Here are the new and important things in my life right now:
1. School starts on Tuesday and last night I had a dream I didn't show up on the first day until 1 in the afternoon. As I was rushing around my apartment trying to get ready...my Taylor professors showed up to tell me how disappointed they were in me. When I finally got to school I had nothing prepared and the kids were running around like crazies. I'm setting 9 alarms on Monday night. At 9 different locations within my apartment. I will take no chances.
2. My fire alarm has decided it likes to beep every three minutes. I've tried replacing the battery. No dice amigo. (Or no Deesay as one friend thought I was saying in a text).
3. I tried to rescue a kitten from a bush in front of a mansion. I saw it one day, went back the next day, the next day and the next and he was gone. It's a little sad because I was pretty emotionally attached already.
4. Went to a family reunion (make that TWO family reunions) this weekend. Learned that more than likely I am a product of the Canaanites. Like the Biblical bad guys. I'm wondering if this is going to affect my relationship status with Jesus. Hope not.
5. I have cable now.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Sorry folks, I got nothing. My mind is too preoccupied with the fact that in dream land I pseudoruined my entire career.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Let Me See Your Chief Kennesaw! Oh wait...not you Pack 5.
Well friends.
As I have mentioned before, I have a big kid job these days. It starts in two weeks. I'm freaking out a little, but whatevs.
In the mean time, I have worked the standard IncrediPet and Camp Kearney summer...which every summer I swear I'll never do again. I always do.
Today was the last day of Camp Kearney (that involved children, tomorrow we pack everything..death).
To cap off potentially my last session EVER of Camp Kearney...I got a rather delightful pack that liked to do things like punch each other and swear. Naturally, we got along really well, as everyone knows I'm really into physical violence and cuss words.
After two weeks of what seemed like a never ending hades of children that made me question my desire to spend all day everyday with kids a little more than I'd like heading into my first teaching job, my kids finally decided that TODAY they would be good. It was seriously a group consensus...I had nothing to do with it.
One delightful aspect of Camp Kearney is the beloved Chief Kennesaw:
These days he's attached to a stick and is a little worse for the wear...maybe because I stole him last year and he spent the remainder of the year in my back window...maybe he melted a little...also maybe he lived through a thunderstorm or two in the woods..hung in a tree, but I SWEAR I had nothing to do with that one.
Needless to say, Chief Kennesaw is one very popular entity at CK.
Also. CK (Chief Kennesaw...not Camp Kearney..confusing..I know) is given to a group (or pack as we like to call them..since we're wolves and everything) who best follows the rules and listens to directions. It's very coveted because who wouldn't want a melted tiki mask hanging next to their table with caution tape around it?
SO ANYWAY. After two straight weeks of behavior that would make their mother's cry had I told them about it...my kiddos decided they would bargain with me for their good behavior. They had two demands. 1. A popsicle each AND 2. A Chief Kennesaw win. These sounded like reasonable demands to me, so I made a deal with the devil. They said they'd be good. AND THEY WERE! It was absolutely shocking. I even tested them by playing dodge ball..a game guaranteed to send them reeling into fist fights and harsh words. No dice amigo. They just smiled and kept playing..even when they got hit in "the place," as they like to refer to it.
SO. Naturally at the end of the day, I "nominate" my kids for Chief Kennesaw. This is what my boss (who..let's be honest takes his job a liitttle too seriously..among other things) says,
"Claire, I cannot give Pack 5 Chief Kennesaw. The essence of Chief Kennesaw is listening and following directions..and your kids just really struggled with that all week..and I caught them throwing mustard packets at dinner. I don't think we can taint the name of Chief Kennesaw by giving it to Pack 5."
WOW. WOOOOWWW.
GOD FORBID that a melted tiki mask that's zip tied together and mounted on a broken mop handle have it's name tainted by my obviously unworthy 8 year olds.
Don't even get me started on Saul Good (NO..NOT the restaurant as you may be thinking), the 200 pound wooden man with marble eyes and a arm that has an uncanny knack for falling off, who may or may not have fallen ON MY TOE yesterday, that is given to the pack who works the best as a team.
Where the HECK do (DID, as of tomorrow at noon) I work?
