Don't Go Running into Wall

It never fails, I am klutz. Truth be told, I believe I knew this from quite a young age when I noticed that my mom would constantly have to go by band-aid because I would use them all. However, unlike wine, klutzing doesn't get better with age.

Exhibit A: Today I was walking down the hall and someone say hey. I responded by running into a wall and knocking down a picture...

So, maybe I should just embrace my clumsiness and laugh at my follies.

#Klutzingdoesgetbetterwithage

Yep, that is my new hashtag people. Deal with it.

Miss Kitty

So, on Friday, I allowed my students to journal about what they hated about the class (College Algebra with Review) and told them I would not look at them.

Today, I come into class and my students are a typical Monday afternoon crowd, hating their lives for having picked the class at 2 pm. Anywho, at the end of class, one of my students comes up to me and says that she doesn't like me because I won't let her call me Kitty.

I don't know if it is just me, but the name Kitty sounds like a hooker on the side of Dickson St. Needless to say, I told her she could call me Kat, but that was about as close as she was going to get.

You gotta love those freshman.

Pomegranates!!!

So, today was your normal Saturday. Actually, it really wasn't.

Last night I notice my air pressure light came on, and knowing that there was nothing I could really do about it last night, I decided to wait till this morning. I went to Walmart to go get an air pressure gauge and a few groceries, and put them in my trunk while taking out the air pressure gauge. Then I shut my trunk. 

Before I continue on with my story, I should note that this was the first time I have seen pomegranates at Walmart this year, and I was uber excited.

I shut my trunk and start going around checking my tires. I check them and then realize I don't really know where they are suppose to be and so I go and open my door and I was rejected. I look around for my keys before realizing I have locked them in my trunk. 

Luckily for me, I have Toyota Care, however, the number is in an unseeable area. So after 20 minutes being transferred for place to place on the phone. I finally talk to someone to send someone to unlock my car for free. So, I go drive around looking for air and stop to up my tires.

I do that and they are all at 32 psi, where they should be, but my light is still on. So I call Toyota again and he tells me to check my spare. So I check my spare and that was the air pressure that was low... 

Needless to say, it is one of those day were you just want to scream some word, so I soon as I got home, the word of choice was "pomegranates."

Running Into Brad Pitt

Ok, so truth be told, I actually ran into a Brad Pitt look alike. But I am getting ahead of myself. So, let me start from the beginning.

I have a 15 minute break between the two classes I teach. I like to get to my second class early, so that if they have questions, I can answer them. Today, it started drizzling. I was worried it was going to rain, and I was kind of sleep deprived. This means that anything multi-colored has my attention. So I was walking along the sidewalk and saw this really pretty chalk message and

I ran into this kid... and I look up and almost start freaking out. He literally looked identical to Brad Pitt. So, I don't know who you are kid, but don't change a thing.

Advice to the Next Couple that gets Married

So, tonight is the night, the season premiere of two of my favorite shows, New Girl and The Mindy Project.

As I was watching The Mindy Project, there is a scene where Mindy's fiance pees on her wedding dress...

Note to all you soon to be wed couples, no matter how hard it is not to see each other before you get married, make sure you don't see each other in the bathroom, and that if you do, that you don't scare him while he is peeing.

Good luck with that!

They Escaped from the Forbidden Forest!

So, last night, I hear a thud...

What in the world could that be, maybe one of my pictures falling in the hallway.

An eerie silence is followed by me tip-toeing to the door and hearing my sweet roommate Miriam say, "Kat, come here."

I come, mainly cause I am nosy and curious, but you know what they say, "Curiosity killed the Kat."

I see Miriam standing and looking a the floor. She had just cause death to a spider by flip-flop (that is what I feel like the little spider coroner would say) and baby spider came out.

I freaked and went and grab some hair spray, spraying around the spider and then around the whole hallway. Miriam vacuumed the hallway. Needless to say, I feel like we may live to close to the Forbidden Forest and they might come to get us. Or maybe the spider was running away from the Basilisk that lives in our pipes.

