tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47909092046522467292012-02-04T19:22:39.475-06:00Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-14688134267958106862012-01-30T23:39:00.000-06:002012-01-30T23:40:49.550-06:00

I thought I was finished with birthday parties for me. I mean, I'm 30 now, and the whole birthday thing is so... 1990s, you know? Don't get me wrong, it's not that I dislike having birthdays (...unlike some of my peers, I have ZERO qualms about entering my 30s), but I can't remember the last time I had a birthday party. Sure, friends or family have made me dinner or a cake in the past decade, but

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Many years ago I decided that I didn't have as many childhood photos as my brother and especially my sister. I grumbled that being the youngest meant that the novelty had worn off and "capturing precious memories" just wasn't as important once you have three sets of precious memories to capture. I've since noticed this with other families, as well. Go on, check out the Facebook album titles for

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This is Jarad's fault. I blame him entirely. He rarely has to work evening shifts at Target, due to the nature of his position. But, of all the nights that he might possibly be scheduled to close, they chose Bedlam. Yeah, that wasn't happening. He searched for a colleague willing to trade shifts, and finally found one that wasn't interested in college football. A bit of begging and the promise of

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Between last Wednesday and today, I have a TON of stuff to tell you. So, hold on tight, it's time to roll. TOY Breakfast My school held a breakfast for me to celebrate my Teacher of the Year-ness. It was really nice, and made me feel really special. I had so many surprise visitors (my family, J's family, and of course, my psuedo-family) it really felt like an episode of This is Your Life. It was

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Apologies to all of my hundreds dozens several fans, it's been over a month. Wow. Talk about a dry spell. As much as I love writing, I sure haven't been making it a priority. Never fear, though. I sense that between now and February I'll be blogging a whole lot. Confused? Allow me to blather on for multiple paragraphs before I explain. Two (ish*) weeks ago, I was chosen by my colleagues as the

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I know it's been almost an entire month, and I'm sorry. We're doing LOTS of different things at school this year, and I've been working a bunch to get ahead of the game. I'm almost there, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it'll still be another week or two. In the meantime, I have a short story to share. Jarad has this really good habit of taking his dirty shoes off in the garage

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It's been a few days, and my anxiety level has returned to it's normal state. I can laugh about it now, so I guess it's time to write about it. Unlike The GCTC of 2009, I don't have any pictures to describe my latest fiasco. My words will have to suffice. So now I shall begin to tell the story of the Great Parent Orientation Disaster of 2011. I can talk to kids all day. In fact, I do talk to kids

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...so I will too.I've been gone for a while, huh? I know, I know. I've been very caught up with the whole back to school thing. So, if you want a post, guess what it's going to have to be about? That's right! My classroom!I've never posted pics of my classroom online before, I guess because I haven't been super-excited about it. Don't get me wrong, I love my classroom (and even more: the kids in

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Saturday night, we had dinner with Tamara and Daniel. We were talking about her schedule for this week (she's a new pharmacist!) and she was kind of disappointed that she had to work in Ada two days this week, but at least they were getting her a hotel room so that she didn't have to drive back and forth (it's more than 2 hours away). Then, she got really excited and said, "Hey, maybe you can

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I had the entire yard mowed by 9am today. That's quite the triumph for me, especially if you understand the following: Our lawn is around 6 times the average neighborhood lawn size. Our lawn mower is the push-y kind and it is currently "ailing". I don't like hate sweating. In the summer, I don't even want to be awake by 9am. No, really. Here's some lawn mowing stats:Number of days I've

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Most of you know that Jarad and I have cut back on our expenses so we can more quickly prepare for the extreme moolah we know our future progeny will (someday) require. So, we cancelled our Dish service, and although I thought I'd be sad, I've been plugging along quite well thanks to (free!) Hulu and a trial subscription to Netflix. But tonight, we stumbled across a whole new level of

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Remember yesterday's post? Yeah, I can't forget about it either. First, a little background. In case you don't remember me mentioning it before, Jarad is quite a bit more private-minded than me. Finances, job interviews, upcoming big purchases, gross and private personal matters: he's of the mind that one should NOT voluntarily share this information with other people. Then there's me. If it

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This story is hard to talk about. But, it begs to be told. However, the nature of the events is personal, and also, well...gross. That being said, if you choose to read on, don't say I didn't warn you. Your choice. Okay, there is this thing that we all do, every day, and it is a Horrible, Disgusting Thing. But, we can't avoid it, and it is what it is. Nobody talks about it much, but it's there.

