"Either you define the moment or the moment defines you." -- Tin Cup

Some thoughts:

• I want to go on Dancing with the Stars...too bad you have to be a star...or at least do something in entertainment...because I am sure quite a few of these people are not "stars", if you will.

• I hate when my husband has to work late. Hate it. Tonight he is not getting home until like 9pm. This is getting old.
• Standardized testing is making my class nuts. Seriously nuts. I hate having testing before school is over because my kids are done and I am done. Bah.
• I drink too much Diet Pepsi. 'Nuff said. I need to drink water. Badly.

• 5K this weekend...guess who hasn't been training? Yep, this girl. Maybe I will walk with our principal and her baby. Yep...or just work the registration booth. Haha!
• I want to find the secret of the blog world and how all these people have like 20 comments a day. Wow! Outta control, blogger people! Just kidding...I *heart* you.
• I hit over 100 posts...woah! I should do something special. We'll see...
• Check out this woman...

She is a lawyer where I live...her hair = outta control. Her commercial is worse. Eek!

Have a lovely rest of the week!

"The best thing about me is you." Shannon Crown

Is it wrong that everytime the weatherman says there may be sprinkles, that I think of cupcake sprinkles falling from the sky? Yep, pink, orange, yellow, blue, and green sprinkles falling on a cupcake world. Weird, maybe...do I care? No.

Yesterday I came home and cleaned the living room...for like the 800th time this year. How in the world can the living room get so freaking cluttered?! Arg! No, I am not a pirate, but I am pretty sure that is the noise I have in my head right now...so there ya go.

I got a pile of papers graded. By pile, I mean pile. It is pretty serious. The pile was at LEAST 6 inches tall. Ridiculous. Now I have to enter them in the computer. Fun fun. I think that it would be interesting if parents could see how much work we do at home. I mean, it was my day off yesterday, yet I spent 4 hours at work getting ready for the week and then I spent about 1.5 hours at home grading papers. On my day-off. Awesome. I love my job, but sometimes I wish that I didn't have so much to do at home. I think Mr. S. wishes that, too.

Mr. S. hates his job right now. Hates is a strong word...he is unhappy though. I am trying to do all I can to make this an easier time for him, but I don't know what else to do. I think that just trying to make the house a happier place is the best that I can do at the moment. We diffuse about our days when we get home while I am cooking dinner we usually stand in the kitchen and hash it all out, and then the rest of the night we try not to talk about it. I usually just share funny stories about my third graders (because Lord knows they are hilarious!) and we have fun. I just hate that he feels like this about work. I mean, it's a place he has to go to everyday. Who wants to be miserable everyday? Not me.

Okay, I rambled on more than I thought I would. I really thought I would quickly post about sprinkles falling from the sky....welp, I guess I had a lot to get off my mind. So, there ya go. Have a lovely day!

"The busy bee has no time for sorrow." William Blake

I just wrote out my whiteboard calendar for February, what a mess! Feb is a busy-bee month for me, that's for sure.

This weekend: going to lunch with blogfriend and real-life friend, Ms. Attitude. I am really excited because except for a couple of run-ins within the past three years, we have not really had a chance to sit down and talk to catch up. So that is today. The Superbowl is tomorrow.

Next weekend: My quarter-life crisis, aka: birthday, is being celebrated on Saturday with an Ugly Sweater Party thrown by my friends. Sunday will be what I will call, recovery.

Then Valentine's Day.

A baby shower.

The last weekend might be one of my favorites though! I am training to become an instructor for Body Jam. If you don't know what it is, check back with this post. It is a full weekend training that goes from Friday to Sunday and it is intense. I am super pumped!

My mom is having her gallbladder taken out this coming Friday, and I wish that I could be there just because that is what I feel like I need to do. Things are just not in a place where I can take off and go for that...so...yeah...she'll be okay though. No biggie. I'll post and let you know how it goes! I need to get around to take the dog to dog school. Weee!

"One may go a long way after one is tired." French Proverb

It's Thursday...thank goodness. We're almost to Friday.

I am exhausted. Thanks Truman for deciding to go to the bathroom at 3:30 this morning and THEN instead of coming in the house, running around the yard because you didn't want to come in. Therefore, I had to stay awake until you decided to come in. We almost had a frozen yellow lab. So close.

Poor husband...I fell asleep before he could even say good-night last night. I am that exhausted. 

I know I am tired because I am random.

The other night I made homemade pizza...as in, the crust was made with my bare hands, with yeast, and had to raise. Amazing.

I am still tutoring the little girl with Cystic Fibrosis...I have been keeping her in my prayers because there is a possibility she may need a lung transplant if her levels keep dropping. Pretty scary.

Ok....I need to get ready for work. Grrrr...I would rather be sleeping. Now I need to get hopped up on caffeine to make it through the day.