There is nothing like a good night of arts and crafts with people you enjoy!

my sister centa's last night in town, and (chocolate cake) we didn't use subliminal messages to make things happen, and (plate of steak) make everyone sit outside in front of a fire in our bare socks.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful Mommo (yes, the "Mommo" was intentional- that is what I sometimes call her)!

i had visions that i did not bring to fruition today, but i should write them down, and bring the materials to the next craft night!

the three little words "sleep deprivation high" make me do funny things, like make my students' parents drive me to their house when their kids forget their music.

I have a brand new, state-of-the-art, mini garbage can (mini because I really don't produce enough garbage to justify a full-size garbage can), which has the follow features: 1.) foot petal for easy opening 2.) mouse-proof lid 3.) fingerprint-proof finish AND 4.) 10 year warranty (who knew they made garbage cans with warranties?)!

favorite road race quote (by lady motivating a team of "get fit for women" people): "look at that lady, running uphill! barefoot! pushing a baby! and she's beating you!" {Congratulations Brian!}

Last night I spotted a band of bikers on the most unique, blinged-out bicycles I have ever seen; the highlight was an extra tall bike that supported a 5 foot pole which then had a rotating disco ball that shimmered over the whole scene.

Have you ever been in a pub with 3 dozen fishermen singing acapella maritime folk music whilst throwing back a pint?

how many people with how many dslrs does it take to make a single awesome picture?

Sometimes I go dancing all by myself, which is really OK because I spend most of my time out on the dance floor with a stranger instead of with the people that I brought.

This sentence no verb and my bread no yeast and no good.

I have been known to fall asleep in the most unlikely places: my dinning room table, the kitchen floor, the T, and today I fell asleep in a gas station/service station- I don't think I am narcoleptic, but sometimes my behavior suggests otherwise.

to paraphrase someone else: "how do you portray sexism without being sexist"

It feels a bit strange to work my way through the seasons with little change to my daily routine, which is unlike my school years where each season was a new set of classes, or a different temporary summer job, or a long break; as an "adult," things look very similar as the calender pages flip along.

I was so happy that my last student forgot her music, it was an extra early night to go have potato chips and bridge, and I didn't try to save her lesson, and didn't feel guilty about that.

I found a dollar outside the door of my apartment building today and I could not help singing the song from the old Little Rascals movie, "I got a dollah, I got a dollah, I got a dollah, hey hey hey hey!"

and some days you find out you've accidentally bought eggs too many times in a row without checking your fridge, and find you have over 80.

I accidentally broke off my F9 key in an effort to extract a small bird seed that got stuck underneath it; I am glad that F9 doesn't have a secondary function on it that I would otherwise have to remember, but the secondary functions were apparently reserved for F9's neighboring keys: F8 and F10.

some days you have to run up a big hill in a long skirt (and see a fox!).