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Remember this from last October? Well, Jarad asked me about it the other day, and got me thinking. If you haven't watched the first movie, watch it here. Now for more funny, as mentioned in the title.

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Team-building activities are great, right? Well, sure, the premise is great. But usually when I hear that a team-building activity is about to begin, I tend to groan inwardly. I swear, it's not because I'm anti-team. (Although, I must admit that I'm kind of a loner when it comes to work stuff. Maybe because I didn't play many team sports as a kid...) The main problem that I have with

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My talkative, opinionated, always-hilarious niece Veronika is staying with me on Tuesdays this month. I've been enjoying it, because it gives us time together and it lets me be a practice parent for a day. We play with the dogs, she helps me make dinner, and I don't let her watch TV. She is mostly happy at my house, although I think she'd prefer access to the Disney channel. Maybe the jacuzzi tub

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Earlier this week, a fellow teacher came into my room for some help with paperwork, but stopped cold in her tracks and remarked (not for the first time) on how much she loved my classroom, that it was so neat and...in her words, simple. Truthfully, it was beyond neat and simple. It was actually what I would call "boring" because I'd already packed 10+ boxes and removed all of my posters, etc.

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It has been established in the past that I tend to view random strangers in my life as extras in the grand production that stars ME. People I pass on the highway, that slowpoke in front of me in line at QT, and all of those people at Utica Square...  all mere extras. But these extras strangers, well... sometimes I make eye contact with them, or I even get caught up in thinking about them. Maybe

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So far, my life has been, well...really good. The events in my life that would probably be considered the most traumatic happened back in grade school, which was basically before I knew that traumatic events were supposed to traumatize me. My parents divorced when I was 6 or so, and although I was sad, I kind of decided that was just something that happened to all kids at some point. Like a rite

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When Jarad used to ride bulls, he would give his wedding ring to me to wear while he risked his life. It seemed sentimental, I know, but the truth was that the way he wrapped the rope around his hand (and the way he sometimes got attached for much longer than 8 seconds to a bucking bull that didn't mind having a dude flapping off of him like some kind of scarf-in-the-wind thing) might cause the

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...As it relates to me, of course. I'd say my interest in theater started in the 3rd grade. The local high school was putting on The Music Man and they needed a bunch of kiddos to play...well...kiddos. So, after a quick-and-easy audition, I was in! I'm not exactly sure, but I think I played a boy. And I didn't have any lines, (except maybe singing in the chorus), but it was a wonderful adventure

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Let's play Monopoly! Now, tell the truth...did you just groan, sigh, or grimace? If so, what is up with that? I've been trying to get people to play Monopoly with me for the past 23 years or so. And nearly every time, the response is a groan, a sigh, or a grimace. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, they will reluctantly join in, but only if we set a time limit. So what's the deal people? Why do you hate

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I am terrible at remembering people's names. Of course, not the names of my bestest friends. But the names of coworkers, acquaintances, and even distant family? Yes, yes, and yes. And what's worse, is the in-the-moment kind of thing, especially when the person is standing right there. I always, ALWAYS forget people's names! Maybe I'm introducing an acquaintance from chruch to my sister-in-law. I

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Okay, so I am sososososososo excited about what I get to tell you today! It all started a couple of weeks ago. There was a knock at the door, and Jarad answered it. It was a stranger, but he seemed like a nice guy. Of course, Jarad didn't let him in immediately, because, you know, Ted Bundy seemed like a nice guy, right? But after talking on the porch for a while, Jarad let him in. He sat with

