Saturday, February 25, 2012

My son has re-set the answering system on our home phone. Many people have called and thought that Jonathan was answering the phone, you hear him breathing and then you hear him say something inaudible, followed by a long stretch of things being moved around. One person called twice, got the same thing each time, and was convinced that since I wasn't answering my cell phone that this meant Jonathan was in the house with an injured/unconscious adult who could not get to the phone.

I just spent the last hour trying to figure out how to re-record the messaging system. . . no luck. So for now, we have no answering system. It's probably time to get rid of Vonage anyway.

Monday, February 20, 2012


Did you salivate the last time you sat down and looked at the meal in front of you? If not, here are some helpful suggestions for getting your drool on (In no particular order, but all tested and approved by me)

  • Spend more than 15 minutes preparing your food and don't sneak a bite
  • Only eat when you are hungry
  • Eat your food off of a real plate with real silverware
  • Add some bacon
  • Be past the nauseous stage of pregnancy

Tried and true, people.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


"You can't comfort the afflicted without afflicting the comfortable."                                       - Princess Diana of Wales

Lately I've been feeling like my little boy is getting too skinny. He's not.
World Vision

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Apparently I am a scary teacher. Some might think this odd, especially as I have the reputation around campus as being the peaceful, quiet, reserved, patient, young girl. But. I am the peaceful, quiet, reserved, patient, young girl who expects nothing less than your absolute best (or better).

I spoke with a student today (last day of semester, emotions are always high), he was literally trembling as he spoke with me about his performance in my class. Me, 5' 6", in my pencil skirt, cardigan, conservative heels, nude hose and pregnant.  He, 6 foot something, pierced, tattooed, psychedelic everything, carefree. . . visibly terrified that my standards were not met and vocally expressing this too.

What's my point? You don't have to be Beyonce, to be Fierce. I think that if you respect people, treat them well, care for them and don't act like you are better than them, that if they have any decency in them at all, they'll put aside their rough exterior and become the genuine human being that they were meant to be.