Pay up, dude!

I originally cracked open my laptop just a few minutes ago to make another school loan payment to Sallie Mae. Unfortunately, the payment portion of their website is down, so I've decided to write a quick blog. Personally, I think I should be exempt from the payment I was going to make since their site was down. But I don't think that will fly with little miss Sallie.

I saw this quote the other day:

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
— Albert Einstein


I wasn't searching for quotes about goldfish or anything, it just kind of came up, but it makes total sense. We spend so much of our time being told what we should be, do, wear, know... well, you get the idea. As a kid, I could never understand why I learned differently than others or why math never quite made it through to my brain. I always did well with english, music, art, and the like. However, "smart kids" were good at math and I was not. Luckily, God blessed me with very supportive parents and two older brothers who were good at math. :) The frustrations I had (and sometimes still have) are what urge me on to becoming a teacher one day. I want to tell the students that they don't have to climb trees if they are better at drawing them. I want them to see that their desire for good art, for good theatre, is just as valuable as what mathematicians do. We are all different parts of the same body. If we all did the same thing, it would be no good. That's old wisdom that still shines for a reason.

Gosh, this post is not funny. But I never guaranteed that. Read my first post as proof. You see what you get when I can't pay my loans?

:)

Hubbs is closing a high school production of the musical Grease tonight. I saw it last night and got a kick out of it. If you grew up watching this movie like I did, it is quite surprising to see it done by kids who are the proper age for the characters. They worked hard and I was amused by the final product, despite half of them not knowing their choreography. Hubbs and I both noted that the choreography that was most consistently together was the boys' thrusting. They seemed quite proud of that dance move and it was all I could do to keep from cracking up every time it was executed.

We did laundry today and yesterday for our upcoming trip of awesomeness. Which reminded me that socks disappear in the dryer. Which reminded me of the Sock Stealing Monster that lives in the dryer. This is what I think he looks like. Wheeler, this doodle is for you.

Also, since I'm sure you've been wondering where the Ellie Penelope pictures are...

The little fluffy one reclining on my blanket. 

Being fluffy but looking chubby. I promise she's healthy and in shape.

There you go! Now make sure to have an awesome weekend. That's an order. :)

The bunnies are coming!

I went on a walk tonight to the Starbucks around the corner just as night was falling. The sky was changing between five million shades of deep blue and I kept getting intoxicating whiffs of confederate jasmine. If you've never smelled confederate jasmine in bloom before, please do. It reminds me of the home I grew up in and always causes an instant bittersweet feeling.

On my way back I counted at least five adorable brown bunnies with white tails. I know that if I plant a garden the bunnies will become an evil nemesis, but until then I love them. I love that they come out at dusk and chew green things in fluffy groups. I love that they mean Spring is coming. I love that their main method of transport is hopping. Silly? Perhaps. True? You bet your sweet bippy. If you have indeed betted your bippy (regardless of flavor) would you be kind enough to let me know what it is? Because I have no idea what they are or how they became betting currency.

Also on my walk to my apartment I spotted a young man writhing on the ground. I became alarmed for his safety. As I got closer, I noticed that his writhing had a rhythm. Apparently his painful movement was this thing they call exercising. Crunches. Crazy stuff.

Today was honorary St. Patty's Day for me. I helped host Blarney Bingo at work and made these cute giant shamrock pins for myself and my co-host.

Not as neat as I would have liked, but when you're fighting a headache they look awesome.

I also wore an embarrassing awesome hat! Below you will find my best "Leprechaun Face." Don't worry, it is only allowed out for St. Patty's so you likely won't be assaulted by it for another year.

Check out the size of that shamROCK! Not funny? Pish posh.

I had fun and people actually laughed at my tomfoolery. Needless to say, I was surprised. I definitely giggled at all of my own awful, corny jokes. You want an example? Ok. Fine. Since you insisted.

Me: "Ok, I've got an I 25. I 25"
Crowd: "Mumble and rumble."
Me: "What's an Irishman's favorite letter?"
Crowd: "Mumble and rumble."
Me: "Aye!!!!!!!!"
Crowd has a bit of mild laughter.
Sarah: "I thought that was a pirate's favorite letter." (She is slightly serious.)
Me: "No, me lassie, that's the sea!"
Crowd has great laughter.

Believe it or not, that was beautifully terrible improv teamwork. And all done in something remotely resembling an Irish accent. I don't know if they'll ever let me hold a mic again, but I had fun doing it. :)

Finally, for a joke of my own writing. Please brace yourselves because this is a kicker I thought of an hour before we hosted: What happened to the Irishman who wore a plaid skirt to Fashion Week? He was kilt!

And finally, since this blog is getting much too wordy, I leave you with a doodle. I was in meetings all day, so doodles happened. This is just one, but it is the most relevant as far as the holiday spirit goes.

Please note the Doc Martens. And the socks.

Goodbye for now! Have a lovely day tomorrow and be sure to wear green. I've been known to pinch people who don't. :)