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But apparently this girl does. I don't have much in common with Dominic.* I have little more than a casual interest in yo-yos. I don't work at eBay. I don't work at Jamba Juice either. I rarely drink and I've never been drunk. I kind of hate that warm feeling alcohol makes in your throat and belly. Yuck. And so, obviously...I don't drunk dial. However, Dominic and I do have one thing in common

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Some Background Jarad and I have been members at our church (Tulsa FBC) for years now. We LOVE it there. Love, love, love.* The people are great, it's down to earth (definitely not too "religious"), and best of all, our pseudo-family (Tamara, Daniel, and Tamara's parents) attends there so we were automatically connected. And now, even some of Jarad's family are members! When we first started

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Treadmills Even as a child I had a propensity for...well, let’s call it “story telling”. Around the age of 11, my parents bought a treadmill for our garage. The first time they left me home alone after they bought it, they told me, “Don’t use the treadmill while we’re gone.” So, of course, what did I do as soon as they left? I put the treadmill on the fastest speed and jumped on. My legs shot out

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It all started about a year ago. Jarad and I were eating our typical meal at On the Border, a shared chicken chimichanga. One of us noticed a sign on the table that advertised Endless Enchiladas for $7.99. After joking for a while, Jarad texted our dear friend Daniel and offered a deal. If he could eat more than 6 enchiladas, the meal would be on us. Daniel isn't one to back down from a large

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I've had this song stuck in my head for days now. Ever since I decided on a title for this post. I'm hoping that if I get it out for the world to see I can move on to some other never-ending-song in my head. Please play it quietly in the background while you read the post. I'll know if you don't.This post has a theme, but it's a stretch, so just go with it, please.****************************

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Sunday morning, and Mom is calling for me to get up and come downstairs. I do, but as I look at the clock, I notice that I've slept WAY too late to make it to church. Strange, that NEVER happens. As I enter the living room, I notice a few strange things. The house is quiet. No blaring big band music, no talk radio. There is no breakfast cooking, either. Mom and Bill are sitting on the couch. "

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You should see what I look like right now. I'm wearing the oldest, yuckiest clothes that I own, and my hair is piled on my head in a greasy, black mess. There are marks on my forehead and ears, but I don't fret about those anymore. I know they'll come out in the shower. The (formerly solid white) bathroom cabinet, however...yikes. Let me back up a little. When I was fourteen or so, Tamara and I

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My First Wildly Embarrassing Moment In fifth grade, I was the class spelling bee champion. It was really pretty easy defeating the other 20 or so kids, because spelling was something that just came naturally to me. I think that I read so much, when a word was proffered I would practically be able to see it in print in my mind. So, the class champion goes on to the school-wide spelling bee, which

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Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me. Wait, clarification: I KNOW there is something wrong with me. Lots of somethings, in fact. There's something wrong with everybody...it's pretty much the human condition. The thing I'm speaking of right now, though, is that I rarely see the "gray" in things. It's either black or white. Right or wrong. Sometimes, in talking to other people who

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What a horrible wonderful day this has been! Here's a basic rundown of all the boring amazing stuff I did in this terrible beautiful weather! First, I trapped mapped out a plan for my exciting day. I really wanted to fit everything in, and I wanted it to snow flow well. Then, it was time to get busy. It was snow so ice nice outside, I couldn't resist time spent outdoors. First, I weeded the

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So, here's a quick peek at what's been cluttering up my counter this past week. Notice the NyQuil bottle is empty, even though Jarad bought it for me on Saturday. (He may have taken a few hits, too.) And I don't even like NyQuil. I do a whole shudder-and-gag bit that I'm sure is really annoying. But, despite the taste, it works. Sometimes. You've probably all heard me say it: "I never get sick.

