I'm going to stand outside. If anyone asks, just say I'm outstanding.

I think that is my best FB status ever. Just sayin'.

It has once again been WEEKS since I've played on my bloggity blog. I have been super productive though! If you count school work and making sure my kids have clean laundry (mine is another story). I have had some wonderful firsts recently in regards to my teaching internship:

I decorated a classroom with awesome blossom pictures cells and made bulletin boards with GIANT MICROBES. If you need to ever get me a present, just get me some of these adorable little guys. Seriously, too cute! I think my favorite was the little sperm with a bow on it's head. It and the egg are magnetic so they stick together. HAHAHA.

We're starting a new unit on bacteria and cells and viruses and body systems and and and... it's all very exciting to me.

I wrote my first test. It's printed and waiting in a pretty stapled stack waiting to be groaned over this week. It's kind of hard. I'm not going to lie. If I was a student, I'd be a bit freaked. I found that realization invigorating and made myself slightly giddy. Those kids learn quick though, I'm sure it will work out just fine. I'm also proud that it doesn't have one single multiple choice, essay, or true/false question on it. I'm breaking test boundaries here, yo.

My house is a mess. My husband has come to terms with the fact that my absent minded noises count for conversation after the kids go to bed because that's when I'm doing homework. I can't step out of the house without makeup for fear someone could get lost in the dark circles that have taken up permanent residence under my eyes. I don't care. It's all worth it. I am having so much fun even as I am drowning under school obligations. This is seriously the craziest, but best semester ever.

Are ya'll sick of hearing me talk about school yet?

While I'm thinking about it, I want to post this fantastic picture of my girls. Auntie Alli sent it to me after she edited it and played with the colors. I am so going to have to think of ways to terrify teenage boy children later on.

Lily's birthday is coming up this Saturday. Eight years old. EIGHT FREAKING YEARS OLD. How does that happen? Can I send in some form to somewhere requesting that my children don't grow up so fast? She doesn't really want a party, she wants to go to the Museum to see the King Tut exhibit. So we'll do that and have a cupcake party afterwards somewhere. I asked her if she wanted to invite some friends from dance or school and she said, "Nope, I will be just happy spending the day with my family." Awwww.

Well, hopefully it won't be another several weeks before I get back to blog land. I have a few recipes to post because the food that is made in my house is delicious and I want to share it with you all. Not bragging or anything... ;)

Oh and P.S... Not only did I get sick, everyone but Lily got sick. It was like the plague had descended upon my household. Wishful thinking didn't work!

Free time? Can I has it?

Today is one of those days where I want to fall down  and beg for mercy. 

Baby Sage is sickly. I blame the nasty air we've had all week. Listening to her sleep (in my arms, because she won't/can't/doesn't wanna sleep anywhere else) is like listening to an orchestra of pigs. Snort, snuffle, Snort...

Lily's asking me every five minutes what she can do but turns down every suggestion I've given her. Color? Nope. Do workbook pages (for which she gets tootsie rolls)? Nope. Clean? Heck no. Play dress up? No, Mom. I did that yesssstttereeerrrrday.

Is it bedtime yet?

Along with whiny, needy, children I've done laundry, cleaned the living room (why bother? It's already trashed again...), made baby food, made veggie soup, and have been mentally willing myself to not be sick. 

I can feel it in my nose and throat, but I'm not getting sick. My body weeps with aches and pains, but I'm not getting sick. I want to sleep for 100 years, but I'm not getting sick. If I say it enough times and take enough vitamin C, it might end up being true. 

I have been piled on with homework and responsibility type stuffs for the past three weeks. It is one damn thing after another. It's been super fun, don't get me wrong. I love being in the classroom with my cute little rabbit seventh graders. I am fascinated and mildly terrified by the video lectures I'm watching for Microbiology. I'm just freaking tired. 

Whiney whine whine. Blah blah blah. Listening to my mental grumpy self is making me sick. (but I'm not getting sick!)

I want three things right now. 1) For Jamba Juice to deliever. 2) My homework to magically complete itself and transfer any needed info into my brain. 3) For it to be bedtime. Is it bedtime yet?

Maybe in the next week or so, if I bust my bummy and get some extra homework done, I'll have a few free nights to go to sleep before midnight. This is the goal, since I'm not getting sick.

Send happy, germ free thoughts my way. Puhhhlleeeassssse?

Smorgasbord-orgishboard!

It's two days after the fair has ended, and I still feel like I am seeping grease from my pores.
It's a darn good thing that the fair is only one week out of the year, otherwise my body would shrivel up and beg for mercy.

I was able to go down twice. Once with my happy family and my mom, once with just my mom. Both times We conquered the food court like it was a life mission. Red velvet funnel cake. Scone nuggets. Fried green tomatoes (!!!) and candy apples. I think that's the real reason we went back the second time, just to make ourselves sick again.

While we chewed on fair food, Sage happily chewed her stroller. Yes, I tried to feed her human food, but she's like the little sister from Lemony Snicket. She chews everything.

I loved seeing the quilts and the photographs. Food, pretty things to look at, animals to coo over. I freaking love fair week. I was rather giddy that two of my friends took ribbons for their photographs! How sweet is that, right? I have awesome friends. Some of the quilts made my eyes go all bulgy out of my head. Not in a choking-on-delicious-fair-food kind of way, but in the whoa-that-is-amazingly-beautiful way.

I really loved this snowflake quilt I saw. It had hundreds of tiny rhinestones sewn on it. This quilt was INTENSE.I didn't bother taking a picture of it, it would have done an injustice to the quilt. I did get a quick picture of another blanket I liked. I want to make this. How do I make the little circles? Anyone?

My favorite animals to look at are the chickens. Yes, the chickens. I am obsessed with chickens. I want a chicken coop and I want chickens. This guy was my favorite. When I have chickens, I will have one that looks like this for pure comedic entertainment.

Lily got to ride a few rides and pet some rabbits. My daughter consistently asks when the fair is throughout the year. She's like her mama. Loves it. We rode the merry-go-round together and she was so very proud of her "most beautiful pony in the world!" She also sang the fair song from Charlotte's Webb the whole ride.

"The fair is a veritable smorgasbord - orgisbord... after the crowds have ceeeeeased!!!"

Like I said, way too much fun. I should be recovered from all the food about the time the next one rolls around. Oy. Too much foods!