Karen Kingsbury, the mother of all authors and most read author if my childhood, came to my school to speak. AND I MISSED HER!!
Why did no one tell me? Why did I not get a special email? Why was her name not spray painted onto the grass in green? Life questions.
I should have been the proactive student anticipating the next enthralling Convo, but I wasn't. For good reason too.
I would greatly appreciate the heads up next time good ole Karen of my 9th grade comes around.
This is my tribute to the tears and eye openings Karen sparked.
R.I.P. uninformed Katie.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Step Sing tickets = Stock
I've never participated in the stock exchange, and I've never bought stock. The closest I've come to it has been seeing clips in movies ("A Good Year") and the perpetual ripping of my stockings every Sunday morning on the church playground in kindergarten. Kids shouldn't wear stockings.
Buying Step Sing tickets is a lot like buying stock in the stock exchange, I would imagine.
Those who have the power buy buy buy, and as soon as balcony seats are filled everyone sells.
A few people are held captive to the game in a crowded room, multiple friends on hold while they calculate profits from their iPhones. Students negotiating across the room, frustrations and successes alike.
Well done, Step Sing. Well done.
Buying Step Sing tickets is a lot like buying stock in the stock exchange, I would imagine.
Those who have the power buy buy buy, and as soon as balcony seats are filled everyone sells.
A few people are held captive to the game in a crowded room, multiple friends on hold while they calculate profits from their iPhones. Students negotiating across the room, frustrations and successes alike.
Well done, Step Sing. Well done.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Inauguration
Did I watch the inauguration of our President today? No.
Did I wake up at 3am on Friday April 29th 2011 and view the entire day's airing of the Royal Wedding of Catherine Middleton and Prince William?
My loyalties to a particular 'pomp and circumstance' harbor elsewhere.
Let's recap the viewing of Obama's first inauguration, shall we?
We gathered in the High School gym and viewed the speech from the bleachers We were scolded for audibly commenting and whatnot. AND THEN our headmaster SPOKE. She drawled on throughout the entire performance of Yo-Yo Ma. I was absolutely livid. Still bitter. The end.
Let's celebrate by eating ribs with silverware.
Did I wake up at 3am on Friday April 29th 2011 and view the entire day's airing of the Royal Wedding of Catherine Middleton and Prince William?
My loyalties to a particular 'pomp and circumstance' harbor elsewhere.
Let's recap the viewing of Obama's first inauguration, shall we?
We gathered in the High School gym and viewed the speech from the bleachers We were scolded for audibly commenting and whatnot. AND THEN our headmaster SPOKE. She drawled on throughout the entire performance of Yo-Yo Ma. I was absolutely livid. Still bitter. The end.
Let's celebrate by eating ribs with silverware.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
midnight mower
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
6 feet... above
Here, take this ladder, and climb it. Then climb all the way to the top and proceed to tear down all of the Christmas crap people have zip tied to the plastic tree that is hazardous to our environment. AND DON'T BREAK ANYTHING. And make sure you inhale the glitter, wear the static flocking in your hair, and slit your wrists with the garland.
Here is a tin of leftover Christmas re-gifted popcorn.
CONSIDER THIS HORRENDOUS JOB DONE.
1. Plastic Christmas trees will never, I repeat NEVER, fit back into their original boxes.
2. Pre-lit trees always bust, and you'll end up restringing by next year.
3. I hate snowmen and small child-size figures of Santa Claus. Creepy.
4. Garland is nice, but it gets dirty, dusty, and it might as well attract termites, lice, or maggots. Because it sucks that much.
5. Christmas tree ornaments are a great gift, but never gift one to me. If everybody did that, every year, then I would have a lot of crap. Please, no Christmas-themed ANYTHING, if you can help it. It will accumulate because I have this terrible problem about not being able to throw anything away. A snowflake Waterford Crystal glass every now and then might be accepted, MIGHT.
6. I'm all about the lights. Especially if they are not tangled. If they are tangled, hang them as tangled. Life is not perfect, and your strand of lights will not be either. Deal.
7. When it comes to Christmas decorations, less is more. Even in a multi-million, billion, home, yes I've been to several these past few weeks, Less Is More. Please, dear rich people who hire people to decorate and undecorate their crap [because they deny their selves the joy of doing it themselves (and family bonding and other honorable joys that it takes to self-run your own home)], understand that I know they say "Go big or go home," but do realize that you are already at a grand home, and you've gone big, too big.
On a lighter note, I am employed, so ye of wealth, order on.
Here is a tin of leftover Christmas re-gifted popcorn.
CONSIDER THIS HORRENDOUS JOB DONE.
1. Plastic Christmas trees will never, I repeat NEVER, fit back into their original boxes.
2. Pre-lit trees always bust, and you'll end up restringing by next year.
3. I hate snowmen and small child-size figures of Santa Claus. Creepy.
4. Garland is nice, but it gets dirty, dusty, and it might as well attract termites, lice, or maggots. Because it sucks that much.
5. Christmas tree ornaments are a great gift, but never gift one to me. If everybody did that, every year, then I would have a lot of crap. Please, no Christmas-themed ANYTHING, if you can help it. It will accumulate because I have this terrible problem about not being able to throw anything away. A snowflake Waterford Crystal glass every now and then might be accepted, MIGHT.
6. I'm all about the lights. Especially if they are not tangled. If they are tangled, hang them as tangled. Life is not perfect, and your strand of lights will not be either. Deal.
7. When it comes to Christmas decorations, less is more. Even in a multi-million, billion, home, yes I've been to several these past few weeks, Less Is More. Please, dear rich people who hire people to decorate and undecorate their crap [because they deny their selves the joy of doing it themselves (and family bonding and other honorable joys that it takes to self-run your own home)], understand that I know they say "Go big or go home," but do realize that you are already at a grand home, and you've gone big, too big.
On a lighter note, I am employed, so ye of wealth, order on.
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