Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

February 27, 2006

Age is only a number

Just because Leesa has the best links. I was so close at being younger than everyone. Damn! I don't know if I should feel old or young. I'll go with young.

You said your birthday is ...
which means you are 25 years old and about:

63 years 9 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 89
59 years 1 month younger than Nancy Reagan, age 84
56 years 2 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 81
48 years 11 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 74
46 years 9 months younger than Larry King, age 72
40 years 6 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 66
37 years 1 month younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 62
34 years 1 month younger than George W. Bush, age 59
29 years 1 month younger than Jesse Ventura, age 54
24 years 10 months younger than Bill Gates, age 50
20 years 0 months younger than Cal Ripken Jr., age 45
14 years 2 months younger than Mike Tyson, age 39
10 years 1 month younger than Jennifer Lopez, age 35
4 years 8 months younger than Tiger Woods, age 30
1 year 10 months older than Prince William, age 23

and that you were:

21 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
19 years old on the first day of Y2K
17 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
14 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
13 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
12 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center
10 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
9 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
5 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
3 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
2 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
not yet 1 year old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.

** Entertainment **

47 years 6 months younger than Yoko Ono, age 73
39 years 3 months younger than Bob Dylan, age 64
37 years 1 month younger than Mick Jagger, age 62
35 years 5 months younger than Eric Clapton, age 60
32 years 3 months younger than Stevie Nicks, age 57
24 years 10 months younger than David Lee Roth, age 50
22 years 0 months younger than Madonna, age 47
18 years 6 months younger than Jon Bon Jovi, age 43
13 years 5 months younger than Billy Corgan, age 38
10 years 5 months younger than Mariah Carey, age 35
6 years 3 months younger than Alanis Morissette, age 31
1 year 3 months older than Britney Spears, age 24

and when these songs were topping the charts
and these events occurred your age was:

Who Can it be Now, Men at Work: 2
The recording of We Are The World: 4
Walk Like an Egyptian, Bangles: 6
Didn't We Almost have it all, Whitney Houston: 7
Back In The U.S.S.R. is released exclusively in Russia: 8
Nothing Compares 2 U, Sinead O'Connor: 9
Emotions, Mariah Carey: 11
Fleetwood Mac perform at Bill Clinton's inauguration: 12
The Sign, Ace Of Base: 13
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum opens: 15 ~ I live so close and haven't been there!

February 25, 2006


Excerpt from an article Hokie Hubby found on Yahoo! written by Charles Robinson. Mwahahahahaha.

...Meanwhile, Marcus Vick might be lucky to come anywhere close to that number of suitors. Just on skills and measurements alone, he doesn't really meet most quarterback standards. He stands only 6-foot and weighs 201 pounds, which is passable for his brother, but it's not expected to fly for Marcus. Even his skills leave plenty to be questioned. While he clearly has a better passing acumen than Michael – showing more accuracy and better mechanics – Marcus has precious little experience to back it up, playing only one full season as a sophomore when he threw for 17 touchdowns and ran for six more.

But as Savage noted about Marcus, "Most of the homework is probably going to be off the field rather than what he appears to be on the field."

Multiple off-field incidents (contributing to the delinquency of a minor, reckless driving and marijuana possession, driving with a suspended license, an arrest for allegedly pulling a gun on two other men outside a restaurant) got Vick suspended and eventually kicked off the Virginia Tech football team. And lest anyone forget, those developments came after the nationally publicized episode when he stomped on the calf of Louisville defensive end Elvis Dumerville in the Gator Bowl.

The incident angered his family so much that Vick was shunned "for weeks."

"My mom, she said something that I didn't really think about," Vick said. "She said, 'What do you think (Dumerville's) mom thinks about that situation? She's probably saying, 'I hate Marcus Vick. He's a bad guy.'–' If someone were to do that to me, my family would be saying the same thing. I really didn't think of that. At that point, I really wasn't thinking at all."

Now Vick is professing that he's seen the light and clearing his life of "bad influences" to show the NFL he's not a "villain." That story sounds familiar to personnel people at the combine, since it was a yarn Ohio State's Maurice Clarett was spinning last year.

"(Vick) won't be on our (draft) board. Not if hell freezes over," said a scout from an AFC team in need of a quarterback. "His (security) file is as big as Adrian McPherson's was last year, and he doesn't have nearly as much talent. The risk versus reward is all out of whack. I'm not going to say Marcus can't play (in the NFL) – I bet you he runs one of the fastest 40 times this year. I'd bet my house – (But) there are way too many things buzzing around in his head for him to be taken anywhere but the bottom (of the draft)."

Still, Vick held up well under the pressure of reporters, insisting he's nothing like Clarett and patiently answering questions that were 90 percent centered on his problems or his superstar sibling. And while he might be the longest shot of all the second-tier quarterbacks, he's fighting a slightly similar battle to change perceptions.

"I'm just trying to show (teams) the type of person that I am," Vick said. "To show the world I'm not the person that some people make me out to be."

