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Oh, it's the end of June?  And I'm about to post about Memorial Day? I do what I want. It was a pretty excellent weekend.  The drive wasn't horrible (it gave me a good excuse to drink all the Mountain Dew I wanted)  (p.s. i love mountain dew baja blast (thanks taco bell!) but now that they sell it in stores normally i feel confused...because every time i drink it i instinctively want to eat a chalupa.  life is hard) Anyways.  I really loved Santa Fe.  And Taos.  They were both delightful little places with delightful people.  We also stopped by this weird little place called Earthships.  It was weird/cool?                            I really wanted to buy a turquoise ring while I was down there and after searching through several shops and streets, I ended up buying one from the very first place we went.  Which was helpful because ...

My 10 year high school reunion is tonight.  It's actually in less than two hours.  I keep going back and forth on whether or not I should/will go, but I finally just bought the ticket so I think I'm pretty much locked in. I reflect on the last ten years and can create a list of all the things I've been able to experience, all the heartbreaks and successes.  Some people can't believe its been ten years.  But to me, it feels just right.  It feels like its been enough time for me to grow up a little bit (not a lot) but also it feels like there is so much more life to go.  I like this feeling. When I reflect, I also feel like not much has changed in regards to me as a person. So now I will provide a list of things that are different but also the same: Different Don't live at home Have my own car Well-loved passport Queen size bed (this recent upgrade from a twin has changed my life) Go to the movies alone more than with other people I...

I went to a Red Robin taste test tonight. How did this happen, you ask?  Well, it started with just an email, and it ended tonight with me going to the grocery store to buy 10 lbs of fruit and veggies to forgive myself of this decision. Ok but really, somehow I ended up on their email list forever ago and every few weeks they email about a taste test in the Denver area.  And I finally just did it.  Because a.) free dinner and b.) a $50 gift card for Red Robin just for doing it.  A win-win in every sense of the word. But also, still, maybe a loss for my future and America.  I walked into the location where the taste test is, hoping I'd make a new friend and get some french fries with my burger.   Nope.  I walk in and there are just a few chairs with sad humans sitting in them.  No one is talking to each other; you know the only reason these people came was for the burgers. And burgers they got. After a short wait, you ...

You guys.  I legitimately love the dentist.  It's one of the few situations in my life where I feel like I can accept and take any and every compliment given to me.   Today the lady cleaning my teeth asked me, "You floss, don't you?" and I told her I do my best.  She said she could tell. BAM. Then she asked me if I used an electric toothbrush...I said no (old school).  She was flabbergasted.  She told me I was a real good brusher.  BAM. Lastly, she commented on how I must have had braces.  Nope.  Triple whammy.  BAM. And to top it off, they had marshmallow flavored toothpaste.  And it was good.  Slash I want it now for my every day life. These are the reasons I love the dentist.

So I got my haircut last Saturday.  I've been needing one pretty bad, and Saturday I had some time so I called around to a few places and booked an appointment for whatever salon had the next available opening. Turned out a salon just down the street was the winner!  They had an opening a mere 20 minutes after I called. I hadn't decided what I wanted to do with my hair, I just knew that something had to be done.  I've been having a lot of anxiety with the lack of change in my life, so a big part of me just wanted to chop it all off.  Jane had other ideas. I walked in to a petite Asian woman ready to cut my hair.  But wait!  The first thing she said to me was that she was hard of hearing (she seemed pretty deaf) and could only hear me if she was directly looking at my face.  Perfect! I thought this meant I wouldn't have to endure awkward salon conversation where I pretend to reveal personal information about myself but really just ...

The last month has flown by, and I have some pretty good updates for you to enjoy. Also, I just washed my car and I exerted a lot of energy doing that, so forgive me if I make mistakes typing.   (fun fact: i got home from work not more than 15 minutes ago and I am already not wearing pants) (good day great day) So, one of my 'tough' students was trying to hold the door closed the other day, preventing some girls from entering the classroom.  I went up and easily opened the door.  Not missing an opportunity to rub this in his face (i'm a good teacher), I told him "Don't even try-I'm so much stronger than you".  This eventually led to us arm wrestling to prove the strongest of them all.  He was immediately disappointed when he lost to me (twice) but today he declared that he wasn't trying all the way.  Yeah yeah...whatever, kid. I am the champion.   I need this win.  It was pretty cold last Wednesday.  And somehow, t...

This is what I look like after a long, hard Monday.  When your teachers used to tell you that they loved the weekends/vacations more than you, they really meant it.  Like, really. On a related note, I really need to start brushing my hair sometime during the day. Isn't it interesting that we, as a society, get really excited every December 31 to make goals and resolutions and (sometimes empty) promises, but we essentially get a new start every week when Monday rolls around and WE ABSOLUTELY HATE IT.  There is no excitement in the newness of a week or seven days of endless possibilities.   Monday comes and we despise it.   We want it to be Friday already.  We want to skip ahead and forget about potential and just be done with it.  But seriously, how depressing would it be if we did this every December.  If all we could talk about in January is December?  Ugh.  Just thinking about it makes me feel sad.  I wouldn't want to...