Not so much...

Today we are studying the continents. I even taught this cute little song. Then we did this group activity where we labeled the continents on a blank map. With this conversation:

Me: "And this continent here is Asia."
T.: "Asia-VU!" (followed by giggles)

So yeah. DEJA-Vu is a strip club. Awesome parenting. Thumbs up.

Birthday Resolutions.

This year I am going to NYC again for my birthday and, as Ryan is coming with me, I have decided to set a few rules:

I will not allow Laura to talk to the absolute weirdies that she tends to attract when we go out.

I will not allow Laura to take pictures of me with these weirdies.

I will not eat the moldy cake that these "friendly" pizza guys gave us for free that were CLEARLY covered in mold which we partially ate because we didn't notice until the next morning. (Look how freaking happy they were! I hate those guys. Jerks. Moldy cake jerks.)

Furthermore, I will not look diseased. I got off the plane and went out. That's my excuse. And it's a good one. So shut up about it. And the moldy cake.

Thing my step instructor said during class yesterday while we were rolling a giant ball up and down the wall with our backs:

"Well, everyone just be careful. Because I don't want to be liable. I mean, I AM liable, but I don't want you getting hurt so I get in trouble."

(Whatevs. Her step class sucked and the only way I could have hurt myself was if I threw my back out throwing the ball at her liable frikkin' face.)

A quote and a playlist.

My dad sent me a newspaper article by Tom Moore about how Hollywood portrays inner city teachers as these martyrs who win over intensely difficult class settings by a raising their voice and using humor. It was a pretty amazing article and, as an inner city teacher, I will spare you my extensive thoughts on the topic and share this portion of it instead:

"While no one believes that hospitals are really like "ER" or that doctors are anything like "House," no one blames doctors for the failure of the health care system. From No Child Left Behind to City Hall, teachers are accused of being incompetent and underqualified, while their appeals for better and safer workplaces are systematically ignored."

Hmmm.

Now, go download these songs:

1. Breathe Me, by Sia
2. Sparks, by Coldplay
3. 66, by The Afghan Whigs
4. Forgive Me, by Rebecca St. James & BarlowGirl
5. Pretty much anything by Corey Crowder
6. 9 Crimes, by Damien Rice
7. Sleep, by The Dandy Warhols
8. Grace's Amazing Hands, by Dave Barnes
9. Brothers on a Hotel Bed, by Deathcab for Cutie
10. Today Has Been Okay, by Emiliana Torinni
11. Pale September, Fiona Apple
12. Save Me, by Jem
13. The Fear You Won't Fall, by Joshua Radin
14. Paperweight, by Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk
15. Nowhere Warm, by Kate Havnevik
16. Red Meets Blue, by Matt Wertz
17. Fidelity, by Regina Spektor
18. Destiny, by Zero 7

I'm not even kidding. If you want a long drive mix or a laid back Sunday mix, I just made you an UNREAL one. Unreal.

Piiiiiiiiictures.

Lola and I out for her birthday. Or birfday, if you're D.

Flowers from Ryyyyy. I can put this on here and brag about my boyfriend because I had a terrible week last week. And because he's pretty freaking amazing anyway. And... it's my blog.

Number of times today I...

...changed my socks: 2

...went to the rec to work out and came home pissed because there was some crappy donor thing and I couldn't find a parking spot: 1

...yelled in the car, alone, the phrase, "It's freaking FREEZING!": at least 5

...forgot about and allowed to boil over the milk/water for noodles: 2

...told kids to sit down or stop talking: I can't even think about it

...ate the kids' snacks: 1

...talked to Kristin on the phone: 3

...was bitten by Catboy: 1

...hated the smell of burnt milk/water on my stove: 1

D's quote of the day.

D: "Ms. Hinshaw! My birfday is today! I fink. My mom said it was... sometime."

(I check my birthday calendar.)

Me: "No honey. Your birthday is in June."

D: "Oh."

Conversation I had today in my creepy vet's office which is so cheap that I can ALMOST overlook the weirdies that go there.

Woman #1: "Girl, we got to go soon. I got to ur-in-ate and I can't hold it no more."

Woman #2: "You know, if you hold your urine, your eyeballs pop out."

Me (After literally, 2 hours of playing mute with my head buried in my arms on top of Catboy's carrier): "Then please go pee. I don't want to see that."

And neither of those women were even the weridy who kept talking about her cattery, or the one with a pitbull and the tattooed star under her eye. They were, however, somehow related to the guy who kept telling Woman #1 that he needed to go so he could get ahold of his 'incense dealer' because his friend 'done smoked it all already'.

The vet really is cheap though.

Aaaaaaand it's 2007.

Last night Ry and I went to Pat and Lori's wedding reception. They should move back because I miss them. Also, Timmy proposed to Kari. They should not move away because I would miss them too. Everyone should do what I say. Also, that 20-something girl in the glittery prom dress last night should DEFINATELY have listened to me. Or at least rethought the length.

I don't know. It really is weird how we just keep being the most attractive couple when we go out. Timmy and Kari, pre-engagement. :)

Pat and I.

Two of my favorite boys ever in life. Who are seriously lucky I like both of their significant others so much or I would be hardcore hating on some girls. Yay Kari and Lori!

Wedding Lori!

Timmy and I.

My long lost friend Ming and I.

Joe!