February 23, 2006

Good vibrations

Please keep Jay, Erika, and little Sammy in your thoughts. They need all the prayers and good vibes we can muster. Can't believe he's finally going to be here!

We've all been there...sort of

So my father calls last night and asks if we want to go out to dinner. Honestly, I'm not surprised. My little brother came in unexpectedly from Toledo and will be here the rest of the week for work (well, co-op, but whatever).

We get ready and go to my parents house to wait for everyone to get home so we can go to dinner. As we open the storm door, my mother opens the door to the house and says, "Hang on, Little Brother, Erin's here, I'll ask her."

Little Brother has locked his keys in his car. Been there. Done that. I locked my keys in my car while student teaching. Hokie Hubby had to drive to Roanoke (45 minutes each way) to bring them to me. When I do things, I do them right.

However, Little Brother always has to one up me. He's locked his keys in his truck, 45 minutes away, - WHILE IT'S RUNNING! (snicker, snicker, giggle, giggle, snort, snort)

How much gas is left in your truck, Little Brother?

Hold on...Mom says if you stick a banana in the exhaust pipe it will shut off.

Wait...she said she learned that on Beverly Hills Cop, might want to hold off on that banana.

Thank goodness for AAA. They've certainly saved my butt from time to time. It's nice that they'll do the same for Little Brother.

February 22, 2006

No, no, no!

I can't do Wordpress. Too much anxiety. I can't even explain why.

So here is the deal.

I am keeping blogger. I will post both here and here. It has many of the features I enjoyed about WordPress but without the assumption that we're idiots.

If I want to screw up my blog template, I will!

That way, if you don't want to have to read huge blog entries you can view my Iblog site. If you don't mind the long entries, the pictures, and you can't live without the snowflakes - you can view my site here.

That way I'm happy, I don't have to spend money to keep my blog up and running and I get to continue to meet great people. How can I go wrong!?

P.S. I don't know why my template over there is summer, it shows that it is winter in the selection thing. So who knows.

February 17, 2006


Thanks to Carrie for telling me that I've been nominated for an award here.

Wow...they're right. It really is just an honor being nominated! Thanks to whoever nominated me.

That's it!

I've had it! For the most part, blogger is extremely user-friendly. However, I want a change.

Can anyone recommend a new place to host my blog that meets all (or most) of these requirements?

  • Free
  • Allows for extended posts or cuts or a "read more" option
  • Lets me change my template so that I can have snowflakes if I want snowflakes or sunflowers if I want sunflowers
  • Firefox-friendly
  • Has other neat features that I have been missing by being here
  • Allows me, someone with basic knowledge of html, to go in and adjust things when and if I see fit (adding flickr, adding imood, adding haloscan, etc)
Thank you, thank you, thank you if you can!


In a fit of sleeplessness Wednesday night...(Thursday morning?) I found myself watching Anderson Cooper's 360. I'm not usually into news shows, but as I was flipping through the channels the word "Unschooling" caught my eye.

According to Unschooling.com, unschooling is "following your child's lead." One child told the reporter if she wants to learn about politics today then she researches (i.e. googles) politics, if she wants to learn about an author she learns about an author, etc. Basically, the child chooses what they want to learn, when. This got me thinking about the state of schools in the United States.

I went to a school that taught us the Reggio Emilio approach to preschool. Kids determine the curriculum, teachers direct their learning. Most of our professors admitted that once we got into the public school system Reggio would not work anymore.

When I first heard about unschooling, it sounded like a good idea. However, the children they showcased in this article were "smart" children. I wonder what would happen if some of the students I sub for had parents that decided to unschool them.

One mother even said, her son would probably never be a "worker bee", but she felt he would be a good entrepeneur. The only problem is, we need "worker bees"! If all the "worker bees" of the world decided to quit, there would be a huge problem. People who do general labor jobs are just as important as the people who have important careers.

Do I think the public school system in the US is going downhill? Yes. Do I think unschooling is the way to go? No.

Why did we increase testing when the government decided we were way behind Japanese schools?

Did we analyze any of differences such as length of school day, length of school year, condition of schools, etc before implementing these tests?

Why are we implementing a test on information kids have shown they don't know?

Why are teachers expected to leave no child behind, but not given the materials they need to do this?

Why are we forced to teach in schools that are too small, run-down, and otherwise unsuitable?

If I want "extras" for my classroom, I have to buy them myself and goodness knows I get paid more than enough money to do that.

I understand schools are run at the state level, however, how can the teachers of Texas be expected to bring their New Orleans refugee students up to speed enough to pass the TAKS test when the standards in Louisiana are completely different than the standards in Texas?

How can my mother get a 4th grade student from Florida that doesn't know cursive?

I think implementing standards of what children should know and when they should know it is a good idea. However, lets make them nationwide. Then if a state wants to enhance their standards and add to the national standards, that is fine. But at least every student would theoretically have the same base knowledge.

February 16, 2006


Does anyone know if it's possible to do extended posts with Blogger? If it is possible, how do I do it?