Oh well. Peace, Love and Chief Kennesaw.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. In my last blog, I misspelled Picnic. You see I assumed that you would spell it like the English word, picnic (the act of people eating out side on a blanket). BOY WAS THIS KID WRONG. PICNIK. Because obviously you cannot spell things the correct way, they must be spelled wrong. Why? Picnik...I already hated you...you are not helping your cause.
2. You may wonder where the name "Chief Kennesaw" came from. The easy answer is that my boss drove by Kenesaw Road on his way to work. The more complicated answer, that I prefer, is that it came from an ancient Indian Chief during the war of 1812 who refused to forfeit his teepee to the British, even though they threatened to kill him. He was scalped (by the British) and left one relic behind that we later found on the grounds of Camp Kearney, which comes in the form of a tiki mask zip tied to a mop pole.
3. Kids will believe anything, it is truly amazing.
4. Is it bad that I like to exploit that as much as possible?
As I have mentioned before, I have a big kid job these days. It starts in two weeks. I'm freaking out a little, but whatevs.
In the mean time, I have worked the standard IncrediPet and Camp Kearney summer...which every summer I swear I'll never do again. I always do.
Today was the last day of Camp Kearney (that involved children, tomorrow we pack everything..death).
To cap off potentially my last session EVER of Camp Kearney...I got a rather delightful pack that liked to do things like punch each other and swear. Naturally, we got along really well, as everyone knows I'm really into physical violence and cuss words.
After two weeks of what seemed like a never ending hades of children that made me question my desire to spend all day everyday with kids a little more than I'd like heading into my first teaching job, my kids finally decided that TODAY they would be good. It was seriously a group consensus...I had nothing to do with it.
One delightful aspect of Camp Kearney is the beloved Chief Kennesaw:
These days he's attached to a stick and is a little worse for the wear...maybe because I stole him last year and he spent the remainder of the year in my back window...maybe he melted a little...also maybe he lived through a thunderstorm or two in the woods..hung in a tree, but I SWEAR I had nothing to do with that one.
Needless to say, Chief Kennesaw is one very popular entity at CK.
Also. CK (Chief Kennesaw...not Camp Kearney..confusing..I know) is given to a group (or pack as we like to call them..since we're wolves and everything) who best follows the rules and listens to directions. It's very coveted because who wouldn't want a melted tiki mask hanging next to their table with caution tape around it?
SO ANYWAY. After two straight weeks of behavior that would make their mother's cry had I told them about it...my kiddos decided they would bargain with me for their good behavior. They had two demands. 1. A popsicle each AND 2. A Chief Kennesaw win. These sounded like reasonable demands to me, so I made a deal with the devil. They said they'd be good. AND THEY WERE! It was absolutely shocking. I even tested them by playing dodge ball..a game guaranteed to send them reeling into fist fights and harsh words. No dice amigo. They just smiled and kept playing..even when they got hit in "the place," as they like to refer to it.
SO. Naturally at the end of the day, I "nominate" my kids for Chief Kennesaw. This is what my boss (who..let's be honest takes his job a liitttle too seriously..among other things) says,
"Claire, I cannot give Pack 5 Chief Kennesaw. The essence of Chief Kennesaw is listening and following directions..and your kids just really struggled with that all week..and I caught them throwing mustard packets at dinner. I don't think we can taint the name of Chief Kennesaw by giving it to Pack 5."
WOW. WOOOOWWW.
GOD FORBID that a melted tiki mask that's zip tied together and mounted on a broken mop handle have it's name tainted by my obviously unworthy 8 year olds.
Don't even get me started on Saul Good (NO..NOT the restaurant as you may be thinking), the 200 pound wooden man with marble eyes and a arm that has an uncanny knack for falling off, who may or may not have fallen ON MY TOE yesterday, that is given to the pack who works the best as a team.
Where the HECK do (DID, as of tomorrow at noon) I work?
Oh well. Peace, Love and Chief Kennesaw.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. In my last blog, I misspelled Picnic. You see I assumed that you would spell it like the English word, picnic (the act of people eating out side on a blanket). BOY WAS THIS KID WRONG. PICNIK. Because obviously you cannot spell things the correct way, they must be spelled wrong. Why? Picnik...I already hated you...you are not helping your cause.
