So, you know that game where you click the squares and use the numbers to help find the mines? It's called minesweeper, cleverly enough.
Anywho, if you aren't sure how to play, you end up just clicking squares watching that little smiley face at the top hold his breath as what is hiding behind the square is revealed. "3? Ok, that means this square is bordered by 3 mines."
The game isn't really hard. But, it is addictive. I mean, EXTREMELY addictive.
So, here it is, 10:30 p.m., and after a long day with a whiny baby (which, unfortunately, seems to be the norm as of late), I'm sitting here blogging about minesweeper. Because I can't stop. At.All.
I'm tired, my teeth are fuzzy, the house is a mess, laundry needs to be done, and I'm still dressed for a wedding that was 4 hours ago.
But I've just got to play one more game. Just one more, then I'll go to bed.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Do not disturb!
Dear real life,
Hello! It hasn't been long since we were last together. It is a joy to be with you.
However, I am writing to inform you that I will not be able to be with you tonight from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m., EST. Please understand, I have a previous commitment that I must not miss. I am saying goodbye to a very dear friend.
This day has been 6 years in the making, so I am sure you will understand. I will be spending my evening with Desmond, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley, Ben, Claire, Jack, and the Smoke Monster. I am expecting others to pop in and out, including Charlie, Walt, Sayid, Sun and Jin, and many of our other departed friends.
I know it is not typical for me to spend such an extended period of time away from you, but this will be one of the last times. As such, I ask a few favors:
1. Do not interrupt. I am kind to you and rarely leave your presence, yet you seem to show up when I least want you here. I'll be back before you know it.
2. Do not make me feel guilty about taking this time from you. We share plenty of time together. We laugh, we cry. You need to work on your sharing.
3. Please do not punch me in the face when I have to get up early tomorrow just because you were jealous, m'kay?
I may be a little upset when we do reunite, but, please understand, it has nothing to do with you. This has been a long time coming, and all my questions are supposed to be answered. If I am upset, remember this name: J.J. Abrams. He is known to be a murder of love, and may strike again tonight.
Oh, and, one more thing. I'll also need to step away tomorrow night, from 8 p.m to 10 p.m. I have a date with Jack Bauer.
Hugs and Kisses!
Tiffany
Hello! It hasn't been long since we were last together. It is a joy to be with you.
However, I am writing to inform you that I will not be able to be with you tonight from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m., EST. Please understand, I have a previous commitment that I must not miss. I am saying goodbye to a very dear friend.
This day has been 6 years in the making, so I am sure you will understand. I will be spending my evening with Desmond, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley, Ben, Claire, Jack, and the Smoke Monster. I am expecting others to pop in and out, including Charlie, Walt, Sayid, Sun and Jin, and many of our other departed friends.
I know it is not typical for me to spend such an extended period of time away from you, but this will be one of the last times. As such, I ask a few favors:
1. Do not interrupt. I am kind to you and rarely leave your presence, yet you seem to show up when I least want you here. I'll be back before you know it.
2. Do not make me feel guilty about taking this time from you. We share plenty of time together. We laugh, we cry. You need to work on your sharing.
3. Please do not punch me in the face when I have to get up early tomorrow just because you were jealous, m'kay?
I may be a little upset when we do reunite, but, please understand, it has nothing to do with you. This has been a long time coming, and all my questions are supposed to be answered. If I am upset, remember this name: J.J. Abrams. He is known to be a murder of love, and may strike again tonight.
Oh, and, one more thing. I'll also need to step away tomorrow night, from 8 p.m to 10 p.m. I have a date with Jack Bauer.
Hugs and Kisses!
Tiffany
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Ahh, innocence.
Most times, I totally love my job. I love feeling like I'm actually making a difference in the lives of students. I love teaching things that they care to learn about, rather than quadratic equations.
Most days are good. For me, bad days at work mean that I have a quiet class. And even on those days, typically there is at least one class that interacts.
For the curious ones out there, I am a "risk-avoidance" educator. Basically, I get paid to talk about sex. All.Day.Long.
We teach abstinence. Not just from sexual activity, but all risky behaviours such as alcohol, tobacco and drugs.
This post isn't to argue about safe sex vs. abstinence, but, rather to share in the innocence of my students.
Many times, I have to actually turn away to avoid laughing at their questions. Sometimes, I don't even make it all the way around before losing it. It's a topic that the students are curious about, and more times than not, they have no idea what the truth of the matter is.
So, sit back, grab some goodies (I suggest double stuf oreos or half baked ice cream), and enjoy some conversation from my students.
"I heard if you eat salad, it will kill your baby." -Girl, 7th grade
"So, when you eat an egg, are you performing a chicken abortion?" -Boy, 7th grade
"How do doctors do abortions? Do they just hit the woman on the stomach with a big hammer?" -Boy, 7th grade
"So, if the baby can hear inside the womb, should you be careful not to say cuss words around the stomach?" -Boy, 9th grade
"I think women are like fine wines. I want to sample each one." -Boy, 9th Grade
"Is that why babies speak babble first? Because they can't clearly hear in the womb?" -Girl, 9th Grade
"So, you're telling me there's absolutely no way for a boy to have a baby?" -Boy, 6th grade
"If someone has an STD then they're a hippie?" -Boy, 7th grade
"My dream is to never get married and have 50 cats." -Girl, 6th grade
"Is Brett Favre your husband?" -Boy, 7th grade
"Wait. What's abstakence?" -Boy, 7th grade
Most days are good. For me, bad days at work mean that I have a quiet class. And even on those days, typically there is at least one class that interacts.
For the curious ones out there, I am a "risk-avoidance" educator. Basically, I get paid to talk about sex. All.Day.Long.
We teach abstinence. Not just from sexual activity, but all risky behaviours such as alcohol, tobacco and drugs.
This post isn't to argue about safe sex vs. abstinence, but, rather to share in the innocence of my students.
Many times, I have to actually turn away to avoid laughing at their questions. Sometimes, I don't even make it all the way around before losing it. It's a topic that the students are curious about, and more times than not, they have no idea what the truth of the matter is.
So, sit back, grab some goodies (I suggest double stuf oreos or half baked ice cream), and enjoy some conversation from my students.
"I heard if you eat salad, it will kill your baby." -Girl, 7th grade
"So, when you eat an egg, are you performing a chicken abortion?" -Boy, 7th grade
"How do doctors do abortions? Do they just hit the woman on the stomach with a big hammer?" -Boy, 7th grade
"So, if the baby can hear inside the womb, should you be careful not to say cuss words around the stomach?" -Boy, 9th grade
"I think women are like fine wines. I want to sample each one." -Boy, 9th Grade
"Is that why babies speak babble first? Because they can't clearly hear in the womb?" -Girl, 9th Grade
"So, you're telling me there's absolutely no way for a boy to have a baby?" -Boy, 6th grade
"If someone has an STD then they're a hippie?" -Boy, 7th grade
"My dream is to never get married and have 50 cats." -Girl, 6th grade
"Is Brett Favre your husband?" -Boy, 7th grade
"Wait. What's abstakence?" -Boy, 7th grade
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