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First consumed food: Andes mint, gleaned from the candy supply I brought to Tamara's NYE party. First consumed beverage: Obligatory champagne sip at 12:00:01. Maybe I'll like it this year... First liquor-derived reaction: Of course: a full-body shudder, gutteral groan, and immediately pour remaining champagne into Jarad's cup First song (besides Auld Lang Syne (which by the way, we butchered (

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Wow. So...it's been awhile. Actually, it's been a month. Yeah, sorry about that. We've had all kinds of crazy things going on during this past month. Family vacations, Jarad's graduation and subsequent job search, out-of-town visitors, parties at my school, and just plain Christmas goodness. Here's a rundown of some recent happenings, with a few pics or funny stories added in. *****************

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Truth #1 NaNoWriMo is a bust. As I mentioned here, I am interested in trying to write a novel, and NaNoWriMo was set to be my inspiration. In the few days preceding November 1st, I actually came up with a few plot ideas. They weren't wonderful, but they might have worked. Then November began, and in case you haven't noticed, I've barely posted on my blog, much less written two-thirds of a novel.

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Our friends, James and Rosa invited us to join them for some great times at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball for the Dallas-area recruiters. It was so much fun!! I don't even know where to begin, so here are some pictures with commentary mixed in. We got up Saturday morning, packed up what we thought we'd need, and headed south to Texas. After a few stops to allow Jarad to do what you can guess

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Although I'm not really a fan of Halloween (didn't do much Trick or Treating when I was a kid, don't like scariness, etc.) I don't know when it would be better to take this trip down memory lane, so here it is. Laugh it up, Chuckles. I'm usually good with doing the same type of thing every weekend. My plans generally revolve around Jarad, Tamara, and Daniel. There is usually dinner, followed by

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This is my first embedded video, and it's actually one that I made for free at Xtranormal. Go check it out, it is so fun! Sad for Jarad, though!  I love trying out new technology! Let me know what you think. PS: I suspect I'll be playing more with this in the future. Here is the link to my YouTube channel.

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Step 1: Have roman shades that are only 2 years old, yet have been disintegrating daily for the past 18-21 months. Step 2: Finally listen when husband tells you (again) that all of that never-ending white chalky-powder is from the roman shades and is likely caused by the sun. Step 3: Complain repeatedly to various friends about said disintegration of roman shades. Mention that dust is never

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Here's a sampling of what I've been thinking lately. **********************************The other day, I woke up at 3:00am to drive Jarad to work.* He currently only has one form of transportation other than my car, and a motorcycle just isn't great when facing a rainstorm. Arriving back home at 4:00am, I wasn't super-sleepy, despite the early hour. So, I read for a while, and then I forced myself

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An approximation of my conversation with Jarad on the way to church this morning. Me: If we had a ton of money, like a ton, could we buy my childhood home? Jarad: Why? It probably doesn't look the same at all by now. Me: But, you know, we had a ton of money, so we could un-remodel it. De-model? Hmmm. Jarad: But why? We don't want to live in a neighborhood. Me: No, we wouldn't live there. I like

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So, in case you hadn't noticed, I'd like to point out that your favorite blog has lost some weight. Look to the left. There used to be 57 or so blog posts listed there in the archives. Now, only 47. Well, 48 after this one posts, I guess. The missing entries? The Kid Posts. Yep, that's right. The hilarity ensued, but now it is gone. Some events of the past week have led me to decide to take

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I got to NSU early, so I was having breakfast in the cafeteria. I was eating alone and reading a book, as usual, when I noticed that the usual roar of yakking college students was missing. I looked up, and saw everyone staring at the TVs. Usually, these TVs showed an endless loop of silent music videos, but that day, they were showing the smoking towers. I stared in awe and looked around at the

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I'll admit it, I have a lot of irrational fears. My internal dialogue frequently revolves around stuff I'm scared of and why I shouldn't be scared of it. Here's a glimpse into some of the things that really give me the creeps. My Brain I've mentioned before that I have a HORRIBLE memory. Not just forgetful; I'm talking truly terrible. I've always worried that if I do manage to bypass cancer (I