It's the only thing I really wish I could do, but don't know if it's possible...well, at least blog-wise.

Update...Well, I've found one way, but I can't get it to work 100% of the time and to do it, all my posts now have "Read More!" at the bottom, whether there is more to read or not. Continuing to search it out.

Just when you thought I had kicked the habit...

1. Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? Um. Yeah, every day.

2. What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons? Stir things. Lots of things.

3. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school? I have vivid memories of listening to Tiffany while spinning on the merry-go-round.

4. What is the best thing about your current job? The kids.

5. Do you wish cell phone etiquette was required? Definitely.

6. Are you against same sex marriage? Absolutely not.

7. Have you been on a date in the past week? No.

8. Where are you going on your next vacation? Vacation? What's that? Not for 5 years. Someday.

9. Quote a song lyric: "No day, but today."

10. Are most of the friends in your life new or old? Old

11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea? Nope

12. Do you like your parents? Yep, even though my father called and woke me up at 7:30 this morning "just to talk".

13. Do you still live with them? No, but I do live next door.

14. What state/country are you from? O-hi-o

15. Tell us about the last conversation you had? Um...well, Hokie Hubby called to make sure I was up and getting ready for work. I was just hoping for news of the new team drama. No such luck.

16. Where do you see yourself in one month? Same stuff, different day. Hopefully the weather will be nicer and my diet will be going quite well.

17. What is your favorite smell? Fresh cut grass/hay, babies, several Bath and Body Works scents, and Hokie Hubby (on a good day).

18. What happened to #18??? What?

19. Do you consider yourself bi-polar? No, I have friends that suffer from the condition and its not fun for them. P.S. It's written "bipolar". Where'd the hyphen come from?

20. What is the time and the outside temperature?
It's 10:27am and 50 degrees.

21. Have you ever done anything vindictive to your coworkers? No...not until I'm hired full time. :) I need these people for recommendations.

22. Have you ever gone to therapy? Yep, with Hokie Hubby, best thing he's ever done.

23. Have you ever Played Spin the Bottle? No.

24. Have you ever Toilet papered someone's house? No.

25. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? Haven't we all?

26. Have you ever gone camping? No, but if my parents ask, yes but it rained us out. :o)

27. Have you ever had a crush on your sibling's friend? Ew. No.

28. Have you ever been to a nude beach? No.

29. Have you ever had sex on the beach? Ew. No. I don't like sand where it doesn't belong.

30. Have you ever had a stalker? Nope.

31. Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No, don't want to torture anyone else. :)

32. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Frequently.

33. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober one? No, not really into the whole drining scene. Most of my friends aren't either.

34. Have you ever been cheated on? Yes.

35. Have you ever had sex with one of your opposite sex friends? Huh? Ohhhhh. NO (they're all gay).

36. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend? No, luckily, I have great friends.

37. Have you ever felt like you were just completely rhino raped? What does that mean? and Ew.

38. Have you ever lied to your parents? Sure. See #26.

39. Have you ever been out of the US? Yep!

40. Have you ever thrown up from working out? HA! See previous posts regarding that. lol

41. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat? No, but I did cry.

42. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food locations? In a day? Not a big breakfast person, but I've eaten 2 in a day.

43. Have you ever gotten so wasted you didn't know what was going on? No

44. Have you ever spied on someone you had a crush on? No.

45. Have you ever slept with one of your coworkers? No.

46. Have you ever seen your best friend naked? Sure, I see Hokie Hubby naked frequently. Mwahahahaha.


Joining in the hunt.

Have YOU seen Mz. Smlph?

Exercise...the bane of my existance

I have always hated exercise. I'm the girl that hated gym class...unless it was Dodgeball Day and I could get hit right off the bat and go sit down. Those were the days.

When we had to do our beginning of class fitness test (they'd give it again at the end to see if we'd improve) my gym teacher actually fudged my mile time. Honestly, who could blame her. I'd been walking for 15 minutes and well, class was over. So she called it good at 15 minutes. I cheated on the end of class mile...we did that inside, not out on the track, so I just told the football coach that I'd run all 40 something laps. In all actuality, I just walked a lap after the last person finished. I didn't even count.

I did take gymnastics for five years. Up until the year our studio got the new teacher that used to yell at me for using my hand to stand up. "You should be able to just stand up without using your hand to push off" she'd tell me every class in front of all the skinny girls who could do it with ease. I tried and I tried, but it wasn't happening. "Everyone else can do it! You're slowing down the routine! You're not doing it right!"

This wasn't competitive gymnastics so what did it matter? I quit gymnastics after that year. I continued with tap and dance class though. But she ruined the fun of gymnastics for me. I still miss tap classes. Those were fun!

I used to like jumping rope (in middle school), however now, the boobs tend to knock me out. I think yoga would be fun (hey everyone's doing it) or pilates. However, I don't have the money for a gym membership plus the fact that I won't go alone. I need a buddy. Someone to talk to while I huff and puff. Since we don't have money for a treadmill or an elliptical, I'm stuck. Then there is the whole issue of coordination. Everything looks so easy...until I actually attempt to do it. At that point, it becomes a lot more difficult.

