Inside Jokes

Let's start from the beginning.
AT&T has TERRIBLE service. Sometime during August they lost service for Lexington for almost the entire day. When I got service back, I called Jeff back peeved. He reassured me that it wasn't a big deal. Trying to make a point, I said something to the effect of " I could have been on the side of the road, with a flat tire, and being mauled by a .... bear... in a tutu... and roller skates!" He laughed and told me to take a picture should it ever happen. It became a short lived inside joke:

 

We chuckled, admired my skills in the paint program, I told him to watch his back because you never know when it will happen to you, and moved on with life. Or so he thought....

Months passed, all the while I had been slowly gathering elements of the joke and a plan while letting the whole thing sit far back in his mind where he wouldn't think about it. Finally, this week, the opportunity struck. As he left my house to go home at the end of the night, he found a curious, and most terrifying intruder in his car:

Needless to say, he got a kick out of it, and is now well aware of the very real dangers that are out there waiting to attack the unsuspecting driver! Thank goodness he has a better service provider and was able to call me!

Howdy Stranger!

It's pretty sad when you have to happen upon your own blog by accident. It's been TOO long. I had stopped posting initially because life got hectic, I wasn't the happiest person and in turn I didn't want to write a blog that strictly reflected my pessimism, and eventually, I just got overwhelmed and forgetful.

SO much has altered in my life in the past few months. I had the opportunity to take a little trip up to Toronto, Canada in July. My father suffered from a nasty motorcycle accident, injuring himself in several places. I did not get rehired at my school ( which is the least upsetting thing to happen), I gave up my apartment to move back in with my family to help myself financially, and to support my family as my father makes his recovery. 

It's been difficult to understand why things happen, and all at once. I suffered moments of bitterness, frustration and anger. At times I'm still confused and how everything is supposed to come together. However, throughout all of this I've also had the opportunity to meet new people in my life and have been struggling to recenter myself and align my priorities in a way that is conducive to a positive, motivating and forward thinking way of life.  I made a goal previously to strive to look for the positive in all things, and as of late it's certainly becoming an easier thing to do.

Those who know me well know that I'm not one to frivolously dabble in romance outside the friendly chick flick. I've been a skeptic for a large portion of my adult life. I now feel like a sheepish hypocrite for making fun and criticizing those twitterpated couples, because I have now apparently crossed over to the dark side. I've met an individual that makes me feel 145% better about myself than anyone else ever has. He inspires me to improve myself on a daily basis, and does nothing but build me up. I have no idea where life is leading me at the moment, but with better goals and a sunnier disposition than I once had, I  am happily going along for the ride.

Here's to hoping for more frequent, positive, and relevant posts!

Save a Tree

Like most things I accomplish, doodling happens when I'm bored. I've always had a fondness for the Henna art form. I think it's amazing how intricate the designs can get and the symbolism behind some of the art. So, why bother wasting paper, when I can doodle on myself!

*Note: this isn't actual henna, just a really awesome liner from Sephora. :)

This Pretty Much Sums Up My Summer So Far

Dear Kindle,

I love you! Early on in life I learned to love to read. Inspired by mother, and several teachers, I developed my own interests and favorites and read voraciously up until high school. In high school and college I then fell out of love with reading. As stubborn as I am, I've never done especially well with being told what to do, and it was a new concept being told what to read and how fast to read it. I felt like the teachers had no taste in books, and none of the selections ever seemed to appeal to me. It got a little better in college, but I was so bogged down with text books and studying that if I was reading for pleasure I felt guilty because it meant that I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be. Enter my savior in reading: the Kindle.
I started admiring this quirky piece of technology from afar. Way out of my price range, it was difficult to justify any reason for buying it for myself. I started to wistfully talk about it with my mother the summer that I graduated as we planned our trip to Germany. Wouldn't it be awesome if I could take this handy little e-reader with us to have on the plane and in the car instead of lugging around books? In the end, I chose to abstain, and it was ok because the trip was jam packed, and I didn't do much reading anyway. The suggestion, however, was not lost on my mother, a fellow bibliophile.
Imagine my surprise on Christmas morning when I opened my gift from her and found the product of my ramblings from months before! It was beautiful! Sleek in design, and capable of holding more books than I could ever hope to read, it could fit with me anywhere and be pulled out at anytime! It's one of the swankiest gifts I've ever received to say the least.
This first year of teaching was a tough one. I feel like I traded my personal life and the people that went with it to the effort of keeping my career afloat. At night, I'd go home, and still stress about school. It was an unending cycle of worry. One Friday night, after a ridiculous week, I picked up the Kindle and started reading. I read four books that weekend. It was wonderful. I didn't think about work, I didn't feel stressed, my heart wasn't trying to book an escape, and I was at ease with my life. Naturally, I liked the way I felt, so I continued reading. Since January, I've read 35 books. I feel that I can say with certainty that that's the more books read than I read in 8 years in high school and college combined. I've slowed down recently simply because I've run through my list that had been building up over time, but I still keep it with me and pull it out whenever I can. At the park, at home, at the pool, you’ll find me reading away!

Dear reader, I need help: I’ve run through my reading lists. I need suggestions!

Aloha, For Now....

As those who know me are well aware, I was pink slipped from my current position. This year has been a whirlwind of turbulance, but has been a fantastic learning experience all the same. With the uncertainty of my next move, I made the executive decision that the rats could no longer stay with me ( I had a hunch that they wouldn't mix well with the cats).  I found a woman willing to take them, and the children decided to write her a letter so that she would know how to take care of them:

Dear Ms. Blythe,


Thank you for offering to take care of the rats from now on. We would like to tell you some information that we think will be helpful to you in order to take care of our rats.

First, their names are Petra and Piper. Petra is a hooded rat, and looks just like the picture of the rat you sent! Petra can be shy, and takes a while to get used to people. It took a long time for her to come out of her shell and hang out while we were in the classroom. Piper is a sandy blond color with a pink nose. Piper is a playful rat, and if you ever leave the cage door open, she is the first to try to get out and explore the world.

These two rats LOVE to eat fresh fruits and vegetables! They also eat lots of different kinds of seeds and grains that are mixed together in their rat food. Their favorite foods include strawberry yogurt treats, carrots, star fruit, grapes, and apples. They will eat, but don’t like broccoli and celery as much as other vegetables.

There are a few helpful hints that we feel as a class may help you when you take care of these rats. They can get a little stinky, and Ms. Dickinson has to give them baths every so often. They aren’t crazy about it, and they tend to try to get away and squeak. They always smell better afterwards though. Also, don’t forget to clean out the cage! They make a big mess, and it gets smelly if you forget! They don’t bite people, but be careful, if you stick your finger into the cage, they might forget that it’s a finger and mistake it for a snack! Ouch!

We hope you take very good care of the rats, and would love to get an email seeing how they are doing some day.

Good luck,

Ms. Dickinson’s Class

When you have nothing nice to say

I'm not going to lie. I haven't written lately because I don't have a positive spin to put on things as of late. Work has been a trial, and takes a lot of physical and emotional energy. Have no fear - I shall be back to my perky self in no time!
Smile!



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