I went on a date on Thursday, with that guy I was telling you about last time we talked.
We went rock climbing, and it was great. Like, really great.
That's all I'm going to say about him right now.
Have you heard Florence and the Machine's new album yet? Basically, I love every song, but this is my favorite. I didn't actually watch the video, so if it's weird don't blame me.
Happy Saturday.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
For fun*
Well, I was about to grace your eyes with various pictures of hot male models, but for some reason they just won't upload, so this'll have to do instead:
Auf wiedersehen.
Friday, October 21, 2011
I Totally Just Got Pulled Over Like 10 Minutes Ago
I was on my way home from work.
I was going 35 in a 25 and here is why:
"It Girl" -- ONLY MY FAV SONG OF THE MONTH -- was on so I was blasting it and not paying an ounce of attention to the speedometer on my lil baby kia.
I was so so so nice to that police officer and I didn't cry and I said sorry and I did everything he told me to. And I was so sincere about it.
And guess what.
He could totally tell.
He told me four things:
1. Get a current insurance card......cuz mine expired in September......2010......ya, I'm a little behind I guess. Mom? A little help on that one, por favor?
2. Shred my old expired crap.
3. Drive slower.
4. HAVE A NICE EVENING!!!!
And then he drove away. Boo yes.
First pull over: SUCCESS.
I was going 35 in a 25 and here is why:
"It Girl" -- ONLY MY FAV SONG OF THE MONTH -- was on so I was blasting it and not paying an ounce of attention to the speedometer on my lil baby kia.
I was so so so nice to that police officer and I didn't cry and I said sorry and I did everything he told me to. And I was so sincere about it.
And guess what.
He could totally tell.
He told me four things:
1. Get a current insurance card......cuz mine expired in September......2010......ya, I'm a little behind I guess. Mom? A little help on that one, por favor?
2. Shred my old expired crap.
3. Drive slower.
4. HAVE A NICE EVENING!!!!
And then he drove away. Boo yes.
First pull over: SUCCESS.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Oh Preschool, How I Love Thee
You may be aware of the fact that I am now a legitimate assistant preschool teacher and it is awesome. The kiddos flippin crack me up on a daily basis.
Por ejemplo, the following two quotes were to be heard yesterday morning:
As we were talking about the fact that it was picture day (which I was fully unaware of so I came to school looking like poo and now I'm disgusted), one little boy said, "I'm not going to get my picture taken because my daddy takes better pictures."
And this week's letter is F. So we talked about family. I asked the little girl sitting to my right if she had a family and she said yes. So the girl to the left of me then announced that she had a family. So then I said, "Me too! We all have a family." And the girl to my right said, "Even teachers?!?" She was totally shocked, and then pleased with this discovery and it was so hilarious. Like she thinks we spend our whole lives at the school or something. I guess it makes sense since we are there every time she arrives and we bid her adieu as she walks out the door.
Anyway, they are so cute! And Mexico totally prepared me for this, in some ways. Like snack time. They all get in line to go to the bathroom and wash their hands and things and as they take their turn, they go sit down at the table in front of a snack. And what 3 slash 4 year old child can just sit there in front of food and not eat it? But they are not allowed to eat until every last child is sitting at the table. So I spend like five minutes talking to them about the snack and it's so cool to have them completely wrapped around my finger. Completely wrapped, I tell you.
Last week we had honeycomb (the cereal) for our snack. As a few of them were beginning to sit down, I started my distraction process:
Me: Do you see what is on your napkin? What is that?!
Them: Uummmm.
Me: Is it an apple?
Them: No!!!!! (Then they giggle)
Me: No? Well, then, what is it?
Them: (Silent/deep in thought at my truly thought provoking question, because, in fact, they had no idea what it possibly could be)
Me: Touch it. Does it feel warm? Does it feel warm like soup? Do you think this is soup?
Them: NO!!!! (Giggle their little faces off)
Me: No, soup is wet. Is this wet?
Them: No!
Me: No, it's dry.
Them: It's dry!
Me: Well, why don't you tell me what it is then?
Them: It's an apple! (Giggle because they think they are so funny)
Me: No! We already discovered it's not an apple. What color are apples?
Them: RED!!!
Me: And what color is our snack?
Them: Yellow!
Me: So it can't be an apple. It can't be soup. How about you smell it.
Them: (Smell it to death)
Me: Do you smell that? What does it smell like? Does it smell like honey?
Them: (They're eyes light up because that is EXACTLY what it smells like!) YAA! IT SMELLS LIKE HONEY!!!!
Me: Hmmmm. What makes honey?
Them: Bees!
Me: Where do bees live?
Them: In a beehive!
Me: Yes! In a beehive. Have any of you ever been stung by a bee?
Them: (All raising their hands, and one child proceeds to tell the story of his stinging with eveyone else in rapture)
Me: Ouch! That doesn't feel good to get stung by a bee, does it?
Them: (All cringing) No! It hurts!
Me: So this snack is called honeycomb. Can you all say honeycomb?
Them: Honeycomb!
And by that time, it's snacking begin and I have successfully distracted 13 preschoolers from putting their food in their mouths for five whole mintues. It is awesome. Love it.
Por ejemplo, the following two quotes were to be heard yesterday morning:
As we were talking about the fact that it was picture day (which I was fully unaware of so I came to school looking like poo and now I'm disgusted), one little boy said, "I'm not going to get my picture taken because my daddy takes better pictures."
And this week's letter is F. So we talked about family. I asked the little girl sitting to my right if she had a family and she said yes. So the girl to the left of me then announced that she had a family. So then I said, "Me too! We all have a family." And the girl to my right said, "Even teachers?!?" She was totally shocked, and then pleased with this discovery and it was so hilarious. Like she thinks we spend our whole lives at the school or something. I guess it makes sense since we are there every time she arrives and we bid her adieu as she walks out the door.