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Jarad has been on vacation this week, and I worked super hard (with his help!) to get my classroom ready for the start of school next week so that I could spend this whole week hanging out with him. It's been wonderful. We've done a lot of nothing. Our most frequent activity was probably saying, "What do you want to do today?" "I don't care. What do you want to do?" "I don't know. Let's just lay

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Here's a blast from my past: I am probably 6 or 7. The rule around my house is: no riding your bike in the road. We have sidewalks, so it is definitely easy enough to follow. I ride my bike 6 doors down to Heather's house. She's not super-cool, but she is available to play, so I'll take it. I decide that this is my chance, and so I start riding bigger and bigger loops in her driveway. Eventually

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Although I still (ugh!) don't have an official timeline for becoming a parent, I've been interested in parenting books or theories or magazines or blogs since I was a kid. I actually wrote a high school (or was it junior high?) book report on James Dobson's then-popular The Strong-Willed Child. (What a dork, I know.) Add to that life-long fascination a more recent observance of kids, parents,

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Hello. My name is Rhonda, and I'm a word vomiter. (Hello, Rhonda.) It's true. Sometimes Frequently I forget to think before I speak. I've been told that I don't really have a filter. I rarely intend to insult people, but it happens all too often. As part of my 12 step program, I am here now to acknowledge that I have a problem. I have hurt people, and I need to make it right. There is a long

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Well, first things first. Here's my new blog look. I hope you find it to be aesthetically pleasing. In other news...It's summer time, and the livin' is easy.  I taught summer school throughout the month of June. That was a very cool experience. In some ways, it spoiled me, because I only had 12 students. Enrolled. Which means that often I only had 9 students in attendance. Wow. That is not many

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I can't think of anything to write about this week, so instead, I've decided to distract myself with changing the look of the blog. So, look for some changes, and if you see that the text color totally clashes with the background, don't worry, I'm workin' on it! More stories coming soon!

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So, I have two confessions to make today. Confession #1I watch America's Next Top Model. I hate to admit it, but it's true. I really enjoy the designer duds, the transformative hair and make-up, and the effort that goes into each photograph. It makes me look at magazine ads, commercials, and billboards differently. I cringe at the crazy diva antics and high school drama that fills up half (or

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My Facebook friends may remember this picture from back in late April. Beautiful, no? Fast forward about 40 days or so... Before you get all up-in-arms about "herbicide", you must know that I put in my very best effort. I really did. I've had this problem in previous years, and it often was caused by a forgot-to-water-it kind of situation. You see, the poor guy sits under the porch roof, so

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Nostalgic Apparently, I've always been a bit neurotic. I recall going on my first family vacation where we stayed in a hotel instead of with a family member. I would say I was around 9 years old. I distinctly remember my mom and step-dad, Bill teasing me for unloading my entire suitcase into the drawers of the hotel dresser. "We're only staying here for one night, you know." I did know that. But

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There once was a cricket. She was a very happy cricket. She loved to talk, and she was lucky to have insect friends who loved to listen. Sometimes, though, the cricket was all alone, and then she could only speak to herself. (In her head of course. The cricket isn't crazy, you know.) Occasionally, when the cricket was speaking to herself, she would think of a strange question or an interesting

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I'm super excited to announce that I have been featured* on one of my favorite blogs. I've been following Things I Want to Punch in the Face for some time now, and I've often considered making a list of my own. Well, the other day, I had the opportunity to do just that. See it here! It's a bit grouchy sounding, but if you're going to write as a guest for a blog called "Things I Want to Punch in

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The previous post has been dedicated in loving memory to our good friend Herbie. He fought the good fight, had a nice day of shopping, but alas...Herbie passed a couple of days later. Let's have a moment of silence to recognize all that Herbie has done for all of us over the past week.

