teacher's lounge lunch

We talk about food soo much in our teacher's lounge every day. Just today we talked about my pizza slice for a good 15 minutes.
They asked me where i got my pizza, then i didn't know the name of it so i told them about where it was, then someone figured it out, then someone talked about how they were afraid to go in their because it looked dirty, then we talked about whether we take it to go or if we eat there, then we talked about the owner, then how long they have been open, then went back and talked about how you get there, then if we could possibly get it catered, one teacher said that she thinks that is where she'll be getting her dinner this week, then it went to what type of pizza i had. i had a gyro pizza so we talked about lamb meat, then we talked about the spinach sausage pizza that place had. then we tried to find a day that maybe we could get it delivered to the school or someone could get their class watched and then go get the pizza themselves. then we talked about how slow the service is sometimes since there's only one guy who does the serving, the register, AND he cooks the pizzas in the back. he's a buzy little guy. then we actually talked about the crust at this place because someone had just told a story about a pizza with really hard crust and how they didn't take any money off for it.

We talk about food everyday like this. the questions where did you get your food always starts it. if someone made it we talk about how they made it and what is the recipe and if someone makes something similar they say how they do it. then if it's just a lean cuisine or a frozen thing we even talk about which meals are good and what they put in them and how long we heated it up. then if it's from a restaurant we talk about where the restaurant is, what the food was like, whether other people have been there, who'd you go with.

everyone eats, and i guess it is something we all have in common. if in doubt, talk about food!

could you do me a favor?

I don't take credit for thinking of this first because I heard it on tv, but i thought it was interesting.

Did you ever notice that you can tell what kind of favor someone wants by the length of the pause after you say it. short pause means a no big deal favor. long pause means a favor you might not want to do. For example, "Could you do me a favor and hand me that pencil." Practically no pause, not a big deal. And if you said, "Could you do me a favor? ....." And then you just wait and pause long enough and see if they will accept the favor before you even say it.

if you met a rock that was alive, what would you do?

I have a girl in my class, whom actually had an entire blog just of her own in the past. She comes in and tells me during snack time, "I just LOVE rocks so much. You know what I would do if I met a rock that was alive?! I would ask for its autograph!!" Then she proceeds to tell me the conversation she would have with the rock. It was just too funny; she is dead serious about her rocks. (I get rock gifts a lot.) I wish everyone could have been there.

senior year '08

So this past weekend Missy and I realized that we ("we" as in fellow '05 college grads) are in our senior year of adulthood. Senior year of adulthood. That means we must be getting really good at being adults?!

So maybe we should have a graduation and pass out diplomas of adulthood in the spring. maybe some open houses with punch and cookies.

What's after that? well, i'm sure we'll figure it out.

you have to watch my funny little nephew

Go to my sister's website and watch the "eating cereal" video. You must watch, it's not just adorable it's downright funny.

http://www.babyredoutey.blogspot.com/

star on my zipper

I love the little things about clothes. The smallest details that no one would ever notice. I put on my new jeans the other day. I wear them all of the time now. I held the little zipper to zip them up and I noticed there was a star cut out of the little zipper. It was so cute. A cut out star on my zipper. I loved it. I loved my jeans before now that it has a star on the zipper i love them even more.

I don't remember what pair of shoes i loved so much when I was little. But I remember that one day I looked on the bottom of my shoes and there was an awesome design on the bottom. It was like the bottom of my shoe could be a paint stamp.

Clothes are fun when you find secret things weeks after buying them.

don't you just love randomness?

Our moment in Chicago was beyond random and Sunday. So I get to see Missy on Saturday after the Ohio State game in Chicago. Of course what did we do all night? Dance in our friend's apartment, duh! That's what girls do in apartments, dance! Saturday was fun.

Then on Sunday morning Missy wakes me up while I was sleeping on the couch a little before 8 am and says, "I've got your whole day already planned for you!" I said, "Good." I was glad, but I probably didn't sound so thrilled that early in the morning.

Once we were ready we started on my day's plans. We picked up Angie from the Midway airport. She hopped in and it was a nostalgic moment for sure. It was weird to have three Nashvillians all of a sudden in one car in Chicago. I dropped them off at the Bears game. Turned around and headed to H & M. The moment was fleating but fun.

one man bathrooms

I can't stand one person bathrooms. I don't like the idea that they are standing out their waiting on you. Especially when they try the handle to see if it's locked. I jump a little and then I feel all rushed to go to the bathroom, wash my hands, check my hair, and run out... because they are waiting!

The worst is when you sit down on the toilet and you look at the door. Then you realize you never locked the door! Do you hurry back to the door to lock it or just hurry and go to the bathroom?

I just don't like it. I like stalls.

What would it be like?....