2. You may wonder where the name "Chief Kennesaw" came from. The easy answer is that my boss drove by Kenesaw Road on his way to work. The more complicated answer, that I prefer, is that it came from an ancient Indian Chief during the war of 1812 who refused to forfeit his teepee to the British, even though they threatened to kill him. He was scalped (by the British) and left one relic behind that we later found on the grounds of Camp Kearney, which comes in the form of a tiki mask zip tied to a mop pole.
3. Kids will believe anything, it is truly amazing.
4. Is it bad that I like to exploit that as much as possible?
Saturday, July 10, 2010
It's an unjust and horrible world we live in...
This world is full of wackos.
True Life: Today I watched a woman come EXTREMELY close to tears because IncrediPet has stopped carrying her dog food.
She stood with her eyes closed and her hand on her forehead for a solid three minutes. It was a very awkward time in my life. I told her we could still special order it..but she wasn't having any of it..this resulted in another three minutes of hand on forehead with eyes closed. I'll be honest, I was so annoyed, I couldn't even be nice to her anymore. Then she left her cart in the middle of the parking lot...I went and got it from her and made her watch me walk it back in.
On no less than three occasions today, I was told that my boss was going to be contacted.
People are passionate about their dog food. Good thing I'm getting out of there in a week...I feel like a good old fashioned riot with pitchforks and torches could occur.
For future reference, if you own a pet store and you are thinking about discontinuing CORE, Merrick and Fromm 30# bags...think again. The world will obviously explode.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. The next time you decide to chew out the person ringing you out...think again...about the fact that they probably have nothing to do with decisions from the higher up.
2. Annie Hall: Most boring movie I've ever watched...so boring I only watched it when Spice World was loading.
True Life: Today I watched a woman come EXTREMELY close to tears because IncrediPet has stopped carrying her dog food.
She stood with her eyes closed and her hand on her forehead for a solid three minutes. It was a very awkward time in my life. I told her we could still special order it..but she wasn't having any of it..this resulted in another three minutes of hand on forehead with eyes closed. I'll be honest, I was so annoyed, I couldn't even be nice to her anymore. Then she left her cart in the middle of the parking lot...I went and got it from her and made her watch me walk it back in.
On no less than three occasions today, I was told that my boss was going to be contacted.
People are passionate about their dog food. Good thing I'm getting out of there in a week...I feel like a good old fashioned riot with pitchforks and torches could occur.
For future reference, if you own a pet store and you are thinking about discontinuing CORE, Merrick and Fromm 30# bags...think again. The world will obviously explode.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. The next time you decide to chew out the person ringing you out...think again...about the fact that they probably have nothing to do with decisions from the higher up.
2. Annie Hall: Most boring movie I've ever watched...so boring I only watched it when Spice World was loading.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
This time Baby, I'll be(ee) Bullet Proof
Well blog world. It has been quite some time since we last rendezvoused. I'll be honest, I have felt a little undeserving of your love lately as I have no good material for you. BUT. I will give it a shot and please forgive me should this blog lack my standard wit and charisma.
I recently got the opportunity to reunited with all of my favorite people (for now..until I meet my millionaire husband) and it was spectacular. I tell you, there is nothing better than a wedding combined with a little Holiday World action. There is also nothing more exhausting..I'll be honest, my Camp Kearney game has slacked a little this week because of the fatigue and general bad attitude about life now that it doesn't have the likes of the Villa in it. Lame.
I feel like I spend a lot of my blog talking about the interesting people that somehow always seem to make themselves known in the world, so I'm going to refrain from writing a blog about the tattoos of Holiday World (I would say I was one of 18 adults at the park that lacked one). However please know that when you are 40 with 3 kids and at a water park...the dolphins you had tattooed around your belly button do not look the same as they did when you put them there.
In other news, my dear camper friend Sean has discovered a way to solve the oil spill involving exactly 16 tubes (the square root of 16 is also 4 he informed us), and he told me about it for a solid 45 minutes yesterday. He also has an aptitude for crocheting that he tells us about frequently. I told him he should just crochet a cover for that valve to stop it. He wouldn't even consider it..kids these days..don't listen to their elders.
Well there you go my blog loving friends. It ain't much...but it's something.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Picnic: if you picnic your pictures. and you are over the age of 13 you should stop. ASAP.