I don't want to walk in the cold. I mean, it's cold out there! And there's snow! (Do you hear the excuses I've already got set in my mind?)

My Richard Simmons tape (the only tape I like/have) is wearing out. It literally won't play anymore. Hey, don't rag on Richard. He's good for the "big boned" ladies, like myself.

So my sweet hubby went walking with Lucy and I today. If the weather is reasonably nice (not too cold and not too hot), I will walk the wonder beagle. Not long, usually about a half hour, but its more than usual.

Hokie Hubby also had me do some stretch something or others. I don't know, it was stretching. He took it from the girls' strength and conditioning stuff. Most of it wasn't too bad. My personal favorite was this lay on the floor and rock like a beached porpoise. Had I been an outside observer, it would have been quite funny. Hell, I was doing it and laughing my ass off. Of course, it made me realize just how out of shape I am (although, round is a shape, right?).

Here's to turning over a new exercising leaf.

February 15, 2006

Olympic Fever?

I think so!

In case you couldn't tell...this is my very own curling rock/candle. I have way too much time on my hands.

As if Hokie Hubby and I didn't have enough Olympic Fever, now the kitties are getting into the mood.

Socks is a big fan of figure skating.

Speaking of figure skating... Did anyone else find the pairs skating a bit boring? I don't know if I like this new point system if it means we're going to see the same moves over and over and over again. I did like the Russians after I found out the guy had dropped his partner on her head. Poor thing. He seemed truly scarred by it. I also really liked the Chinese silver medalists. You know, the one where they tried the quad and the poor thing landed on her knee, but skated anyway. I think the reason I liked them was the concern her partner showed for her.
(Photo by Reuters)

Tomorrow, I have to explain to Hokie Hubby that there really is an Olympic event called Ice Dancing. It's not just a joke. Silly man.

Now, for men's figure skating. I will be the first to admit that Plushenko, the Russian, is an awesome skater. He's phenomenal. He was truly better than all the skaters I saw last night.
(Photo by Getty Images)

However, his choregraphy for his short program was horrible! If you're going to book it across the ice like Plushenko did, use quick tempo music. Not the slow derge that he used.

I told Hokie Hubby as we were watching that while his footwork and other skills were flawless, he looked like someone had stuck a chipmunk down his pants and he was trying to get it out. That or he was on crack. The music just didn't fit the skating.

I'm really liking this Johnny Weir guy. (Photo by Getty Images)

He seems...unusual. I didn't get to see the other American skate. Drat.


After taking Shelly's advice, I checked out BlogMad.

I dunno about it yet. What do you think?


I put a little link in the sidebar. We'll just wait and see I suppose.

February 14, 2006

Happy Valentine's Day

Growing up, I was never truly sad over Valentine's Day. Don't misunderstand, I don't really care for the holiday. Why do I have to "prove" my love on one day? Shouldn't I be doing that all year long? If I don't "prove" my love or have someone "prove" their love to me then our relationship isn't strong? It's junk.

However, why am I not bitter about Valentine's Day? Because I have the best mom in the world. Growing up, we always got Valentine's Day gifts from Mom. They weren't anything elaborate or expensive, but they were thoughtful.

So, I finally drag myself out of bed this morning (it's party day, thankfully no one is making me do theirs) and walk out the kitchen to take my morning meds. As I am passing the kitchen table, I notice this:

(The card and the candy were inside.) Mom has conferences tonight so we won't be seeing her. So someone snuck into our house this morning and left us Valentine's gifts. Must have been cupid. I'm just so excited because it matches my I Love Lucy purse and change bag perfectly. Mwahahahaha.

Lest you think I have forgotten.

Happy Valentine's Day, Hokie Hubby.

February 13, 2006

Sound Off

First, Blogger is pissin' me off currently. It was off and on all evening while I was trying to post. Grrr.

Next, loved, loved, LOVED the Extreme Makeover: Hokie Edition. My only gripe: Where are the scholarships to Tech for the kids?

Finally, I had an interesting day today. But I am too tired to post...so I will leave you with this question. Tell me what YOU think.

You are a parent (or principal, or other teacher, etc.) and you walk into a classroom. All of the students are at their seats working quietly. There is absolutely no talking. Everyone is working. Is this a "good" classroom or a "bad" classroom? Don't forget to tell me, WHY.

February 12, 2006


Preschool is truly and interesting afternoon. I mean, really, I get paid to play with play-doh, read stories, and give kids snack. Hello!? Who wouldn't want that job?

Yesterday was pretty good as far as preschool goes. No one got lost. Only one kid cried every single time he didn't get his way.


I just walk away and let the little guy squall. There's no reasoning with him, unless he gets his way. Sadly, he can't always get his way (like when he wanted to get on the wrong bus).

