Grandma Says....

"What you do on New Years Day, you'll be doing all year long."

I slept late.
Didn't eat breakfast.
Ate an orange.
Wrote a letter to a friend in Finland.
Wrote a letter to a friend in Japan.
Re-booted my computer.
Received a letter from a friend in Germany.
Checked e-mail.
Checked facebook.
Changed my facebook status.
Commented on a friends photo.
Called a friend on the phone.
Left a message on an answering machine.
Listened to a message on my machine.
Returned a phone call.
Sent a text message.
Sent an e-mail.
Sent a facebook message.
Sent several more of all three.
Drank two cups of coffee.
Walked Macy.
Walked Montana.
Filled a water bucket.
Fed the cats.
Snuggled with Charlie.
Wrote in my journal.
Wished it was snowing.
Visited with my boss.
Worked on Senior Projects.
Worked on a Senior Project presentation.
Thought about a new career.
Looked up directions on MapQuest.
Lit a candle.
Talked to my dad.
Talked to my grandma.
Blew out a candle.
Looked in a mirror.
Watered plants.
Covered up with a blanket.
Craved hot chocolate.
Craved for someone to bring me hot chocolate.
Went to the gym.
Forgot something.
Sweated.
Listened to my ipod.
Walked.
Ran stairs.
Drank a bottle of water.
Ran more stairs.
Drank another bottle of water.
Stretched.
Zipped up a hoodie.
Fixed the timer on the scoreboard.
Turned out the lights.
Used my signal properly.
Wore my seat belt.
Drove the speed limit.
Chewed a piece of gum.
Ate a Tic Tac.
Left the house a mess.
Toasted the New Year.
Said goodbye to family.
Kissed my Aunt Cindy.
Talked with a student.
Gave advice.
Listened.
Told stories.
Listened to stories.
Laughed.
Went to my classroom.
Packed up my car.
Stayed awake after midnight.
Went to sleep after midnight.
Forgot to watch the Rose Bowl Parade.
Watched USC celebrate.
Popped popcorn.
Watched a movie.
Wished I was in love.
Looked at old pictures.
Was glad I wasn't in love.
Hugged my sister.
Drove 65 miles.
Filled up my gas tank.
Cleaned out the dishwasher.
Warmed up leftovers.
Wore house slippers.
Slept in Vera Wang pj's.
Talked to animals.
Played ball with my dogs.
Bought a newspaper.
Put air in a tire.
Read a story about the Gaza strip.
Prayed.
Watched football.
Cheered for Nebraska.
Prayed again.
Rallied with Virginia Tech.
Waved to my neighbors.
Called Keri.
Listened to NPR.
Organized files.
Talked to my dad again.
Bathed a cat.
Turned down the heat.
Threw clothes in the laundry basket.
Used deductive reasoning.
Cracked an English walnut.
Looked through the cupboards.
Wondered if I had black-eyed peas.
Wondered if grandpa gave out new dimes.
Commented on Erin's facebook status.
Accepted a new facebook friend.
Opened the fridge.
Commented on Bobby's facebook status.
Wrote to Mike.
Looked through the cupboards again.
Sent condolences to a friend.
Thought about my mom.
Wished nobody had to die.
Thought about war.
Thought about peace.
Wondered how Heaven would actually work.
Had a dream.
Listened to music.
Thought about painting the living room. For a second.
Put water in the teapot.
Changed clothes.
Took a shower.
Washed my hair.
Looked through old jewelry.
Talked to Caron.
Thought about Kory. In a nice way.
Used Q-tips.
Threw leftovers to the birds.
Smelled and tested perfumes.
Packed an overnight bag.
Called Granny.
Looked for matching socks.
Let the dogs run loose.
Looked at a calendar.
Flossed my teeth--twice.
Read a storycorps story.
Pilfered online.
Talked to Janet.
Decided to fold and put away laundry.
Looked at the pile.
Decided it wasn't worth it.
Laid on the couch.
Brushed my teeth.
Uploaded videos.
Watched YouTube.
Checked my Twitter account.
Checked my Missouri State account.
Used a remote control.
Lotioned my hands.
Gave the dogs treats.
Gave the cats treats.
Turned on the Christmas lights.
Worked on my computer.
Propped up my feet.
Slept under a down blanket--on a pillow-top mattress.
Thought about my blessings.