2. A Silly Band Relationship: There is a little romance forming among a few campers at my place of employment. Ages: Both 12. Ways we know its official: 1. It's FBO (facebook official...if you didn't know that...get with the program) 2. There was an exchange of heart shaped silly bands. THIS IS NOT JOKING MATTER ANYMORE FOLKS! Roll out the white carpet and call the caterer... true love is here to stay.
I recently got the opportunity to reunited with all of my favorite people (for now..until I meet my millionaire husband) and it was spectacular. I tell you, there is nothing better than a wedding combined with a little Holiday World action. There is also nothing more exhausting..I'll be honest, my Camp Kearney game has slacked a little this week because of the fatigue and general bad attitude about life now that it doesn't have the likes of the Villa in it. Lame.
I feel like I spend a lot of my blog talking about the interesting people that somehow always seem to make themselves known in the world, so I'm going to refrain from writing a blog about the tattoos of Holiday World (I would say I was one of 18 adults at the park that lacked one). However please know that when you are 40 with 3 kids and at a water park...the dolphins you had tattooed around your belly button do not look the same as they did when you put them there.
In other news, my dear camper friend Sean has discovered a way to solve the oil spill involving exactly 16 tubes (the square root of 16 is also 4 he informed us), and he told me about it for a solid 45 minutes yesterday. He also has an aptitude for crocheting that he tells us about frequently. I told him he should just crochet a cover for that valve to stop it. He wouldn't even consider it..kids these days..don't listen to their elders.
Well there you go my blog loving friends. It ain't much...but it's something.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Picnic: if you picnic your pictures. and you are over the age of 13 you should stop. ASAP.
2. A Silly Band Relationship: There is a little romance forming among a few campers at my place of employment. Ages: Both 12. Ways we know its official: 1. It's FBO (facebook official...if you didn't know that...get with the program) 2. There was an exchange of heart shaped silly bands. THIS IS NOT JOKING MATTER ANYMORE FOLKS! Roll out the white carpet and call the caterer... true love is here to stay.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Of Silly Bands and Packing...
So. As I write this, I am staring at my room of crap that has somehow accumulated over the last 22 years. AND it all has to leave. Preferably by tomorrow. Let's be honest, it won't happen. BUT. In excellent news, I know hold the keys to my apartment and I can move in tomorrow. This is even greater news to my brother who's moving into my room (nothing says love like going out and getting paint swatches the day after I put the deposit on my apartment).
Here's the question: What in the world do you do with all this stuff? I mean..you just feel guilty throwing things away like trophies and American Girl Dolls...but it's not like they go with my decor. SO. Instead of tackling this issue, I am writing this blog.
Today was also the first day of good old Camp Kearney. It rained. A kid slapped me. An incident report was filed. Chalk it up as a win. BUT despite that, it was a good day and tomorrow's crazy hat day, so you can't go wrong...unless a kid decides they want to punch me this time.
ALSO. SILLY BANDS! They are my life. I am in intense competition to see who can get the most. So far I'm in the lead with 4. Keep in mind that until lunchtime today I had none (unless you count my broken stegosaurus (THANKS MEL)). ALSO bear in mind that I originally got a loaf of bread and a mini-van and somehow managed to trade around until I ended up with a seahorse, turtle, giraffe and penguin. LIFE IS GOOD.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. The Bachelorette: I will be the first to admit that I am shamelessly addicted. BUT, this kid on their went and got a tattoo symbolizing their relationship. Not only was it extraordinarily uncomfortable to watch, but COME ON! You are one of 11 guys, and now you are stuck with a tattoo because she is not going to choose you because of the INTENSE creepy factor that brings about. EEK. Case and Point: We all saw what happened to L.C. on The HIlls, no body wants to try and turn a J (as in Jason) into an L. Don't get relationship tattoos, it never ends well.
2. Conversation my sister's pack had today:
Kid 1: Miss Haley, are you married?
Haley: No..I'm to young to get married!
Kid 1: NO! I know tons of people your age married!
Haley: Well, who am I supposed to marry?
Kid 1: Some boy I don't know...
Haley: Oooh, well. Who's your wife then?
Kid 1: I don't have one!
