize he may be right. Mark McGrath, Cesar Millan (the dog whisperer), and Billie Joe. What is going on? Let's make on thing clear. Boys should never under any circumstance own an eyeliner pencil let alone use it. No, no, no. Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean that the rules can change for you either. The rules are the rules. I'm sorry. Billie Joe, if you're reading my blog today, just realize that you have your own hotness and that you don't need make-up. Your hotness is an entity in and of itself, and it needs no enhancement. For goodness sake. For the record, it has not been confirmed that Cesar Millan wears any eye make-up. It is Daryl's theory only. Perhaps he just has nice eyes all on his own. However, since Daryl is usually right about these things, I won't say too much. Peace out.

Sandy's Core Spinning Faster Than Crust

Today I read an online article about how the earth's core is spinning, yes spinning, faster than the crust. Who knew that the earth had a part that could spin independently of the rest? I guess it makes sense that the inside would be spinning since the outside spins. I just never thought about it. And faster? Who knew? Probably Kelly did since she took that crazy class and learned all about geology. Crusty Article (for those who care).
So, I got to thinking that my brain spins pretty fast too. Like, I think all these thoughts. I can think up about 20 different things I could be doing right now. But, my outside goes real slow. Maybe I'll get one of those 20 things done today. That's why I really love naps. My brain can spin as fast as it wants and maybe I'll fall asleep, maybe I won't, but my outside doesn't have to do a damn thing. It just lays there. My brain is so ambitious...
I wish there was some way to add some ambition to my outside, you know. I'd just like to give it some kind of fighting chance to keep up with my brain. Like, when my brain says, "Sandy, you should drag up your teaching supplies from the basement and since you won't have a classroom this year, organize everything into the spare bedroom to make a super-cool office," I could actually get up and do that. How do I make myself more productive? I mean, besides taking speed or something awful. The rehab wouldn't be worth it. I've already weighed the consequences...and I'm pretty sure I've seen some people on some sort of speed...including mothers of my students. It's a little too much ambition if you ask me. Sort of like when you open the door to the dryer and the clothes just keep on spinning for a few seconds longer.

Am I Evil Enough?

Yesterday Daryl and I were watching Sex in the City (the PG...except they did show one butt, which isn't very PG... TBS version) and I said, Samantha is so evil, but I love her.
Why do you love her?, asked Daryl.
Because she is so evil.
So, I started to wonder about my own level of evilness...When was the last time I did something to get revenge? Boy, I can't even think of the last time. I think being a teacher has made me soft. That's no good. If I could up my evil level a little bit, I think people would like me slightly more...maybe even respect me.
People could say, Oh, ask Sandy about that...she's pretty insidious. That's gonna be the new Sandy for 2006...I can feel it now.
Muhahahaha....
Okay. I have to go read Pigman now.

I guess I'm not that old...

Today I went to school to see if I could get some work done. School doesn't start for another week and a half, but I'm really a go-getter if you haven't noticed. I discovered several obstacles as I tried to make my way to the main office. I could only find one open door...the rest were marked with signs warning of construction danger. Yes, school does start in a week and a half. So, I go in and several parent volunteers mistake me for a student and try to give me my schedule and books. I find out that there is no way to get to the main office from there due to the construction, so I go back out and drive around to the receiving room door. In the office they give me a key to my room. Which room is it? They're not sure. Why don't I go upstairs and try the room I had last year? And if that doesn't work, try some other doors. Ok. They think that I'll be able to get by the construction mess. I go upstairs and head toward my old room and get yelled at by a janitor who thinks that I am student wandering around looking for my locker. I'm a teacher, I say. Oh, well, you still can't be up here. What a bunch of liars they are down in the office. Then, I went over to the middle school where there is far less construction and no one mistook me for a student. Ha-Rah.

Do you like my dad's birthday monkey? I do.

I'm Old

Well, as I was saying before the &%* computer deleted all my stuff when I tried to spell check, I'm old today. There's no stopping me. I just feel that way. I started feeling old a little while ago and it just hasn't stopped. Today I feel especially old because I'm going to Kim's baby shower (Kim is a friend from MSU). My (younger) brother tried to make me feel better by saying, "Don't worry. One of my friends has a three year old kid." Really, that just makes me feel older, not better. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually. Do you like Uncle David's monster melon? I do.

My first attempt at blogging

Blogging isn't going so well for me. I mean, it's alright but I just wrote all this stuff and accidentally deleted it when I tried to check my spelling.