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Spring Break… You Dirty B*&%@# March 23, 2012


What the hell is everyone doing?  No, I’m serious, what is everyone actually doing?  I’ve been on spring break for 8 days now.  8 days.  As a teacher, it is one benefit we reap every year in March.  10 days with no students, no assessments, no crazy parent emails (well, actually those keep coming, I just choose to ignore them during my hiatus), and no stress.  With 8 days down and 2 to go, I’m feeling stir crazy and just want to know what everyone else is doing to occupy their time.  Until I can figure that out, let me tell you about the wild shenanigans I’ve been up to.  Brace yourself…

Days 1-3 my parents visited.  I moved approximately 3.5 hours from home (yes hours, not miles, I cannot read a map to save my life and would easily die on Survivor before being voted off first by my tribe) so when they come to visit it is always a fun time.  We went downtown to see the big St. Patrick’s Day parade.  My dad grabbed for my mom’s hand upon seeing multiple “weirdos” as he called them.  “Where the hell are you taking us?” he asked.  After convincing them that this parade is supposed to be really cool and worth our time, we stayed and sat on a curb for an hour.  I tried to keep conversation rolling to pass the time, but it was clear they weren’t exactly impressed with my itinerary thus far.  Finally, the first few floats (well more like large party buses) drove by and were filled with screaming, and I’m assuming drunk, people.  Mom began to enjoy herself as she screamed for beads as each float, er, bus passed by.  She had several within a few minutes and was smitten.  An hour or so passed and my parents rolled up our blanket we were sitting on and promptly announced they’d had enough of the drunken people screaming and were ready to go.  We left.

Day 4 began with my friend calling me around 10:00 screaming, “SPRING BREAK 2012 BITCHES!!!”  A little groggy having just woken up only minutes ago, I managed a small, “Woooo.”  I looked down at my baggy pajamas and tried to run my fingers through my bed head hair.  Spring break wasn’t off to a great start this week.  If only I was hanging out at a swim up bar with my girlfriends in a cheetah print bikini taking body shots off some guy named, Brad, whom we had just met and claimed to be producer for MTV.  Now that would be a real spring break!  “Hello?”  I shook my head as my friend brought me back to reality.  “Oh sorry, I was just trying to figure out what to do today,” I said.

Days 4-6 were filled with my attempt to be a 1950’s housewife.  I am a pretty big feminist so this was big for me, and very exciting for my husband!  I’m sure you heard of Pinterest by now.  If not, get out from under your rock and Google that shit.  I hunted furiously for great recipes I could actually make (the options were limited due to my crap cooking skills and flat-out laziness) and got busy cooking!  Creamy Crock-Pot Spaghetti was up first.  Overall, it went pretty well.  But four hours later when it was time to open the pot and stir, all of my noodles were stuck together.  It tasted alright, but watching my husband eat a wad of 10 spaghetti noodles stuck together and kindly say, “Mmmm, good!” with each bite was just sad.  Peanut Butter Cup Chocolate Chip Cookies turned out great!  I put way more care into making these high calorie, carb-filled, bites of pure deliciousness than I had selecting our first house.  Finally, I made Lasagna Spinach Roll Ups.  Although they were more time-consuming than the lovely blog they came from explained, I was proud of their outcome.  We didn’t eat until after 8:00 PM, but hey, Jersey Shore wasn’t an overnight sensation either.

Finally, FINALLY, on Day 7 I found a poor soul to have lunch with.  Seriously, I had been calling other teacher friends all week for some human interaction (apparently my mind craves it after only a few hours alone) and everyone was busy.  What the HELL were they doing all week?  Someone please tell me!  I walked into the restaurant and my friend says, “Wow, did you get your hair done?  It looks cute!  I like your clothes, very fun!”  Nope, no hair appointment.  No new outfit.  The thought of interacting with another person excited me so much that I kind of dolled myself up and went a little crazy.  “Well, you know….” I said and shrugged as if I hadn’t been lounging in baggy sweatpants and old college t-shirts for 6 days in a row.  Lunch was nice and we ended up having a 2 hour convo about moving, school, relationships, and buying furniture from nut jobs who “only accept cash.”  Yikes.

Which brings me to today.  Day 8.  It is Friday and the only part left of my spring break is the weekend with my hubbie as usual.  My “vacation” is over and back to reality I go.  I managed to rearrange some bookshelves after knocking over a lamp and cussing like crazy to nobody in particular.  I also caught up on the latest celebrity scandals and gossip by repeatedly checking my Twitter account and People.com.  (Did you know Tori Spelling is pregnant AGAIN??)

In conclusion, I just have to tell spring break what a dirty b*&%@# she is.  Yes, I got to relax.  Yes, I slept in like a college student with 1:00 class.  Yes, my photos are now perfectly arranged by date and in albums.  But I’m ready to get back to contributing to society.  Back to getting dressed like an adult every day.  Back to having a reason to put on hair spray and mascera.  Spring break, you’ve been relaxing, but you’re also a dirty  b*&%@#.

 

How Would You Spend a Snow Day? February 2, 2011


I swear we teachers work all year for one coveted reason: The snow day.  If you teach in the midwest you’re almost guaranteed one of these throughout the winter.  Today, February 2nd, was our first snow day. 

One very snowy day!

It started with us dismissing students early yesterday.  I got home around 3:00 and immediately grabbed a Diet Coke, made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, put on sweat pants, and plopped down on the couch.  Sigh.  This is what I’ve been waiting for.  I couldn’t wait to watch Oprah for the first time since August and veg out on my comfy couch. 

I did this for about 3 hours.  I surfed Facebook, read blogs, attempted some graduate homework, and called my mom to wish her a happy birthday.  The only reason I got up from the couch around 6:00 was to eat.  I heated up some leftover pizza and plopped back down on the couch.  This pizza was especially delicious because I did not go to the gym today.  I usually go 3-4 times per week and happily missed today because of the deteriorating road conditions (and they cancelled my class.)  For some reason, crappy food tastes so much better if you haven’t worked out.  I tend to feel guilty if I cram tasty high-calorie food into my mouth directly following a sweaty cardio blast.  But not today.  Today the pizza tasted magical!

I continued with my evening by watching Beverly Hills Housewives Reunion and Teen Mom 2.  What a great evening!  Although I didn’t exert much energy all evening, I still managed to fall asleep quickly.  I slept in this morning until multiple snowblowers woke me up.  What is it with men and snowblowers?  Do snowblowers not work as well after 10:00 in the morning? 

This morning I walked into the living room and noticed my butt imprint in the couch from yesterday.  I happily settled back into my place and put my feet up.  My plans for the day include TV, cleaning, graduate homework, and eating.  I got to thinking, how did I spend my snow days when I was a kid?

If I was 10 instead of halfway to 50, I would have woken up 3 hours earlier, gobbled up some Frosted Flakes and got dressed to go outside.  I would have called all my neighborhood friends and met them on the hill for sledding.  We would have come home for food and water and gone back out. 

Now…. I stare out the window at the blustery conditions and shiver.  You could not pay me to go out there.  Even if I had no food in the house, I think I would start eating couch cushions before I would venture out for food.  Oh how the times have changed. 

I’m open to suggestions on how to spend my snow day today.  If you’re also enjoying one, tell me what you’ll be doing.  If you are longing for a snow day, tell me how you’d spend it.  Lord knows I’ll have time today to check your responses frequently!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my lazy snow day.