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So, I got a call from my mother-in-law, Jaletta, during spring break. She had been helping Grandma with some spring cleaning, and they happened across some quilt tops that Grandma had made way back in the day. Like probably in the early 60s. Here's a general summary of how the conversation went. Me: Hello? Jaletta: Hi. (Common pleasantries exchanged.) Jaletta: So, do you want to teach me how to

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Since I started blogging nearly a year ago, I have immensely enjoyed writing about my random thoughts and stories. I have a list in my phone, so that any time I get an idea about something to blog, I just add it to the list. Then, when I'm ready for a release, I go to that list, look over it, and pick something. Lately, that list keeps looking longer and longer. I add stuff to it, but then I

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I have spent several days pondering what I should write about next. I have some plans for future posts, but they just weren't striking the right chord for my next post. Tonight, Jarad came home from work and a visit to Grandma's house, chatted with me (read: listened to me ramble) while he devoured the leftover burritos we had for dinner, then gave me a quick kiss and rushed to our home office to

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Dear Rhonda, I have been wondering for a while about something. Since you are such a great judge of all things normal, I have decided to write to you. Tell me, is it normal to want to wash your hands or body, just due to the mere thought of grossness? Signed, Matter Over Mind Dear Matter Over Mind, Don't worry, you are absolutely perfectly normal. In fact, I have the same impulses on a regular

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If someone were periodically peeking in my life, they would probably catch embarrassing moments/generally funny things happening about 86.3% of the time, while I'm awake at least. And sometimes while sleeping, I've heard. I'm like a walking punch line, I think. I guess it's a good thing I can laugh at myself. Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'd get my act together if I took myself more seriously. Nah,

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Recently, it has come to my attention that some misconceptions have occurred on the part of some of my readers. Before I get into the real "meat" of this post, I want to clarify a few things. 1. I am not a good writer. I may be mildly entertaining, but I really have no idea what I am doing. I'm kind of just blindly putting myself out there. The praise from you guys (all five of you) is really

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-39675111780150799702009-12-17T02:35:00.008-06:002009-12-17T04:55:10.286-06:00

Best Starting a blog! Woohoo!Worst Nope...it's all best on that one!Best Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood, a memoir by Jennifer Traig...so funny, and a bit too easy to relate, although she's WAY crazier than I am!Worst Running with Scissors, a memoir by Augusten Burroughs...Ugh, so weird and sad, I just couldn't finish it.Disclaimer I know that neither of these books were

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It all started a few weeks ago when Tamara and Daniel (our SUPER best friends) sheepishly told us about a party they were hosting at their house. They were genuinely worried that we would be mad/sad/disappointed that we weren't invited. Here's the deal. It was a Christmas celebration for her friends from pharmacy school and their spouses. There were going to be about 5 couples there, and if we

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Well, it has been quite an eventful week for me. This post is looonnnnggg, but I promise, there's a payoff at the end. It's well worth it, in my opinion. (I know, of course I think that, but really, it's true!)First, we had Thanksgiving dinner with not one, not two, but THREE families. We ate with Jarad's family, and then my family, and then Tamara's family. What's great about triple Thanksgiving

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There are several movies I wish I could un-watch. Maybe because I had high hopes for it and it turned out to be quite dumb. Or it was so terrifying I was scared of my TV or rabid dogs for an unreasonable length of time. But if there was only one movie I could completely nullify, it would have to be The Truman Show. It wasn't scary, and it wasn't disappointing. It was proof that maybe I really am

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Let's step out onto my back porch for this post. See that, over there? That's Grandma's house. No, not my Grandma, Jarad's, but she's mine now, too. Oh, and that house over there? Jarad's parent's house. And on the other side of ours? Jarad's sister and her husband live there. And behind them...that's where Jarad's brother and his family live.Grandma and Grandpa have slowly divided their acreage

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I've been having the above debate in my head for quite some time. Here's how it goes.The argument for okay: I don't like to use abbreviations. I do use them sometimes, but I have a general policy against them. If you receive something in the mail from me, it will inevitably have most typically abbreviated words spelled out completely. For example: Street instead of St. and North instead of N. I

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In case the original post wasn't convincing enough...Over the weekend I was helping a manager at Target (not just any manager either, but an Executive Team Leader) restock an end cap in the baby stuff section. It was supposed to have various sizes of diapers on it, but it was almost completely empty. So, we walked together to the back room to assess the situation. In the back room, there was also