Kid 2: When I have a girlfriend, I want her to be a robot girl, so we can smash buildings together.
Kid 3: When I have a boyfriend, I want him to be named Jackson
Kid 4: Sometimes you can chose your boyfriend's name, Teila!
Kid 5: Well, I just want a really pretty girlfriend.
Kid 6: I don't really care what they look like, I just want them to be nice on the inside.
6 year olds are so hilarious, much funnier than my 10 year olds, but I don't have to tie 10 year olds shoes and they don't try to sit on my lap when it's 1.8 million degrees either. SO. I live vicariously through Haley's stories.
Here's the question: What in the world do you do with all this stuff? I mean..you just feel guilty throwing things away like trophies and American Girl Dolls...but it's not like they go with my decor. SO. Instead of tackling this issue, I am writing this blog.
Today was also the first day of good old Camp Kearney. It rained. A kid slapped me. An incident report was filed. Chalk it up as a win. BUT despite that, it was a good day and tomorrow's crazy hat day, so you can't go wrong...unless a kid decides they want to punch me this time.
ALSO. SILLY BANDS! They are my life. I am in intense competition to see who can get the most. So far I'm in the lead with 4. Keep in mind that until lunchtime today I had none (unless you count my broken stegosaurus (THANKS MEL)). ALSO bear in mind that I originally got a loaf of bread and a mini-van and somehow managed to trade around until I ended up with a seahorse, turtle, giraffe and penguin. LIFE IS GOOD.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. The Bachelorette: I will be the first to admit that I am shamelessly addicted. BUT, this kid on their went and got a tattoo symbolizing their relationship. Not only was it extraordinarily uncomfortable to watch, but COME ON! You are one of 11 guys, and now you are stuck with a tattoo because she is not going to choose you because of the INTENSE creepy factor that brings about. EEK. Case and Point: We all saw what happened to L.C. on The HIlls, no body wants to try and turn a J (as in Jason) into an L. Don't get relationship tattoos, it never ends well.
2. Conversation my sister's pack had today:
Kid 1: Miss Haley, are you married?
Haley: No..I'm to young to get married!
Kid 1: NO! I know tons of people your age married!
Haley: Well, who am I supposed to marry?
Kid 1: Some boy I don't know...
Haley: Oooh, well. Who's your wife then?
Kid 1: I don't have one!
Kid 2: When I have a girlfriend, I want her to be a robot girl, so we can smash buildings together.
Kid 3: When I have a boyfriend, I want him to be named Jackson
Kid 4: Sometimes you can chose your boyfriend's name, Teila!
Kid 5: Well, I just want a really pretty girlfriend.
Kid 6: I don't really care what they look like, I just want them to be nice on the inside.
6 year olds are so hilarious, much funnier than my 10 year olds, but I don't have to tie 10 year olds shoes and they don't try to sit on my lap when it's 1.8 million degrees either. SO. I live vicariously through Haley's stories.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
RIP Handshake: It's a Huggy Hug World Out There, With No Room For You
It's recently come to my attention that the handshake has left the building. Seriously, when is the last time someone offered you their hand in greeting as opposed to just going in for the big one (when it wasn't a job interview)? It's borderline out of control. I understand that this new generation is more comfortable and less formal (blah blah blah), but seriously folks..I have no desire to be that close to you the first time we meet.
Granted, I have been known to have a personal space issue from time (maybe the yard stick I used to carry around was a bit extreme, but you get the drift).
Here is a list of reasons why handshakes are better than hugs:
1. You don't have to smell the person you are shaking hands with, while a hug guarantees that you will (this is not that relevent to me because of my anosmia (yeah, I googled that one, don't worry)), but my roommate holds her breath every time she hugs someone and this is just not safe, she could pass out one day.
2. There is only one way to shake hands, while hugging can just get very awkward. Do I go for the side? Full frontal? How much pressure do I apply? Do I simply embrace or do I pat the back? Am I over thinking it? Maybe, but for us over thinkers, hugging can get a little stressful.
3. How long do you hang on? You don't want to be the first to let go...that show's a lack of concern, but you don't want to hang on too long either because that's just creepy. Granted you can end up with carpal tunnel the way some people shake hands these days, but at least your nose isn't pressed in the person's weird smelling hair while this is all going down.