One little girl has my mom for writing. She's in Reading Teacher's homeroom. Little Sister is just adorable. She and I made her name with play-doh and we read books. Anything I did, she did. She's just a joy. Her mom brought in heart shaped pizza for snack (it was Big Sister's Valentine's party Friday). It was really very sweet.

While we were waiting for dismissal she saw her mom go by. She wanted to panic. I wanted to make sure Little Sister wasn't to go home on the bus instead of with Mom. Long story short, Mom had a bunch of stuff to carry to the car and didn't really want Big Sister with her crossing the busy parking lot. Well, say no more! I quickly found a job for Big Sister and we waited for Mom inside.

Mom finally came to collect Little Sister and Big Sister, but Little Sister had decided she wanted to stay with me. I said what I always say, "Oh, then I'll have to take you home and put you to work."

LS: "Okay!"
Me: "You can clean the house and vacuum the floor."
LS: "All right!"
Mom: "Yeah, she loves doing that."
Me: "Then we can send you out to the barn to feed the sheep."
LS: "SHEEP!? Cool!"

Oh no...

Luckily, this is one kid that would be welcome in my home. She's just that great.


The other humorous part of my day involved a little boy that was absent last time I subbed for his teacher. We didn't go outside because it was really too cold for the little ones. So we had extended centers. Extended centers means the room is a MESS by the time snack time rolls around.

Mrs. Teacher's Aide got the kids started cleaning up by having the Bell Ringer ring the bell for clean up. Everyone started pitching in and cleaning the room up. You guessed it, except M. M stood in the circle time area surrounded by puzzle pieces which he refused to pick up. Little Sister and I picked up 2 of the 3 puzzles, but Mrs. T.A. wanted him to do that last one (hey it was fair, he hadn't helped yet).

M: "No, I don't want to." (Only he has speech problems so it took me several repeatings to figure out what in the world he was saying.)
Mrs. T.A.: "Clean up the puzzle."
M: "No! You're not the boss! I'M the boss."
Me: snicker, snicker
Mrs. T.A.: "You need to clean up the puzzle or you will have to miss snack. Everyone else is helping to clean up."
M: "No! You're not the boss. My mom said I'M THE BOSS!"
Me: snicker, snicker, snort

Well, we just let him stand there and be the boss for a while. Eventually, he cleaned up the puzzle and joined us for snack. Alls well that ends well.

Thrilling Sunday

Yes, Hokie Hubby and I have a thrilling Sunday planned.

  • Cleaning the house (it's gotten really bad)
  • Watching Olympics
  • And tonight at 7PM sharp, we're watching THIS!

I have to admit. Ty has never looked better!


February 11, 2006

2006 Olympic Opening Ceremony

When it comes to the Olympics, I am a total sap. Strangely enough, even though I don't have an athletic bone in my body, I get this rush of pride when the United States wins a medal or an underdog wins when no one though they could. I love the idea that these games bring countries together. Even for just a week or two. I get a little teary when that flag enters the Olympic stadium. Told ya...sap. I've tried to talk myself out of my sappiness, it just doesn't work.
I'm not into all the symbolistic stuff that is usually in opening and closing ceremonies. I lose interest quickly when the announcers have to give me a running commentary about what everything "represents". Boooooooring. However, there were some things I really liked:

  • Hammer man - What a cool job to get to beat this anvil and watch huge fireballs fly out of it. Glad he wore a mask though. Talk about singed eyebrows!
  • Singing of the Italian National Anthem - I loved the little girl that sang. She's about the age of my mom's kids. She looked adorable (and terrified).
  • The Olympic Rings - Though it took me a minute to figure out exactly what these huge circles were (when people were hanging from them) once they turned them sideways and shone the different colored spotlights on them - WOW! Those were one of my favorite features.
  • Free-form people - This was my other "favorite" part of the opening (besides the parade of athletes and the rings). It was such an ingenious set up. True, it took me a moment to figure out what the heck they were supposed to look like, but after that, I was hooked.
  • Country sign carrier dresses - Totally weird looking, until you realized they were supposed to look like the Alps, complete with skiers. It made me giggle.
  • I also liked how NBC provided the flag, country name, map, population, and number of athletes competing in a little ticker bar across the screen during the parade of athletes. I'm familiar with the more well known countries, but some of those lesser known countries were a puzzle to me. Thanks NBC!
  • Olympic Flag entrance - carried by 8 women. All right! And in case no one else mentions it, Sophia Loren looks amazing for being over 70. Wow.
  • Koreas - North Korea and South Korea marches into the stadium together. What a moment for those people. I guess there is talk of them competing as one nation in 2008.
  • The Virgin Islands have 1 athlete competing; a 50+ female luger. Nice.
  • I also liked the actual lighting of the Olympic cauldron. Pretty neat!
  • Best commercials: I love the SBC/AT&T commercial with the lifts picking people up nationwide and taking them over the ocean. I think I like the concept. I also love the Coke commercials with the cheerleaders for different winter events. Heh. Heh.
  • 2 words: Yoko Ono
  • The more I see/hear Bode Miller, the less I like him. He seems extremely cocky. Maybe that's just me.
  • Canadian sportswear designers...could you pimp your countries name any more? Canada on the coat in huge letters, Canada on your hats. We get it. You're from Canada. (It occurs to me now that the USA did pretty much the same thing. DOH!)
To Be Determined:
  • Not sure if I like the new medals. To me, they look like big CDs. Not rings.