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Recently, I posted this picture on Facebook, with "Why is my car always mad at me?" as the caption.As I've stated before, I LOVE that English has words to describe all kinds of events, even the common occurrence of seeing faces in inanimate objects. Anthropomorphism is actually defined by Merriam-Webster as an interpretation of what is not human or personal in terms of human or personal

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Suddenly it was like the weight of all the air in the entire world was hovering over my bed and pushing down on me. And all the normal night sounds (Jarad breathing, the fan blowing, creaks and what-not) had been replaced with the strangest electrical-force-field hum. I thought, "What the heck? Oh gosh. Don't panic. This is scary. Aaack, pray. Okay, God, I'm going to put my trust in you. What is

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Top Ten Reasons Why Mom and Bill (Step-Dad) Are SOOOO Wonderful#10: They introduced me to essential sanitation concepts, without which, I'd never be the amazing germaphobe that I am today.#9: They cared enough about me to say "no" even when it meant I would throw a teenager-sized fit.#8: They taught me fundamental vocabulary, spelling, and grammar skills. (They probably didn't know the beast that

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News Flash: Teachers are not immune from mistakes!!The #1 most frequent thing I hear when I make a mistake (any kind of mistake, at all, ever) is "And you're a teacher?!?!" I hear it from family, friends, and acquaintances alike. I suppose strangers don't say it because they don't know my career.*Over the past five years, I have heard it so many times, I'm rarely shocked by it. Maybe while

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-83302150665201931972009-09-14T23:17:00.004-05:002009-09-14T23:39:31.689-05:00

Just found this site: wordle.net. You can make ALL kinds of fun "word clouds", so I put in the link to my blog, and it popped this up. It puts the most frequently used words largest. There are countless combinations of fonts, shapes, and color schemes! Fun, fun, fun!

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Okay, so if you've ever heard me talk (and who hasn't, as I have a LOT to say!), you probably have noticed that I have an issue with my /s/ sound. It's not exactly what you would call a lisp, in my opinion. It's not "Thufferin' thuccotash" like Sylvester would say. It's more like an elongated sound. Like I have too much saliva in there, or even better...like there's a snake living under my tongue

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-40906315996018637372009-08-09T21:39:00.003-05:002009-08-09T21:59:36.089-05:00

So...Friday was the first official day that teachers had to report. It was a good day, in my opinion.In the morning, we had a staff meeting at Liberty. It was long, but they always are at the beginning...there's just so much info! Out of the blue, Mrs. Gates (the principal) asked me in front of everyone (with no warning!) to stand up and share information that was discussed in a committee meeting

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No, I'm not ready for school yet. But I feel a lot better since I went to my room and made a list. It's a long list, but I know I can get it done, and it just feels so good to mark stuff off of a list. But it got me thinking...As far back as I can remember (around 1st grade), by May I've always been sick of school and ready for summer break. But, come late July, I always used to get "itchy" for

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Wanna know the best way to make God laugh? Make plans.So...my ORIGINAL plan was to return from Colorado, take a week off to just chill, and then start back to my classroom on Monday the 3rd. That would give me 4 full days to get ready before I had to officially report, and since I'm not doing any major reconstructing of my classroom this year, that would be just fine. Maybe pushing it a little,

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I always like it when magazines do this, so here's my version...Colorado by the NumbersHeight of Mt. Yale: 14,196 feetHeight of our campsite: 11,650 feet (approximately)How high I made it on the "peak"day: 13,000-13,500 feetHours spent in car to and from CO: 28ishWeight of my backpack: 25.6 poundsTimes I cried while climbing: 4-6Times I thanked God for my patient husband while climbing: every

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That got your attention, huh? Well, as I've mentioned before, I'm about to go on a "vacation" to Colorado. Here's a pic of our packs...ready to go!From left to right: Jarad's, Tamara's, Daniel's, and Mine This will be my last post before I go, and if I die (bear attack, exploded appendix with no medical treatment nearby, general exhaustion, or the most likely cause of death: Tamara, Daniel, and

