Who's gonna take out the trash?
That means I’m 23.
Today started out fabulously. My mom (bless her) came downstairs and said, “Wake up! Happy Birthday! But you’re super late.”
Indeed, I was. It was 7:45 am, and I had to be out the door at 8:00 am. I didn’t intend to forget to set my alarm, that’s just what happened. And that was only the start to my memorable day.
8:45 am: I fixed a paper jam and injured myself in the process.
Ok, so it’s not THAT bad, but it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I guess that’s what happens when you accidentally punch the printer.
At 10:03 am (the exact minute I was born) I was working on a Comic Sans emergency. Someone put a sign up that looked like this:
(A. It depends on how well they can knit)
I dropped everything I was doing because there’s no way a Comic Sans should be up at the library. NOT UNDER MY WATCH!
For lunch, I planned on going to Cult Pizza. Yelp said they opened at 12:00 pm. Yelp lied. They open at 2:00 pm. So I got a hot dog.
They call it a GR Dog.
Never have I ever had that much trouble picking up a hot dog. There was no graceful way to eat this. Fun fact: This is the first time since December or January that I went out for lunch. Reason being it’s been cold and snowy. But it was a sunny 45 degrees today (as Vern mentioned). Lots of puddles though, I think we may have a flooding problem.
The rest of the day went smooth-ish. I did drive over a curb on my way out of the library. No-so-smooth.
I had a mommy-daughter dinner date at Bostwick Lake Inn. Free entree on your birthday! Our server’s name was Maureen. On the off chance that I ever get a cat, I think I would name it Maureen.
Here’s my meal! The restaurant had dim lighting.
Thanks for all the birthday love!
Dude. It’s Hannah Lynn’s birthday!!
Side note: My first grade class would like to wish you a happy, happy day. I told them about your special date of birth. And immediately one of my precious little boys says, “Miss Slager, I know what your friend’s going to do on her birthday!” And I inquire because I didn’t even know. And he continues, “She’s going to see Peabody Sherman,” because apparently that’s the latest and greatest animated film hitting a theatre near you tonight. So of course I reassured him that she would be.
See, Hannah. You don’t even need to make plans. My six year old did it for you. Let me know how it is!
In honor of the big day, I thought I’d share some of my favorite pictures of us together. Cause we have a special kind of relationship.
Like that one time we stole that balloon from Lumes.
Or when we did funny things in the library.
Or that time we took pictures in the ARC for your class project.
Or else when Vern and I came to visit when you ditched us for The City.
And when we took Narnia pictures on our Snow Day.
Oh, and that one time when we took Tib 20 family pictures. Classic.
And when we had that bonfire at Kirstie’s.
Or maybe when we traveled across the world together.
Or when we traveled to your beloved Michigan with Court.
And all of those crazy Tib 20 moments in between.
Miss you, girl. Can’t wait to be reunited. And I still vote we move to France and write/illustrate children’s novels. Wouldn’t that be the dream?
Happy 23rd, Hanny! Enjoy every minute of your big day. You’re a pretty cool cat, yo.
And I’m driving with the windows down.
So today I’ve realized that I totally lost it. After two days of my class being completely chaos, i was ready for it to be a day without chaos. Well today was that day, until I thought I lost a kid. During nap time, I had a kid sitting on my lap. I looked at the mats of the kids that I was patting and saw one kid wasn’t on his mat. I proceeded to call the kids name and say where are you? Only to realize that the kid was missing was the kid sitting in my lap. It was a total teacher fail. Good thing I’m able to laugh about it. Also for those wondering, the rest of my day went off without a hitch. :)
A couple weeks back, my ‘colleague’ (I feel so professional using the word colleague) had invited me to something called The Tipsy Artist. I wasn’t quite sure what it was all about, despite her explanations, but I was intrigued, and really, I just wanted to get out.
So, that was last night.
It was fun :) I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would.
For those of you still clueless, here’s the story. Apparently there’s this lady who travels from town to town and puts on these little shows. There are appetizers, drinks, and then she “teaches” you how to paint.
Everyone makes the same thing (with variations, of course).
It was something like I’ve never done before.
But get this, there were 800 people there. I didn’t even know Woodward had 800 people! But really, I guess people came from all over for this. It was what these people might call a big deal. The highlight of the month for sure.
Mine didn’t come out nearly as nice as I’d have liked, but I went more for the experience. And it was a lot of fun.
I could go on to talk about the displays of drunkenness that were both laughable and a little embarrassing, or depict certain entertaining events that went down throughout the night, but I really think I’ll attempt to write this post sarcasm-free.
Here’s to a Tuesday evening well spent :)
Hannah, this one’s for you as you claim that posts don’t have to be about anything. Enjoy this random rant.
Yesterday in and of itself wasn’t all that unusual. But there were moments during which I could’ve sworn people were just trying to annoy me.
1. At the library when I was online trying to find any kind of Dr. Seuss books (guess what next week is at the ECC?) I look up to see that the re-shelver apparently thinks she’s straight out of Pirates of the Caribbean. I swear. Full pirate gear. Unfortunately, I was too self-conscious about taking a picture.
2. On my way out of the library, I’m checking out my books and when all is said and done, the librarian asks, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" And it takes me off guard for a minute because what is this a restaurant? I stumble over the word nope before I walk out.
3. On my way into Walmart, I grabbed a cart, knowing I had a list of crap I needed. Now, see, the Walmart here has a pile of stuff in the middle of the entryway — it’s usually half-off stuff and often from past holidays. Unfortunately, this time there are two ladies on those electric scooters, one on each side, piling this junk into their carts. I wait about a second, thinking at least one will realize there are people who need to get on with their lives behind her but they both just take their time, perusing the old Halloween candy. Meanwhile, there are now 12 people behind me wondering what the hold up is. I finally just squeeze past her, almost taking out a kid in the process. And this is why I don’t like people. It’s like the middle school hallways all over again.
4. I’d been at school for nearly five hours. I was hungry and cold. I just wanted to be home under a blanket. So, I grabbed my stuff and was walking out the door when I realized I’d need to scrape my car from the ice that had formed on my windshield since I got there. Shoot. Even afterward, it began refreezing almost instantly. It was a difficult four minute drive home.
Sometimes Saturdays are just difficult.
Road construction= horrible. I thought it was bad in the summer but in the winter it’s even worse. For the last couple of days, a stretch of road on my morning commute has been under construction. This has cause me to take an alternate route which included sitting at stoplights longer and being stopped by a train. But guess who has two thumbs and their commute just got 5 minutes shorter. Up that’s right, me. The road construction is done. Thank The Lord.
WHY AREN’T WE WATCHING THE CLOSING CEREMONIES TOGETHER?
SO MUCH SPARKLE!!
(Sorry for yelling.)
You walk into your apartment after a busy day at work and it smells like something died in it.
I’ve concluded that it was the trash, but I’m still on edge.
You know you’ve watched a ridiculous amount of Olympics when your prayer starts, “Dear Lord, help me to sleep a clean and smooth program.” What the…?