I forgot to think about resolutions . . . Hmmmm.

My TV Options on a Saturday Night

I must get cable. I'm not normally home on Saturday nights I guess because I never remember TV this bad. Here are my choices of shows to watch right now:



NBC--rerun of the Olympics opening ceremony. Seriously.

CBS--The Lord's Bootcamp, which seems like brainwashing to me when a young girl "practiced" her missionary work on an elderly woman in a nursing home in Indiania and left her crying.

ABC--Miracle, a decent movie, but not one I want to watch.

PBS--The Lawrence Welk Show. It's a rerun from 1971. A brass band dressed like jockey's are blowing their horns like crazy while a rhinestone-dressed cowboy sings "Running Wild" in front of a "Santa Anita" barn set design. I'm switching channels now while the Boston Mixed Choir sings "America, the Beautiful."

FOX--it's fuzzy, but there's no mistake what these cops are doing: "Bad boys, Bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?"

What should I pick?

Ahhhh.....I think I'll read a book. :)

"Missouri is in a Deep Freeze"

This was the news headline on the radio this morning before the weather, and I got a mental picture of the show-me state buried beneath the venison and round steaks in Kory's freezer. I don't know why.



But yes, we are in a deep freeze. It was 4 degrees when I took the trash out this morning. BRRRRRR.



Janet came to Missouri over the weekend for Christmas. We met at Snappy Mart for coffee while she and her dad, mom and aunt were in route to Licking for Christmas dinner. It was 48 degrees that day and cloudy and windy. She was freezing in her Texas thin leather coat. I wasn't even wearing a coat.



We are listening to Celine Dion's Christmas. She's singing The Christmas Song right now..."folks dressed up like eskimos...." Appropriate.



I got a new quilt and some homemade granola from Mary. I never went to bed last night, but slept all night bundled cozy in my new quilt on my new couch under the twinkling Christmas lights. When I was a child, we always had to turn the Christmas lights off when we were 1. gone from the house, and 2. when we went to bed. But Christmas night, we got to keep them on all night long. So exciting to get up and see the bubble lights still bubbling and presents under the tree.

Jelly Roll Perfection

Yes, I made this. And yes. It was delicious.

The Cheesecake Grinch

Now it's 6th block, and we're listening to "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against. I love IMEEM. You can find anything there and it gets around the school firewall. Which, my blog is finally around the school firewall, but only because our tech team finally gave teachers "getting around the firewall" priviledges.

Here's what just happened to me in the teachers lounge. Yesterday a teacher was absent because she couldn't get a babysitter and her children were out of school. So, like all effecient and tidy moms who are never behind in anything else in their lives, she baked all day with nothing else to do. :) The good news, we reaped the rewards of her lack of finding a babysitter. She brought in, hmmm, I don't know, maybe a roll of some kind, some macaroon-looking type of cookies, and small cheesecake bites that appeared to be covered in nuts and drizzled with chocolate and caramel.


Now those cheesecake bites looked like my thing. But, I was so busy this morning that I didn't step into the lounge where the food was, but I noticed it from the copy room (since they are attached.) The second time I rushed into the work room to make copies, I thought to myself I needed to grab one of those darling little bites. The teacher who brought these goodies was in the work room also so I thanked her for being so generous and bringing treats to the faculty....mind you, I still haven't had anything yet.


She says to me, "Well, if you like cheesecake, you need to try one of these because there's only one left, and I think they are good if I did make them myself."


I said: "Thanks, I will grab it." And I put in my copies to be made before heading to the cheesecake.

BUT....another teacher, male I might add, stepped in, grabbed the cheesecake piece left, and stepped out.


I said: "Did you just get the last cheesecake?"

He said: "Yep."

I said: "That's what she told me to get."

He said: "I know. But I've only fingered (yes, he used the word fingered) this part, so I'll split it with you."

I said: "GROSS! No thank you. I don't want anything you've fingered. You can enjoy it."


He said: "It sure is good....or do you want to tell me how bad it is?"


What a grinch.