i just cancelled my weightwatchers monthly pass.

and i somehow feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.


"It’s important to forgive.""Who do you have the hardest time forgiving?""Myself."


"It’s important to forgive."
"Who do you have the hardest time forgiving?"

update on my dad.

drumroll for an update on my dad’s weightloss progress: 

he’s lost a total of 31.6 pounds! 

he went to the doctor today and his cholesterol dropped 25 points and his triglycerides dropped 179 points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

can you freaking believe that?!?!?!?!  so proud of my dad!  seriously - so freaking proud. 

go mr. rich!

triglycerides info

(any comments and “likes” i pass onto him…so feel free to congratulate him! :))

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.
Kifah Shah   (via exoticwild)
blond moment.

me:  on may 17th sarah will be 35.

sarah:  no i won’t.  i’ll be 34.

me:  how will you be 34 if i’m 33 and you’re two years older than me?

sarah:  i was born in 1980.  it’s 2014.  i’ll be 34

me:  oh, wait!  i’m not 33.  i’m only 32.  how did i think i was 33?  that’s next year.  oh lord….how do i NOT now how old I am???

my dad and sister look at me like i’m crazy.  because, well, i guess it IS sort of weird that i clearly don’t know how old i really am.

feeling overwhelmed

end of school-year stress.

stuff that should have already been done but isn’t.

a surprise birthday party to plan.

a shower to throw.

need more time.

and an assistant.  or five.

earlier today

walking around my classroom repeating “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” while looking for an important paper makes that paper appear. 

true story.

i know it’s part of living in an apartment

but seriously.

this conversation just happened:

me to the woman who answered the door in the apartment above me and the stomping child standing next to her:  i live below you.  i was sleeping.  now i’m not.  it’s too loud.  it’s late.

woman looks at clock.  says sorry.  i walk away.

at freaking 11:45 a toddler woke me up with her stomping.  not.very.happy.

happy day

i had a very happy day today.

one of my former students turned 10 about a month ago.  when i asked his mom what he wanted for his birthday he said just to spend a day with me.

i had a dentist appointment in omaha this morning.  ran some errands, then picked up isaiah.  we went to one of my nephew’s baseball games, he got to meet charlie (and became best friends with charlie), we watched the end of a basketball game on tv (“his” team won), then we ate dinner at sonic (his choice), stopped at my apartment, and then went to see captain america:  winter soldier.

he is such a good kid.  before the movie started i asked him if he had fun today.  he said something like “today wasn’t a good day.  it was an awesome day!”  before he got in his mom’s car to go home he came back for one more hug and said “thank you….for everything.”

it was so nice to see things through a kid’s eyes:  his excitement watching the basketball game, the funny things he said or commented on, the way he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat in the theater quietly clapping his hands together at exciting parts.

he’s a pretty great kid.  and i’m blessed to know him.

sidenote:  captain america:  2 thumbs up!

well shit.

have you ever lived in an apartment and had signs like “we’ll be doing maintenance checks” and it’s over a three-day span?

have you ever pooped literally minutes before the maintenance guy came on the third day?

and failed to spray air freshener because, well, it’s usually just you here?

and felt totally awkward as he is having to fix a dripping faucet and a slow-draining sink…..both IN the bathroom?

and you hear the door shut and you think “oh my god he’s probably suffering in there!”

and you want to go spray some oust or air stuff in there?

and you hear him sniffing and you’re sure he’s dying in there?

and then he says “i’ll be right back” and you’re sure it’s to get out of there but who cares because at least now you can spray oust?

that’s never happened to you?  yeah, me neither.