I Have More Cakes Than Even You.

Whoa. Been a while. Nice to see you, blog. Thanks for hangin' in there.

Felt like crap this morning, called in at the last minute and spent the day in my robe in various sleeping positions in various locales around the house. Not ready or willing to go back to work tomorrow, but dammit, productive citizen that I am, I just can't resist getting up ridiculously early and driving to work, latte (elixer of life) clutched in hand, frantically, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. Besides, what better job in life is there than filling the minds of our youth? (Cough cough, tear of sarcasm). Btw, title refers to this. How silly and irreverant... but made me chuckle. Alright, time to see if there's a new Red Radish.

Lazy Sunday (Mr.Pibb & Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!)

"Lazy Sunday" happens to describe my state of being and a hilarious video from Andy Samberg (available for viewing here). I've been hooked on my computer for quite a while this morning, addicted to watching hilarishizzle videos. Oh, readers, do I have some shizzle to share with you! It's so exciting to be excited to blog. No more WASL blogs. Okay, I say that now, but will probably change my mind this coming work week, as our f.g.r. test resumes this Tuesday.

First up, in honor of today (4/20... college dorms all over the world are hazy with pot smoke as I type) I bring you, courtesy of funnyordie.com, PSI: Pot Scene Investigation: The Case of the Missing $40





Enjoy, stoners and non-stoners alike!




(Photo thanks to funnyordie.com)

WASL = We Are So Lame? Lazy? Loquacious? Lofty?

I'm trying to come up with my own, improved meaning for that acronym, but not having much luck. I've also realized that I can't think of many adjectives that start with an "l" on the spot. Well, just about everything having to do with the WASL sucks, but I have to say this week has largely gone by well, despite the laborious role of being test coordinator. My work is laudable! We've had no major lapses, no lugubrious issues (knock on lumpy wood). The only issues we've had have to do with ludicrous, licentious teachers letting their lunkhead students converse too loudly after the test, and various lame-ass students arriving late.

It's likely I will liberate the lepidoptera from the locker in my lederhosen! It is late; I lucubrate.

Okay, okay, enough. Amy Louise, over and out.

Demain, C'est Vendredi!

Wow. I thought this week would be horrible ("torturous," I said in one e-mail) but it's already Thursday and I feel great, as opposed to my feeling terrible and overwhelmed on Monday. Being "Testing Coordinator" in a school in WA state is a crap-tastic job, and the infamous WASL is right around the corner, and there is soooooooo much to check off/get ready/organize/double check/ that I was absolutely dreading this week... having to do all that AND teach (with 4 preps!) is a little insane. And yet, thanks to my glorious friends/helpers, it has really been okay. Of course, there's still lots of work to do, but all is well! Hooray! My friends are the best (smile, tear of joy :o).

In other news, I updated my profile a little bit ago, and finally changed that FotC picture... I've replaced it with, as you can see, a still from the funniest show EVER. Really. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard (and even upon second or third viewings!) as when I've watched Arrested Development. I've been thinking of it recently because I've converted quite a few peeps (a.k.a. made others aware of, and subsequently hooked on, the fanf***ingtasticly brilliant comedy that is A. D.) lately, and now YOU, the VIEWER of this asinine blog, will be converted, too! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! Best part? You can watch every episode on hulu absa-toot-alootly free. Damn, you're lucky.

Into the Kitchen I Goes... B****, I Need My Cheerios!

I am depressed. Many things desperately need my attention: my empty fridge, my piles of grading, my laundry, my messy house, my un-showered self... and I just don't want to do any of it. Instead, I will feel sorry for myself that my vacation is over, waste time, and, of course, blog. I think I'll update my profile, change the FotC picture, just about anything to avoid real work. Omned, I couldn't believe it- Julie Andrews' mother really was quite the hussy! Julie's "dad" wasn't her real dad, and her mom finally told her about her real dad when she was 14!

Now, in a totally unrelated topic, I found a gem on youtube. A short while ago, I was introduced to R. Kelly's "hip-hopera" entitled Trapped in the Closet. I think I'm one of the last people to hear about it, actually. It's just about the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen, and I found it hilarious. If you haven't seen it, you should youtube it. And watch just a little- it goes on forever and ever. You have to have seen a little of the original to appreciate MadTV's spoof, Trapped in the Cupboard: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7putw2A4FiI

I think I love cheerios just as much as Fake R. Kelly does.

Ah, Wouldn't It Be Loverly?

Yay for Borders and Educator's Week! Not that I need an excuse to spend too much money at Borders, but... 25% off is nice. I just bought Julie Andrews' new autobiography Home and added it to my pile of books to read (got one done, though: Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri: amazing short stories; very thought-provoking and naturally leads to reflection).

Anyhoo, I loooove Julie Andrews! I used to idolize her when I was young and I watched The Sound of Music so many times that I could recite all the dialogue from start to finish (Maria: I am not finished yet, Captain! Captain Von Trapp: Yes you are, Captain! Erm, Maria. Now, you will pack your things and return to the abbey... Baroness: ...and somewhere out there is a young lady, who I think, will never be a nun... Auf weidersehn, dahling). SoM I've seen a ton, and also Victor/Victoria, in which she plays a woman pretending to be a man, pretending to be a woman. Love it- so hilarious. And I know I've listened to My Fair Lady: Original London Cast Recording a jillion times. So far (at about page 50 or so), I've learned that her mom was somewhat of a hussy and that Julie had a perfectly developed voice at the age of 9 1/2. Bee-yotch! (I mean that in a loving, jealous sort-of way)

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly if I could go home to T-town and bring this southwestern weather with me?

Jambi Francisco, Sleeping Aid

My southwestern sojourn is coming to an end. *Sigh.*
I do not want to go back to work. However, I am looking forward to going home to my comfy bed, my computer, my pets, my friends...

I haven't been sleeping well. This is really no surprise, because I never sleep well, but I didn't bring my teddy. Yes, I still have my teddy, and yes, I usually sleep with it. It's old and ratty (my freshman roommate nicknamed it "Nightmare Bear" because of it's shoddy and somewhat frightening appearance) but I still like it. I was at Anthropologie (that amazing, ridiculously expensive store) and bought this beautiful dress (with no place/event to wear it, specifically, but it fit so well and it's the first of the month and I just had to buy it) and a stuffed blue rhinoceros which we named Jambi Francisco (that's fran-SEE-sko) after much brainstorming. Jambi, because of that creepy blue genie from PeeWee's playhouse, and Francisco, because, well, why not? And guess what? I've been sleeping better.