February 10, 2006

It is 8:48 and there have been no opening ceremonies. I do not want to watch qualifying or events until AFTER the opening ceremonies.

Grrrrr NBC, grrrrr.

Write it down

Today is a note worthy day.

I have been home from my half-day teaching for at least 35 minutes and Hokie Hubby hasn't realized. Yes, he's sleeping and probably dead to the world. Yes, he's needed to catch up on his sleep.

But you don't know Hokie Hubby. This man has a sixth sense. If I'm here when I wasn't (or not here when I was) he knows. I can't even get out of bed early in the morning because he knows. It's frickin' creepy...in a sweet way.

P.S. Please teach your preschooler that it is NOT acceptable to burst into huge crocodile tears (accompanied by wailing sobs) whenever someone tells you no. You can just see the kids mind work. She told me no/I don't want to do this = CRY until they give in. You've met your match buddy. I give in to no preschooler in the midst of a temper tantrum.

February 09, 2006


Anyone else getting moderately excited for the Olympics?

Personally, I will be looking forward to watching:

Speed skating
Figure skating

and the ultimate winter sport...CURLING!

What events are you looking forward to? There have to be some good ones I've forgotten.


Is it wrong that on my birthday, my in-laws sent me 5 times (monetarily) what they sent their OWN SON on his birthday?

"Well, I guess they do love you more than they love me."

My mom said it best. They hurt him so often over stupid stuff.

They just don't get it.

My family is big on how you treat others. I guess that's not true of everyone.

If I could make a wish...I'd wish for them to understand or attempt to understand him. Technically, I guess they are still 2 years behind concerning Hokie Hubby and his recovery. They're 2 years behind because we don't see them very often and when they come here, it's like they can't wait to leave. It's their choice to not be involved. That makes me sad.

They're missing out on what a truly great person their son is becoming (don't get me wrong, I thought he was pretty nifty before).

Childhood Memories

My mom tells stories of my childhood some I vividly remember (being scared of Smokey the Bear, playing Hide and Go Seek with my babysitter without her knowledge, etc) and others I do not (getting stuck in the toy box, stealing the coffee table doily, etc). In the category of childhood memories I don't remember is something my father did.

Let me preface this with the fact that I love my dad. He's a good guy that tries hard. We're a lot alike, so we tend to butt heads. Stubborn? Not us! (My mother claims I am more stubborn than my grandfather, and that's apparently quite stubborn.) Anyway...

When we were little my dad would say things like, "What do you think about going to the zoo this weekend?" Or "why don't we go to the park on Saturday?" However, come Saturday, he was exhausted from work and wanted to spend his day sleeping and/or resting.

Like I said, I have no memory of this. So it obviously didn't scar me for life. That being said, my mother is a big "if you say you're going to do something, you do it" kind of person. We weren't allowed to just up and quit dance classes when we got sick of them. We had to wait until the end of the year and decide then (11 years of dance classes later). In fact, the only thing she let me quit was band. A whole lot of good that did her as I signed up again the following year (6 years of band later).

Which leads me to today's anecdote...

Last night, we received several calls from my father inquiring if I was planning to go to the big meat sale* at the grocery store.

I hate going places alone. I'll do it, but its not my favorite thing. The time Hokie Hubby and I lived apart helped me get over my "phobia".

Finally, last night it was decided that Dad and I would get up early. Hit the meat sale and get home in time for him to make it to work on time. I wasn't really thrilled about getting up at 6, but I figured we could beat the rush AND I could get my sleep schedule adjusted.

Six o'clock came waaaaay to early this morning. I drug myself out of bed. Threw on some clothes and `rassled my hair into an accepable form (not too acceptable as I figure the crazier I look, the more people will stay out of my way). I was just sitting down to check email when the phone rings.

"Hello?" (I know it's my parents...thank you caller id)
"Hello. I don't think your dad is going today."
"Uh. Okay..."
"He doesn't want to get up."


I told my mother that I would go anyway. No biggie, I can fight off the old ladies quite easily. They don't scare me. Bring it on, granny. Bring. It. On.

* This is a twice a year sale with really great prices. It does pay to go and stock up. I saved over $100 today and came home with enough meat for several weeks for only $160.

February 08, 2006

Woman Down

I'm either catching the same cold again or not getting over the one I had two weeks ago.

Either way. I'm getting sick again. It sucks.

Heads will roll for this!!!

Little rugrats sneezing and coughing all over me...bunch of germ sharing little creatures...razza frazzin....grumble, grumble, grumble

Must go to bed so I can be up at 6:45 for the fabulous meat sale at the grocery store. Good times `round snowy Ohio. Good times.