Anyway, they are so cute! And Mexico totally prepared me for this, in some ways. Like snack time. They all get in line to go to the bathroom and wash their hands and things and as they take their turn, they go sit down at the table in front of a snack. And what 3 slash 4 year old child can just sit there in front of food and not eat it? But they are not allowed to eat until every last child is sitting at the table. So I spend like five minutes talking to them about the snack and it's so cool to have them completely wrapped around my finger. Completely wrapped, I tell you.
Last week we had honeycomb (the cereal) for our snack. As a few of them were beginning to sit down, I started my distraction process:
Me: Do you see what is on your napkin? What is that?!
Them: Uummmm.
Me: Is it an apple?
Them: No!!!!! (Then they giggle)
Me: No? Well, then, what is it?
Them: (Silent/deep in thought at my truly thought provoking question, because, in fact, they had no idea what it possibly could be)
Me: Touch it. Does it feel warm? Does it feel warm like soup? Do you think this is soup?
Them: NO!!!! (Giggle their little faces off)
Me: No, soup is wet. Is this wet?
Them: No!
Me: No, it's dry.
Them: It's dry!
Me: Well, why don't you tell me what it is then?
Them: It's an apple! (Giggle because they think they are so funny)
Me: No! We already discovered it's not an apple. What color are apples?
Them: RED!!!
Me: And what color is our snack?
Them: Yellow!
Me: So it can't be an apple. It can't be soup. How about you smell it.
Them: (Smell it to death)
Me: Do you smell that? What does it smell like? Does it smell like honey?
Them: (They're eyes light up because that is EXACTLY what it smells like!) YAA! IT SMELLS LIKE HONEY!!!!
Me: Hmmmm. What makes honey?
Them: Bees!
Me: Where do bees live?
Them: In a beehive!
Me: Yes! In a beehive. Have any of you ever been stung by a bee?
Them: (All raising their hands, and one child proceeds to tell the story of his stinging with eveyone else in rapture)
Me: Ouch! That doesn't feel good to get stung by a bee, does it?
Them: (All cringing) No! It hurts!
Me: So this snack is called honeycomb. Can you all say honeycomb?
Them: Honeycomb!
And by that time, it's snacking begin and I have successfully distracted 13 preschoolers from putting their food in their mouths for five whole mintues. It is awesome. Love it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Newman
Tell me this is not precious:
Not twenty minutes ago I was walking home from la escuela in the beautiful sunshine, feeling good about life and looking forward to a long evening of writing a partial research paper. About 40 feet ahead of me was an army dude. About twenty feet ahead of him was a dude in a wheelchair. We were all walking/rolling home from campus. At the same time. In a linear fashion.
Some time passed and I noticed that the army dude was still about the same distance ahead of me, but in his normal walking pace, he naturally came upon the slower moving wheelchair man. So, when the time came for army dude to pass wheelchair dude, I saw something really great.
Army dude began to walk alongside wheelchair dude and make conversation. After a few moments, army dude made his way behind wheelchair dude, took the handles, and began the descent down 800 East. Now, if you don't know, that hill is a beast. A typically (let's be politically correct, now) walking human has trouble enough walking down that thing, but try wheeling a chair down it!
Well this army dude had the heart to make a new friend and do a little service by "pushing" wheelchair man down the hill - which actually required holding him back so he wouldn't go flying out of control.
I, of course, caught up to them in no time, only to hear them having pleasant conversation.
I smiled.
And then I took a pic.
And then I walked behind them all the way down the hill.
Not twenty minutes ago I was walking home from la escuela in the beautiful sunshine, feeling good about life and looking forward to a long evening of writing a partial research paper. About 40 feet ahead of me was an army dude. About twenty feet ahead of him was a dude in a wheelchair. We were all walking/rolling home from campus. At the same time. In a linear fashion.
Some time passed and I noticed that the army dude was still about the same distance ahead of me, but in his normal walking pace, he naturally came upon the slower moving wheelchair man. So, when the time came for army dude to pass wheelchair dude, I saw something really great.
Army dude began to walk alongside wheelchair dude and make conversation. After a few moments, army dude made his way behind wheelchair dude, took the handles, and began the descent down 800 East. Now, if you don't know, that hill is a beast. A typically (let's be politically correct, now) walking human has trouble enough walking down that thing, but try wheeling a chair down it!
Well this army dude had the heart to make a new friend and do a little service by "pushing" wheelchair man down the hill - which actually required holding him back so he wouldn't go flying out of control.
I, of course, caught up to them in no time, only to hear them having pleasant conversation.
I smiled.
And then I took a pic.
And then I walked behind them all the way down the hill.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Working hard or hardly working?*
Pictured above is my uniform for work. Isn't it super cute? It's huge on me, even though it's a small. When they (my superiors) were handing them out, the lady was like, "I think you should probably get a medium." What? Is that a fat joke?In the end, I went with my heart and got a small, if only to preserve my dignity.
Even though the uniform is fugly and I get paid like an illegal immigrant, I still really like my job. Mostly, I just scan tickets as people enter the stadium gates, and say "Enjoy the game." One of the girls who's on my gate (Gate 9, represent.) is super cool and we're basically like this now: X. When the mass of patrons thins out, we pass the time by scoping out hot guys and rating them on our 1-10 scale. Occasionally we also break the rules and sit on the table, because it's reaaally hard to stand up for seven hours strait (uh, HELLO supervisor).
Tonight's game starts at 8:15, which means I won't get home til the ungodly hour of like, 1:00 A.M. That might not sound so ungodly, because we're in college now right?, but it's pretty sketchy to be walking a mile and a half home ALONE at that time. So pray for me.
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