When a Girl Becomes a Woman

I don't know what defines that moment when a girl becomes a woman. It may be, as Tiny Fey writes in her book, "When a man make an inappropriate remark to a woman." In my opinion though, that may be a little bit off.

I think I first felt like a woman when my body started to ache and I all the sudden started relating to my parents' grumblings of gray hair and acid reflux.

I definitely feel like a woman now, and do you want to know why.

I am having heartburn from a Cutie... You know, those sweet little orange fruits that are suppose to be so nutritious for little kids. Those Cuties are actually little devils, that is for sure. 

So now that my grumbling is over and I feel like a grown woman, I will go take some Tums and wonder to bed, knowing tomorrow I will be one day closer to becoming more like Betty White.

Thanks for not getting mad

So, today I got a letter from one of my campers...

Before you see it, a little background. She slept above my bunk the week she came and every night her pillow fell on me.

Needless to say, I love her and am so blessed by what I get to see God do through her in a week.

You're Going to Get Married

Today, I am standing up in front of my class about to tell them some very exciting news.

The news, class is going to be optional tomorrow so they can go take their quizzes. 

But this is how the conversation went.

Me: "Class, I have some very exciting news."

Student: "You're going to get married!"

Me: "No, not anytime soon."

And that ladies and gentlemen, is what teaching a class of freshman college students is like. But I would never change what I do for a second. I love the randomness and freedom that students get when they come to college. The ability to finally explore life without someone telling them right and wrong, it is amazing to see their growth in a semester.

Kicks and Giggles,

kat

Elephant Masquerade

So, this morning as I was sitting here at work, and Tracey and I were talking in my office *(Note: I am not sure about the grammar when it comes to "Tracey and I" or "me and Tracey"). I was telling here about my new blog (this one) and the title. She then proceed to tell me about how to tie you hair so that it looks like an elephant trunk. This was something she did as a child apparently.

Step 1: Spell Step 1 correctly... (I lost a fourth grade spelling bee one time with the word "temperature").

Step 2: Take band and put them in ponytail right above forehead.

Step 3: (Yes there is more steps, otherwise, you would just look like a unicorn). We are going to make the ears. Take a good chunk of hair from 1 side of head, (left or right) really close to the front and put it in a ponytail. Do the same to the opposite side.

And now, you look like an amazing elephant... take that girl who was in a Knight's Tale with Heath Ledger and always had that amazing hair styles that I always wanted to do. Take it.

Smarty Pants

So, you may be thinking, "Alright, Kat has a new blog. What is it all about?" The answer, it is about my life. I have been reading (if you call listening to an audio book "reading") Tina Fey's book "Bossypants" and although my life is not exactly like Tina Fey's, I still feel like we have a few things in common.

           1. We both have the same confusion about why people say I have brown hair, but when they                 refer to a person with "yellow" hair, the color is blonde.

          2. I work with a lot of guys, (although I am luckily in an office full of girls), but I understand                 how Liz Lemon feels on 30 Rock.

          3. I love to make people laugh, to help them remember that their day is not completely                       ruined by that test they just failed or that relationship they just choose to end.

So, what is this blog all about?

It is completely and totally about the ridiculous things that happen to me in my life! Of course, now that I am writing this blog, there will probably be nothing crazy that happens in my life any more. Hopefully that will not be the case. 

One more thing I feel like you guys might enjoy about the start of this blog. I thought about making this blog anonymous. I honestly was thinking, "How cool would it be if I wrote this anonymous blog and it got tons of hits everyday like some Disney Channel TV show I don't remember the name of (or Gossip Girl)?" But, then I also got smart and realized that the vast majority of 5th graders could probably hack my blog and figure out who I was, and yeah, that plan sounded like it could backfire on me at any time.

Don't forget to laugh,

Kat