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I want to point out the clever-ness of this post's title, because that's how I am. You see, it has a double-meaning. First of all, this is my first not-so-light post. I don't want a blog that is 100% fun and games, because that isn't real. Sure, it's my basic preference in life, but I will occasionally (like today) post things that are sort of bummers. Second meaning: this post is about my

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-73029817633811456142009-07-07T09:42:00.005-05:002009-07-07T10:45:53.475-05:00

So...I don't know if anyone else does this, but I'd like to find out. Please feel free to comment and tell me if I'm not the only lunatic out there.I know this part happens to most people: the occasional near-miss while driving, an adrenaline rush, muscles slowly un-tensing as you realize you're not dead/going to crash.Here's the part that might be weird: every time this happens to me, I follow

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...for PATIENCE. As does anyone who spends even a small amount of time with me. A prime example comes from today's shopping excursion. In discussing what to have for lunch, I mentioned that a certain restaurant doesn't have very good salads. Tamara said when she goes there, they are usually pretty good, and here's an approximation of how the rest of the conversation went:Me: Well, I only had

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-29145303026556193822009-06-22T10:08:00.011-05:002009-06-22T13:34:52.770-05:00

I heard it yesterday..."Rhonda's a germaphobe." It came from the mouth of my sister as I was sitting down for dinner with our dad at the never-fails-to-disgust Muskogee Golden Corral.In case the last part of that sentence wasn't clear, let's get this straight: Golden Corral is not my usual fare, definitely not where I would choose to eat out, and the worn-out and tired one in Muskogee, Oklahoma

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-22595132350063000902009-06-18T16:25:00.009-05:002009-06-18T17:21:30.152-05:00

When it comes to hanging out with friends, I'm usually pretty easy to please. Basically, as long as they are there, I'm happy to go along for the ride. Some examples:Movie night? Sure. Coffee shop? I'm there. Bike ride? Where do you want to meet? Play tennis? Which court? Chill at your house? See ya soon. Riding our ATVs in the mud? Sounds like fun. Dinner at my house? Come on in. Going to a

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-48140876281377341722009-06-02T17:14:00.009-05:002009-06-03T21:11:31.244-05:00

Most of you already know the information contained in this post, but I want to put it into words anyway. Thanks for your tolerance!My aunt and uncle adopted my cousin Jonathan when I was around 14. I don't know the exact timeline, but I can imagine they actually started the process when I was 11 or 12. Since that time, I have always considered adoption as a viable option for creating my future

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-73147982606540018822009-05-09T10:11:00.000-05:002009-05-11T22:58:46.265-05:00

I had a crazy dream last night, and it went like this:It starred a much-more-feminine-looking Janet Reno (now Janet Snow in the dream because she had married...I think solely in an attempt to distance herself from her Clinton-era infamy). Janet Snow came to my classroom out of the blue and made several children cry because she was telling them about some news story where a father had killed his

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-5928838365060204012009-05-08T23:25:00.001-05:002009-06-22T13:06:03.698-05:00

Okay, so I've been planning to post this since last Sunday morning, but I've been pretty busy. Oh, and the other reason why I haven't posted yet...BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF WHAT IT WAS I WANTED TO POST ABOUT!! What is wrong with my brain???Here's the deal...in church last Sunday, our music minister used a word that I'd never heard of before. However, in context and considering the root of the word

Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04008484103682131347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790909204652246729.post-84417308118557891572009-04-30T17:03:00.000-05:002009-05-03T02:48:04.948-05:00

I've created a blog, and I'm basically unsure of how to begin. Do I tell my life story? No, not interesting enough. Do I just jump in and tell about my day? Nope. Still not interesting. Maybe I'll just give my ideas about what you can expect from this blog. Yep, that's what I'll do. Here's a short list:Quick little stories about my studentsRandom ponderingsNot-so-deep thoughtsOccasional rants

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