Harry Potter addict

Stolen from another Erin.

i'm in gryffindor!

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February 07, 2006


Goodbye, stupid Gateway laptop. You are being replaced. (Please don't fail me before the new computer comes though.)

No, not by a brand new computer, but by a used (new to us) computer.

The in-laws have purchased a brand new computer (to go along with their brand new hot tub, deck, and television - grumble, grumble, grumble) and we are getting their old one. Yay!

It's not the new computer Hokie Hubby and I are dreaming of, but for now when money is extremely tight, it is a God send.

Our "new" computer can burn cds.
Our "new" computer has a zip drive.
Our "new" computer runs faster with all the RAM Father-in-Law installed.
Our "new" computer has antivirus software.
Our "new" computer has Windows ME...gonna have to look into getting it upgraded to XP.

So it is with no remorse I say to you, dear laptop. Thank you for getting me through college and through our first few years of marriage. For those reasons, I will think of you fondly. HOWEVER, Gateway computers will no longer be welcome in this house after your departure.

Goodbye computer with only 2 USB ports!
Hello having the printer, mouse, scanner, and digital camera hooked up simultaneously!

Goodbye tiny screen that begins red and then "heats" up!
Hello, big screen!

Goodbye dirt and dust catching navigation pad!
Hello actual mouse that is supposed to be there!

Goodbye 10GB of memory!
Hello 80GB of memory!

I'd like to say I will miss you Gateway Solo, but honestly, I don't think I will.

February 06, 2006

Happy, Happy Birthday Hokie Hubby!

Today is Hokie Hubby's 28th birthday.

That's right, people. The big 2-8.
He's old. Well, according to him, he's old.
Of course, when I met him (at the ripe old age of 19) he said he was old too. Apparently, there is a different definition of "old" in West Virginia.

So from Lucy,
the boys
and I ---

Happy Birthday Honey!

We hope it's a wonderful day!

P.S. I've switched the email password until your present arrives. Don't want you getting wind of it early. Mwahahaha. Love you.

February 05, 2006

Weekend Recap

Nothing much exciting to report here. Yesterday, I went with Hokie Hubby to work concessions for the indoor track meet and basketball game. We were filling in for Head Coach since he has the stomach flu. It's recruit weekend and the man is running himself ragged. No biggie.

However. Never again. Talk about insanity. The stupid swimmers that worked before us (with no coach there to supervise) left the place a mess and with no food prepped for the incoming boom of people. We're not worried about repurcussions though as one of the assistant swim coaches (a.k.a. Head Men's Soccer Coach) was already cursing them before we could complain about their laziness. Mwahahahaha. Stupid swimmers.

Today we went to another combine. 141 girls to "scout" or recruit. Luckily, only 4 were seniors. The rest Hokie Hubby will add to the recruiting list for next year.

I love the place we went today. We had doughnuts (great for the diet), pizza, hot tea/coffee, and all the Gatorade Hokie Hubby could drink. Only problem is it is INCREDIBLY hard to heat so I was cold. As always.

P.S. I spilled hot water all over myself (mainly my coat and my knee). I didn't get burned and for a while, that leg wasn't cold. The man can't take me anywhere.

P.P.S. Haha, honey, now you can't rat me out.

February 04, 2006


Anyone else slightly peeved that Exxon and, I believe, Mobil are reporting the highest ever sales this 4th quarter? Especially now when we're paying over $2 a gallon (and worse in Califonia).

It just doesn't seem right. Of course, I don't see how we'll ever get the prices back down to what they used to be now that Americans have shown that they are willing to pay more for the gas.

February 03, 2006


the barn kitty players!

One of my favorite things about living on a farm is the animals. As you have seen, the lambs are adorable. Now, I submit for your approval, the barn kitties. Mangy and slightly feral, Hokie Hubby and I have come to like each one. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a sucker for animals.

This is the Friendly Gray Cat. She's sweet and will rub up against our legs when we go out to feed them and allow us to pet her. She is NOT to be confused with the Mean Gray Cat. You may just pull back a nub if you confuse the two. FGC is snaggle-toothed (like Ollie), this helps distinguish the two. We suspect that FGC is also Socks' biological mother. Of course, we have no proof.

Beside FGC is Runty. Runty is about 2 years old. He was born around the time Hokie Hubby and I moved back to Ohio. Runty has always been smaller than the other cats. His brother, who has since disappeared was much larger than he was, but I like his personality. Runty is also the ONLY male cat left on the farm. Needless to say, Runty enjoys his position.

We call this kitty, Whiner. (We're not all that orginial on names) She has a sister, Hisser. Whiner and Hisser live up to their names. That being said, they are two of the most unusual looking cats I've ever seen. Both are calico, but the orange patches and the grey patches are actually tabby coloring. It's really neat. They have stripes AND spots.