I have also noticed that the handshake is a completely lost art. Ever gotten what I like to call the limp fish? This is particularly common during church greeting time and I hate to admit it, but it is usually my sex at fault. Such a struggle.
So, here at the end of my sermon I would like to offer a challenge. The next time you meet someone, stick that hand out there proudly, give the other persons hand a quick pump and be on your way.
However, if you are as lucky as I am in no less than 4 situations in the last 3 weeks, your handshake will be rejected as that person had already gone in for the hug, so you're stuck in an even more awkward situation; a hand out and an embrace (think about where that extended hand is headed..straight for the gut..or worse).
Woe is me, maybe one day I'll be the hugging initiator making everyone else feel weird, but I doubt it.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. My mother informed me today, after having gone to a wedding where the mother talked extensively about how she was praying for that groom since the daughter was born, that she hasn't done that and refuses too...she prays for me to lead a Godly life in His will or something I guess...sheesh...what am I supposed to do now? I'm screwed.
2. I heard that one of the Real Housewives of New Jersey makes $79,000, but spends more than 11 million a year. HOLY COW! Seriously, I'll be honest, I get nauseous thinking about the cable bill that's about to set me back 80 bucks a month. I cannot imagine being in that much debt.
Granted, I have been known to have a personal space issue from time (maybe the yard stick I used to carry around was a bit extreme, but you get the drift).
Here is a list of reasons why handshakes are better than hugs:
1. You don't have to smell the person you are shaking hands with, while a hug guarantees that you will (this is not that relevent to me because of my anosmia (yeah, I googled that one, don't worry)), but my roommate holds her breath every time she hugs someone and this is just not safe, she could pass out one day.
2. There is only one way to shake hands, while hugging can just get very awkward. Do I go for the side? Full frontal? How much pressure do I apply? Do I simply embrace or do I pat the back? Am I over thinking it? Maybe, but for us over thinkers, hugging can get a little stressful.
3. How long do you hang on? You don't want to be the first to let go...that show's a lack of concern, but you don't want to hang on too long either because that's just creepy. Granted you can end up with carpal tunnel the way some people shake hands these days, but at least your nose isn't pressed in the person's weird smelling hair while this is all going down.
I have also noticed that the handshake is a completely lost art. Ever gotten what I like to call the limp fish? This is particularly common during church greeting time and I hate to admit it, but it is usually my sex at fault. Such a struggle.
So, here at the end of my sermon I would like to offer a challenge. The next time you meet someone, stick that hand out there proudly, give the other persons hand a quick pump and be on your way.
However, if you are as lucky as I am in no less than 4 situations in the last 3 weeks, your handshake will be rejected as that person had already gone in for the hug, so you're stuck in an even more awkward situation; a hand out and an embrace (think about where that extended hand is headed..straight for the gut..or worse).
Woe is me, maybe one day I'll be the hugging initiator making everyone else feel weird, but I doubt it.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. My mother informed me today, after having gone to a wedding where the mother talked extensively about how she was praying for that groom since the daughter was born, that she hasn't done that and refuses too...she prays for me to lead a Godly life in His will or something I guess...sheesh...what am I supposed to do now? I'm screwed.
2. I heard that one of the Real Housewives of New Jersey makes $79,000, but spends more than 11 million a year. HOLY COW! Seriously, I'll be honest, I get nauseous thinking about the cable bill that's about to set me back 80 bucks a month. I cannot imagine being in that much debt.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
My title has little to no significance. It's just stuck in my head. So there you go. I couldn't even tell you who sings that song. Whatevskies.