The new Congressman for Illinois is an energetic guy from Peoria who is my age. The youngest Congressman in the United States.. Aaron Schock. (Check out his campaigning website... http://www.aaronschock.com/index.html )

With the whole election day coming up and going to his party tonight, of course being a girl, I get all carried away with my thoughts, "Hmm... so if we get married, and then he becomes President, that means... I would be the First Lady!!" It's of course ridiculous, but it just made me wonder, "What would it be like if I was the First Lady?" My parents actually always said that my sister would be a good First Lady. I think I would be a pretty darn good one. I could tour and speak at schools. I could be an inspirational speaker.

What would it be like...

It's still okay to daydream as an adult, right?

random bike guy on highway

I was driving to work this morning and there was this guy. He was in the middle of the highway. All he was doing was trying to get to the other side of the 4 lane road. But there was a slight problem. You know those huge cement blocks that divide roads for construction? This guy was in the middle of the highway with maybe a foot between the lane and the cement barricade and he was trying to hurdle the cement block with his bike in his arms.


I drove past and looked in my rearview mirror to see how his progress was doing. He was still trying to leap over on his stomach on the top of the cement block and throw the bike over as well. Then I look farther behind me in my rearview mirror and the cement block divider stopped maybe 30 feet behind this guy who was trying to hurdle him and his bike over it. "Just walk a few more steps dude and you could have sauntered right to the other side of the highway with ease!"

Wow. I hope he finally got across safely.

prom day dress up

I had a dejavu moment on Saturday night.

Actual Halloween night pretty much was extremely uneventful. I passed out candy with my dad, did pushups and situps while I waited to fill my time. Watched a scary movie, went upstairs, cried some tears, and went to bed around 10. So I get up on Saturday thinking, "Jodi, you better get to wear your costume tonight."

So that afternoon I was officially going to a Halloween party. Knowing where the house is and what time it starts and who will be there means I was actually for sure going to a party. Yes! I get super excited and make sure mom is home to do my hair for my costume. She was late and I was frantic thinking I was going to be late to my party! Which let's be honest like anyone would care if someone is late haha. She does my hair. Dad watches us do it. I add the lipstick to finish the look. I go downstairs and pose for about 10 pictures for my mom in the dining room. I grab my stuff and walk out the door. I then look behind me and look onto our back porch and see my mom and dad standing next to each other smiling at me as I walk off saying, "You look great! I hope you have so much fun!!" Still waving and standing there I get in my car and drive off while they are still smiling and saying, "Have fun!"

That is when I thought, "Oh my word. I feel like I'm going to prom all over again." I think my parents were just so excited I was actually going to a fun party that they were sending me off with good fortune. Don't you just love parents? I'll have to figure out how to post a couple of the 10 pictures she took.

Aaron's aka Errands

Missy reminded me of this story of when I was little and I never posted it.

When I was little, little like before you go to Kindergarten little, I don't remember much of what my days consisted of; but I do not I went to do some "Aaron's" a LOT. Practically every day mom would say,"Jodi, we've got to go out and do some Aaron's." I would get in the car and we went to the grocery store, library, KMart, or whatever was on her list of things to do. So we did "Aaron's."

I finally went to Kindergarten, made some friends; and one day I was at a friend's house on a Saturday afternoon. I'm guessing I was either at Shelley Russell's or Summer Belsly's house. The mom said that we had to get in the car to do some errands. I was astonished and said, "What? My family does Aaron's too! Don't you go do Belsly's not Aaron's?!"

So that was the day I finally figured out that ALL families do "Aaron's" aka ERRANDS.

he's in love with me haha

So there's this guy at the halloween party I just came home from. He had a dart gun. Everyone once in a while it would boing me in the head or hit my braids or something. I would glare at him and throw the dart back at him. Then he walked over and gave me bubbles once. I think he even tried to talk to me with very little success. So it turns out an hour or so later my friend's husband says to me that this guy who is throwing darts at me told him that he was in love with Pippi! haha. He's in love with Pippi and he's throwing darts at her and blowing bubbles in her face. Don't tell mr. blue pants this, but he has no chance. I don't like that. I don't like darts thrown at my face. He must have fallen in love with me when I was on the stage singing with the band in a microphone "The Monster Mash." And then of course there's this other guy who was sits next to me at the fire. I said, "Don't you just love fires?!" He said, "I love getting drunk!" I got up and left without even answering. I wish every guy was that apparent about what they love. So we have a love of darts, love of pippi, and love of getting drunk. wow.

btw... the party setting was amazing. I pulled up and immediately thought everything was awesome. The garage had tables with candles. The house had the restrooms. There was a band in the barn with tables. Crockpots of food in the back of the barn: dip, cheese balls, chili, tortellini dip, cookies, hot wings, and i'm sure i'm forgetting other stuff. then outside of the barn was a 5' x 5' firepit. It was definitely blazin'. I felt like a rotisseurie chicken because it was so hot. I would go in circles every 30 seconds to warm all sides of me. I told my friend Jess that if I could just pick my top favorite 50 to 100 people this party would be unfreakinbelievable. Maybe that's what my wedding will be like. I will have a big bonfire and a barn band. Then everyone could stay in a big cabin. with all of my favorite people...that sounds like fun to me.

woah. i just took my pippy braids out and my head sure does feel better now.