whether it's funny or not

Ah Saturday morning...I never loved Saturday mornings so much as I do now. I take the doggies for a walk, have as long a shower as I want, let my hair dry however it wants, eat an actual sit down breakfast, and drink my coffee from a non-sippy-type-cup.

It's finally cooling off outside and the weather in the morning is just right to sit on our porch and drink that coffee. Only trouble is we've got new neighbors directly across from us and they are major porch people. I wish I were the type of person who felt no anxiety about sitting on my own porch when the neighbors are out...but I am not. I am not your friendly neighbor. I'm polite and I smile and wave, but I don't stay and talk. Plus, the woman has one of those really annoying laughs where she just kind of audibly sucks in air with a couple of chuckles thrown in here or there for good measure. I don't think I could be friends with someone who suck-laughs.

For now I guess I'll just have to settle for having the windows open...maybe I can sneak out when they go back inside.

...and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane

I put on a silly cd on my way home from work. I guess I needed to blow off some steam. If you know me well, you know how little I actually change the disc in my cd player. (Another 10 points to whoever can name at least 3 of the 10 or so discs in my case right now)

I need the small things like rocking out with the band, or like having something exciting to watch on the boob tube, or a little Starbucks treat now and then...incidentally, don't you think the word Starbucks should be recognized by spell check these days? I mean Kleenex is, and it's a brand name. I can see my children using "starbucks" as a general term for coffee some day. Especially since the corporation is behemoth. Anyway, life's too short to only worry about work but that seems to be all I have time for lately. Well, that and pop-culture. I must go now because it's time to get LOST, and there's a delicious cheese pizza, just for me.

Humdrum

Hmmm...what to write about? I have nothing that interesting, I just want to stay in the habit of writing. I could tell you about my observation last week during which I'm pretty sure my principal fell asleep for a couple minutes. I could tell you about the class from hell that I am taking in which fellow educators treat us like 6 year olds. I could tell you about the "cool down" we've been having out here...yeah, now it's only like 95 degrees during the day. My class is getting better...my one major behavioral problem is now on Ritalin and it helps him during work time.

I know...I'm super excited about the football and also LOST. Yes I know season 4 doesn't start until like January, but we're going back and watching them all again. It's kind of like doing our homework I guess. We're watching very closely for any sign that will help us understand...we haven't seen any yet. Up tonight - season 1 disc 4.

Damn Post Office...what are they, Irish?

I hate you Netflix! One of my last true joys at this time is receiving a bright little red envelope in the mail. Lately those envelopes have contained scratched or even cracked DVDs. Now, we seem to have sent our latest movies to the Bermuda Triangle. Granted, Monday was a holiday but it's not like it was Mother's Day where the mailmen are inundated with cards and such. I put the netflix in the mailbox on Sunday...this means they should have gone out Tuesday and arrived and been processed on Wednesday. I should have had my first two discs of LOST season 1 on Thursday!! Instead, my netflix account still thinks I have a stupid Jim Carey movie at home! Maybe it's the post office I should be mad at. We never had problems in Michigan or even at Greenspoint. Maybe it's our stupid mail-carrier. Shows up to deliver the mail at 5 p.m. or later, slow and not friendly. Maybe someone knocked over the mailbox by Subway. I'm sorry Netflix, I still love you.

*10 points if you can guess where the title quote is from.