So. In exciting news, I have an apartment. AKA my sister's boyfriend now has a place to stay if he comes to visit, according to my father. Having lived in a college dorm/furnished house for the last 4 years, I naturally have no furniture, so it has become very necessary that I acquire some, lest I desire to sit on the wood floor while living my life. However, PROBLEM SOLVED. Thanks to my bff craig's list, I am the new owner of a pair of couches. They are actually very nice couches, and to be honest, they were a steal. It's not every day you come across pottery barn couches for the price I paid for them. You might be thinking, wow! That's awesome! Pottery Barn stuff is super cute and you would be correct in thinking that most things that come off the shelf at Pottery Barn are precious (and heinously overpriced). However, on this occasion you would be sorely mistaken. My couches, for all their comfort and price practicality are DENIM (much like the underwear that seams to be so popular that I talked about in my previous post). It looks like a levi's factory exploded in my living room. I was very distraught by this for a few hours until I came up with this: I can call them the Jouch (or Jofa) and the Joveseat. I find great comfort in being able to give things funny names (my car for instance is the Whale because when I first got it, that's what the horn sounded like). SO, although my original intention was to get new slipcovers for these bad boys, I have a feeling I will have a hard time parting with the divine denim look of these fabulous pieces of furniture. (like my alliterations there?)
Other news: I am reading the memoirs of Josh Hamilton, the baseball player: Once addicted to crack, now addicted to Christ. I'm not going to lie to you, I can't put the dang book down. He may have been addicted to actual crack, but his book is like crack to me. Anyway, I recently came to the realization that of the non-fiction books I have read in my entire life (trust me, there are not many, like maybe 7 tops) the only ones I have enjoyed have been the stories of baseball players (so, this one and the biography of Sammy Sosa). I'm glad I've honed in on this niche, because it's going to make my summer reading list more substantial than my previous list which consisted of the entire Gossip Girl series.
That's all I have for you tonight folks, may all your skies be blue and all your couches be denim.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Internet Lingo: do U fnd it dum whn ppl wrt lyk dis? b*cuz I do. srsly ppl, have U evr hrd of punctuation or grammar (no lingo for those words, it would be an oxymoron)? so dum.
2. The Pregnancy Pact: Just watched this movie on Lifetime, I have no profound thoughts to throw out about this movie, but as long as you are considering things, consider watching this movie. You won't regret it. (okay, maybe you will, but is entertaining none the less).
So. In exciting news, I have an apartment. AKA my sister's boyfriend now has a place to stay if he comes to visit, according to my father. Having lived in a college dorm/furnished house for the last 4 years, I naturally have no furniture, so it has become very necessary that I acquire some, lest I desire to sit on the wood floor while living my life. However, PROBLEM SOLVED. Thanks to my bff craig's list, I am the new owner of a pair of couches. They are actually very nice couches, and to be honest, they were a steal. It's not every day you come across pottery barn couches for the price I paid for them. You might be thinking, wow! That's awesome! Pottery Barn stuff is super cute and you would be correct in thinking that most things that come off the shelf at Pottery Barn are precious (and heinously overpriced). However, on this occasion you would be sorely mistaken. My couches, for all their comfort and price practicality are DENIM (much like the underwear that seams to be so popular that I talked about in my previous post). It looks like a levi's factory exploded in my living room. I was very distraught by this for a few hours until I came up with this: I can call them the Jouch (or Jofa) and the Joveseat. I find great comfort in being able to give things funny names (my car for instance is the Whale because when I first got it, that's what the horn sounded like). SO, although my original intention was to get new slipcovers for these bad boys, I have a feeling I will have a hard time parting with the divine denim look of these fabulous pieces of furniture. (like my alliterations there?)
Other news: I am reading the memoirs of Josh Hamilton, the baseball player: Once addicted to crack, now addicted to Christ. I'm not going to lie to you, I can't put the dang book down. He may have been addicted to actual crack, but his book is like crack to me. Anyway, I recently came to the realization that of the non-fiction books I have read in my entire life (trust me, there are not many, like maybe 7 tops) the only ones I have enjoyed have been the stories of baseball players (so, this one and the biography of Sammy Sosa). I'm glad I've honed in on this niche, because it's going to make my summer reading list more substantial than my previous list which consisted of the entire Gossip Girl series.
That's all I have for you tonight folks, may all your skies be blue and all your couches be denim.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
1. Internet Lingo: do U fnd it dum whn ppl wrt lyk dis? b*cuz I do. srsly ppl, have U evr hrd of punctuation or grammar (no lingo for those words, it would be an oxymoron)? so dum.
2. The Pregnancy Pact: Just watched this movie on Lifetime, I have no profound thoughts to throw out about this movie, but as long as you are considering things, consider watching this movie. You won't regret it. (okay, maybe you will, but is entertaining none the less).
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