Oldie

One day last winter, I was in 4th hour (about 10:30am) and I crossed my legs. I looked down and the crossed leg and thought, 'that is strange...why would I wear black shoes with brown socks?' Then I quickly looked at my other shoe and realized that it was brown. When I had left for school that morning, it was dark (as it often is at 7:15am in Iowa during the winter). I had thrown on two Dansko shoes in different colors.

So...like blogyn taught me, I knew I had to take a picture. So I went down to the library to talk to the media specialist about borrowing a camera. Of course he asked what I was taking a picture of, I showed him and he laughed. As I was trying to take a picture of my own feet, he offered to take it for me. So what you see above is the media specialist taking a picture of my mismatched shoes.

When I got to lunch one of the older teachers hugged me and said, "thanks. I thought it was because I was old." Feel free to laugh at my expense, because all of my students sure did.

Adventures with Ali

That is her...isn't she pretty? So here is the story that MS (middle sister) made me promise to start a blog with:

When Nanny and I came to visit AZ in March, all I wanted to take home was a nice purse to carry everyday. So on the final day of our trip, MS made me stand in front of the gates at Last Chance (FYI LC is a crazy store that resells all of Nordstroms' returned merchandise in varying states of use) for two hours. I stood there making friends (or so I thought) with the other early birds and pretending I knew what I was doing. For those of you that don't know, I am not the most assertive nor the most aggressive person. One of the regular customers was trying to "help" me score the purse I wanted and could see through the gated door. To abbreviate, I did not get the purse I wanted. The regulars must have known something MS and I did not.

In the end, I walked away with the purse displayed above minus a brass turn lock. When I returned to Iowa, I called Coach customer service and told them that my coach purse had a broken clasp. They asked if there was a Coach store nearby and I told them that I had gotten it in AZ visiting my sister. he told me to send it in and it would be back in 4-6 weeks. So it got repaired and I didn't even have to lie.

On a related note, I was in Minnesota a couple weeks ago for a wedding and went to the Coach store there. The sales people could not get enough of me. One lady greeted me and said, "I love your Ali tote," and then (I kid you not) she petted my purse. It was more like a loving caress, but it still made me want to turn around a leave. While i was looking around, she mus have shown my 15 different items. Who knew that the Ali tote was my key to getting sales people to talk to me? It was a little awkward, but I laughed inwardly the whole time.

I would like to especially thank my personal blog photographer, OS (older sister), for all of her help. Without her, I wouldn't be half the blogger I am today...

I am Sir Mix-A-Lot's Muse

If you didn't believe me...judge for yourself.

Junk in my Trunk

Thank you, my new cyberfriends. After I posted yesterday, I kept thinking of new things to write about. I was thinking that my life as a high school teacher would provide me with plenty of fodder...but come this summer, I will be hard pressed to find some topics.

I don't mean to offend anyone, but I have a confession. Black guys like me. I am not sure what it is but I get checked out by more black guys than white. I am fairly certain it is because of my butt. For example...yesterday at school we have a half day followed by afternoon meetings. Whenwe were done with the meetings, I was walking back to my classroom as were many other teachers. I paid no attention to who was walking behind me. I decided to stop by the main office and check my mailbox when I heard, "For a white woman, your jeans sure look nice from behind." I was a little flustered and thought I had heard him wrong, so i said, "What?" He said again, "For a married woman, your jeans sure look nice from behind." Yep, it was a black male teacher. I got all nervous and weird about it and tried to cover my booty with my hands and he laughed and said..."it's too late now." So I am sure I muttered something and quickly found someone I desperately needed to talk to far away from him. I should have been offended, but I was laughing so hard because my theory continues to be upheld.

Maybe oldest sister will take a picture of the junk in my trunk at the birthday party this morning.

Hey Mikele...it was my shoes that didn't match, not my socks...duh who would do that? I'll see if I can find the picture.

Bullied

I, like my oldest sister, have been bullied into starting a blog. Our middle sister is intimidating and can be quite convincing at times. I have nothing truly exciting to report, but I figured I should start now so when something happens, I will be prepared.

Pathetic. I am a high school teacher and I just went to borrow a digital camera from our media specialist (AKA librarian). I lied and said it was to take pictures of the tennis team (I coach tennis, by the way). He showed me how to use it and when I asked him how to put the pictures online, he said, "Oh just bring it to me and I can do it for you." How do you think he would respond if I tell him I want to put the pictures on my blog so my sister's friends in Arizona can see them? I guess that idea is out the window. Do you think it would be out of the question to buy a $350 dollar camera so my blog would be more aesthetically pleasing?

I said I would start blogging when I had a child because that is what everyone I know blogs about, but alas I gave in too soon. My middle sister said I would have to start blogging when the purse I bought at Last Chance and sent in to Coach to be fixed came back. I have been carrying the purse for 2 weeks so I thought I should hold up my end of the deal. Actually, my beautiful "Allie tote" was going to be the first picture I posted, but again how do I explain that to the librarian?

If I buy a camera all you will see is pictures of my dog, my two cats and other random objects that seem entertaining enough to blog about. I probably won't be a daily blogger like some people I know, so don't get mad at me if you make this site a favorite and check it compulsively. Also, I am a perfectionist and a crier, so if I have typos or incorrect grammar, please pretend and don't post any corrections. You would all feel badly if I wrote a post about how i cried myself to sleep at night because people criticized my first blog attempt.

Middle sister...have I written enough for my first time?