February 14th.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Bloody nose!

I was knocked up (woken up) this morning, not to the sound of frying chips or the smell of porridge but to clotting blood sliding down my throat....

ok, I tried the British English thing and I am giving up.
I just can't find a place to incorporate the words colour, fag, tyre, arse, bloke, lift and iced lolly anywhere in my life!
I could try, however...

Anyway, this morning's nosebleed took 10 minutes to abate and it scared the living hell out of me. I wanted to take the lift downstairs and smoke a fag outside to chill out.

*shiver*

I have no problem seeing blood or handling it...but when the colour red is leaving my own body instead of some poor bloke, I can't help but panic just a little.

yeah and menstration doesn't count, I want that over and out.

(tyre and iced lolly don't make it today.)

Sheena

my mini me. NOT!

check out my sister's
http://claratin.blogspot.com

LACK OF CREATIVITY.

I went to judge 6th grade history project presentations this afternoon at a school in Oak Park today. Most of the presentations were wonderful, and to our amusement some of them really sucked. I was grading as consistently as I could, sometimes feeling I was too hard on the kids with my comments. However, meeting up with another judge (my age) to compare and average scores, I realized that I was pretty generous.

I laughed. She was even laughing at herself because I kept saying, "Oh my God Kari!" and reading things like, "NO CREATIVITY" "NO SUPPORT FOR THESIS" "REPETITIVE VISUALS" "SUPPORT IS NOT CONSISTENT WITH THESIS" I had to draw happy faces and exclamation points after her comments so the children reading their feedback WON'T CRY!. (that made her laugh even more)

It was funny, but I agreed with her on most.

Fifteenth on the nineteenth.

Ok. I know...Its february already.
Yeah, I haven't posted a damn thing since December if you don't count late New Year pictures.

So my sister's having a Quincienaria-a-bobber thing on the 19th. (If you can't tell, my spelling is off on that.)
It sounds like a fun event. I wonder if she's already suggested a pinata? I know my dad is enjoying the planning. He's always been gung ho when it comes to having people come over especially to eat....My mom on the other hand, hides the Sprite in the pantry so people drink Coke instead.

I talked to them last night and my sister mentions that its close to 80 degrees and they're cleaning the pool.
Fuck, and I'm over here slipping on the ice trying to scale the pile of snow between me and my car door with a hot Latte in my hand and car keys in the other.

I'm always cold.