Do you ever feel like your life is on repeat? Those same things, again and again? Like, for instance, we watched the Les Miserables 25th Anniversary concert again this Sunday afternoon. And, again, it felt a lot like THIS. Also this time, I wanted the guy who designed the lighting to come out and take a bow. Wow. The lighting.
And I’ve been doing a lot of school teaching. And I love being a substitute teacher, because it gives me the very best of the teaching opportunities without any of the hard work. (Yes, that is just exactly the kind of girl I am. Are you new here or something?) And this week I got to talk about To Kill a Mockingbird, and even to watch Gregory Peck be Atticus. Oh, Gregory. Oh, Atticus. You are one in my heart. And I got to teach high school seniors about resumes, so naturally I took in like 500 bloopers from the worst resumes ever written and shared them. Also, I showed them THIS. Because I own the skill of getting around the local school district’s non-YouTube filter. Add Hacker to my resume. Also, yesterday this dumb thing I did: I asked a certain class to do a certain thing, and several of the kids said they’d do it. So I wrote their names down. Here’s the thing. I teach these classes now and then, maybe almost once a month. I’m THEIR sub, if you know what I mean. And they like me. And I like them, too. And I’m learning many of their names. But. Mostly the ones on the top half of the attendance rolls, because once I hit the Ms, I’m just ready to move on instead of making eye contact with everyone. See? So yesterday, I wrote down the names of the kids I could remember, then I had TO ASK A COUPLE OF THEM TO TELL ME THEIR NAMES. They were offended, in the most polite way. They teased me. One said, head cocked to the side, “Really? You don’t know me?” And I laughed and said, of course I do, you’re my very best friend, and COME ON. It’s not like you know MY first name. And he got that “What are you talking about?” look on his face and said, “Becca.” Like, duh, lady. Then he told me who he was and I repeated his name seventeen times, and now I will never forget it again. First or last. Or initials BS (no kidding). And I used to think I was good with names. Turns out that as a sub, you end up with about a thousand different students a month. And I’m just not THAT GOOD.
And Nunsense is a riot. We’re pretty darn funny, if I must say so myself. Again. (Saturdays in March at 7:00. 100N 100W in Heber City. I’ll be there, I promise. I’m the one in the NunSuit.)
Also, apparently while I was inside a building somewhere, Spring sprang up around here. Sprang is a word. Spell checker doesn’t even try to stop me from using it. Sprang, sprang, sprang. I’m giddy with freedom. Sprang. It sounds like “boing” — another word that is very fun to say and type and read. At least for me. And, need I remind you who this blog belongs to? I thought not.
And remember once when I told you I read NORTH AND SOUTH? And that I wanted to adore it? Well, I finally found enough minutes to finish watching the BBC miniseries. Guess what. Go on, guess. Oh, all right. I’ll tell you. I said these words to Husband: “The movie was better than the book.” He gasped and made me repeat myself. (It’s happened before. I feel that way about the Wynona Ryder/Susan Sarandon/Christian Bale version of Little Women, too.) But N&S was so lovely that I will watch it again. When I get 4 hours. Check back with me in a few months. (Keyword: Richard Armitage. Yes. Yes.)
I made hotel reservations to go to this lovely place in July. It will be glorious and tree-full and hot and humid and my hair will be a flat-out disaster. But it will be awesome nonetheless. (Sometimes I just like to write things that aren’t words normal people would ever say.) (Should ever say?) And my parents are there, and it will be so, so good to have a real, face-to-face, hug-it-out kind of conversation with them again. It has been WAY too many months. (11 already.) And I’m going to find out how to get an excursion on a Mississippi River paddle boat, ala Mr. Mark Twain. They’d have that, right? (Google, come to my aid.) (Again.)
And, since it’s been very nearly a year, I’m thinking about paying someone to cut my hair again. Just a trim, but a trim done by someone else’s hands sounds like quite a treat. Yes. That sounds like a lovely idea. I’ll let you know if I actually choose to act on that lovely idea.