Next is Mokey. Mokey was a drop off by one of my friends. He found her in the city and she was obviously a house cat, so he brought her to our place. For a while, Mokey was a housecat. She lived with my cousin and his wife. While Mokey had the run of the house, she was a great pet. However, she is quite the bitch when her territory is threatened. She became an outside cat again when she refused to get along with the new dog(s). I think Mokey is gorgeous. She is another cat that has the most unusual coloring. Her "bottom" fur is white, while the outside fur is black. She almost looks like she's been dipped in motor oil. Mokey is also Socks' adopted mother and the mother of my brother's two cats.

Killer is Mokey's daughter. Killer was quite unfriendly as a kitten. My cousin's son and wife spent many hours trying to catch Ms. Killer. Killer wasn't having it. However, when they went to Missouri to visit family and we fed the cats, Killer and I bonded. They do that when you bring them ham every day. Killer will still come right up to me and let me pet and pick her up (like I am in the picture).
Finally, is the diva. Ms. Fuzzy Kitty. She is by far my favorite of the barn cats. She's just gorgeous. I would think she was a Maine Coon, but she's also tiny (not a characteristic of Maine Coons). Don't let her sweet face fool you, though. She has a mouth on her and she can be quite cranky. However, she will allow us to pick her up and pet her while she purrs. She's also been known to sneak into the house right behind Hokie Hubby. She's on my list currently for scaling the front window screens when she is hungry. She will also bat at your foot should you use it to scoot her out of the way. Cranky, I tell you. Maybe that's why I like her.

This is also Socks' girlfriend. He loves her. He hears her mew and runs for the window. He spends hours staring at her through the window. He'll sprawl on the table in front of the window and roll around, just so she can see how much fun he is. We keep telling him that she would kick his little tush should he ever get close enough to her. He simply doesn't care.

February 02, 2006


First, I've decided that unlike Carrie, hormones make me nice. When I was taking four pills a day, I was nice. I was down right sappy! Heck, I'd catch myself looking at Hokie Hubby and getting all mushy inside (trust me, it alarmed me too). Now, I am completely sans pills and everything appears to be normal, except I'm such a crank! Bitch, bitch, bitch. Geesh. I'm seriously considering starting them again so I can be nice.

Monday evening, Hokie Hubby came home somewhat dejected from work. He weighed himself in one of the weight rooms at work and discovered since the soccer season ended he has gained...some weight. (I'm not putting numbers, Honey. I love you just the way you are.)

So finally, it appears that I have my diet buddy. He's really the best diet buddy to have. He's the only one who can tell me to close the fridge and go to bed after 8 at night. He supports me in whatever I do. And I will support him.

Tuesday we began watching what we eat. I really like Phase 2 of the South Beach Diet. It's sensible. It's an actual "diet" that seems like it could become a lifestyle. I need to change my eating habits, plain and simple. Plus, after my mother and I attended the bariatric surgery seminar and the doctors there said they put patients on the South Beach diet, I figure, it's worth a shot.

I also liked it when we did it during the summer. We just got lazy. Another thing going for South Beach are their prepackaged foods. Meal Replacement bars? Yummy! Frozen dinners? Not half bad! Wraps? LOVE, LOVE, LOVE them.

My only problem is the current "bad" foods loitering around my kitchen. Before, I packed it all up and told my mother to take it home with her or it was going. She looked at me like I was crazy. So, ultimately, I kept it all. I cannot do that. I cannot have "bad" foods around. I will eat them. I would rather have to make the effort to go and purchase the food if I really have to have it, then I will know what I am doing.

That's another problem. I cook for my parents as well as us. For monetary reasons, this works out well. However, my father is a big meat and potatoes man. He loves his potatoes (so do I). I just can't fix potatoes and not eat them.

My other problem is the expense of eating right. Why is food that is unhealthy so much cheaper than healthy food? That just doesn't seem right to me. If Doritos were $5 a bag, I might think twice about my obsession with the Dorito.

I won't post how much I have to lose. Honestly, I can't think about that. Small goals right now. Small goals. Little victories.

Finally on a totally different train of thought, we purchased In Her Shoes today. I loved the book. I loved the movie. You should have seen the non-verbal, hand gestures only discussion Hokie Hubby and I had in the middle of the movie when, during an "intimate moment", Rose keeps turning off the lights and her boyfriend/fiancee keeps turning them back on. It's SO ME!
P.S. I think the diet is making me cranky. Look out Hokie Hubby!

February 01, 2006


Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans. Whoever said that is right. Let me tell you, I am sick of it.

I read all these blogs of people living life. Is it what they want at the time? Not always. But they're out there. They're seizing life by the horns and `rasslin' it to the ground. I wanna `rassle!

I'm sick of waiting. Waiting for my life to begin. If I have to be an adult, I want an adult life to live.

Waiting to get a permanent job so that I can afford to do the things I want to do.
Waiting to get all my bills paid off so I can sleep easy at night.

How many more birthdays will I spend waiting?

I need to quit whining and start making things happen. Right. I'll get right on that.