Then there’s this: On my no-white-flour, no sugar thing, I lost 12 pounds (mostly in February). And then I started getting cocky and cheating now and then (pizza, yes — pasta, once — cookies, only the lemon ones — and it’s girl scout cookie ice cream month [thank you, Dreyer’s], so, Samoas, yes) and for the last 3 weeks, I’ve been at a stall. But I’m back on the wagon again. Why do I feel the need to tell you these things? I have no idea. But I told you anyway. You’re welcome.
(14) Comments for this blog
The Samoa ice cream has been messing with me too. So much so that I’m drinking only protein shakes all day today. Gotta reset.
But 12 pounds? YOU GO.
The Samoa ice cream has been messing with me too. So much so that I’m drinking only protein shakes all day today. Gotta reset.
But 12 pounds? YOU GO.
I felt the same way about North and South. I liked the book, but hated the ending. It felt like the author just decided to quit writing the story. The movie, however, like you said, redeemed the ending.
12 pounds?? Oh, I’m so jealous. I was doing so well, then NOT well for months, and well… I’m just jealous.
I love that Les Mis concert with my whole soul. The end.
I felt the same way about North and South. I liked the book, but hated the ending. It felt like the author just decided to quit writing the story. The movie, however, like you said, redeemed the ending.
12 pounds?? Oh, I’m so jealous. I was doing so well, then NOT well for months, and well… I’m just jealous.
I love that Les Mis concert with my whole soul. The end.
With that many students, you’re bound to lose a few names. Honestly, I don’t even have that excuse and I lose a lot anyway. =P
Dude. That video was hilarious! LOL!
Oh, N&S! Yay! You watched it! Aren’t those last 5 minutes the most romantic thing EVER? Oh, Richard Armitage. I just adore you! And the proposal scene? She rips his heart apart! And he does the best acting in the world!!! Seriously, I love that movie.
I’m envious of that vacation. Crazy hair or no, that looks SO worth it. =]
Congrats on hopping back on the wagon. You’re gorgeous all the same though, Becca.
With that many students, you’re bound to lose a few names. Honestly, I don’t even have that excuse and I lose a lot anyway. =P
Dude. That video was hilarious! LOL!
Oh, N&S! Yay! You watched it! Aren’t those last 5 minutes the most romantic thing EVER? Oh, Richard Armitage. I just adore you! And the proposal scene? She rips his heart apart! And he does the best acting in the world!!! Seriously, I love that movie.
I’m envious of that vacation. Crazy hair or no, that looks SO worth it. =]
Congrats on hopping back on the wagon. You’re gorgeous all the same though, Becca.
12 pounds?! Awesome! Good for you. Have I mentioned that Nauvoo is my favorite place on earth? I think only half a dozen times. We are going to try to go their too in July to see the pageant, again. I watched North and South when it came on t.v., as a kid and I’ve loved it ever since.
How’s the agent hunt going?
12 pounds?! Awesome! Good for you. Have I mentioned that Nauvoo is my favorite place on earth? I think only half a dozen times. We are going to try to go their too in July to see the pageant, again. I watched North and South when it came on t.v., as a kid and I’ve loved it ever since.
How’s the agent hunt going?
Wow. No sugar? That would kill me. But I should try it. Really I should. Yay for -12 pounds! =D
Wow. No sugar? That would kill me. But I should try it. Really I should. Yay for -12 pounds! =D
Trying so hard to figure out what word normal people should never say, Perhaps it says more about the vocabulary I use than I wish it did. Flat-out hair is, btw, a brilliant description of what’s likely to happen. But NEVER FEAR!! I shall be thoroughly trained up for any and all hug-it-out conversations.
Trying so hard to figure out what word normal people should never say, Perhaps it says more about the vocabulary I use than I wish it did. Flat-out hair is, btw, a brilliant description of what’s likely to happen. But NEVER FEAR!! I shall be thoroughly trained up for any and all hug-it-out conversations.
I love your fresh and quirky ways:)
I love your fresh and quirky ways:)