So, I haven't chosen a local dentist yet, after 3 years. I keep going to the one in my old town.
But that soon may change.
Is it wrong to choose a dentist based on him being highly attractive?
(I hope not...)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The one withe more student quotes
Ok, here are the latest and greatest from my students:
1)"Miss Amy...you have feet!" (first time I wore sandals this spring)
2)"I think it smells white." (No idea where this came from)
3)Me: "Its time to sit at the snack table."
student: "But our flowers aren't growing. We don't have flowers!" (still trying to figure this out)
4)student: "...Like...Cat soup."
me: "what?"
student: "You know, like the nickname for ketchup." (ohh...'Catsup'...i get it now...)
5) student 1 - "I have striped socks"
student 2 - "I have white socks"
student 3 - "I have stinky socks."
1)"Miss Amy...you have feet!" (first time I wore sandals this spring)
2)"I think it smells white." (No idea where this came from)
3)Me: "Its time to sit at the snack table."
student: "But our flowers aren't growing. We don't have flowers!" (still trying to figure this out)
4)student: "...Like...Cat soup."
me: "what?"
student: "You know, like the nickname for ketchup." (ohh...'Catsup'...i get it now...)
5) student 1 - "I have striped socks"
student 2 - "I have white socks"
student 3 - "I have stinky socks."
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The One with the Mom
I would just like to dish out some advice.
To be perfectly honest...I often like to dish out advice - though I think I do pretty well most of the time in knowing when to keep my mouth shut. But this time, something needs to be said.
A conversation I had a couple of days ago reminded me of something that happened earlier this year, that needs to be addressed. So here is my advice:
If you are a guy, and you have some interest in a girl, it is not advisable to give her your phone number through your mom. I don't care if she and your mom might work in the same organization. It doesn't matter if that seems like a convenient, no-risk solution on how to pass along a phone number. Don't do it. Especially if you already have access to her email and phone number. Just call her or email her your number. Just don't pass it along through your mom.
And here's why: so you may be exactly her type. You may be a responsible, successful young businessman. You may have just a hint of your edgy-ness at the office, just enough to show that you know how to have some spontaneous fun. Your hair may hint that there's a rock-on side hidden under the professional exterior. And you may have a fantastic sense of humor with a side dish of sarcasm. And there's a good chance that you are VERY easy on the eyes...
But when you pass messages through your mom - I hate to say it - you lose a little appeal. And it doesn't mean you've got no chance. But it certainly doesn't win any points in your favor.
To be perfectly honest...I often like to dish out advice - though I think I do pretty well most of the time in knowing when to keep my mouth shut. But this time, something needs to be said.
A conversation I had a couple of days ago reminded me of something that happened earlier this year, that needs to be addressed. So here is my advice:
If you are a guy, and you have some interest in a girl, it is not advisable to give her your phone number through your mom. I don't care if she and your mom might work in the same organization. It doesn't matter if that seems like a convenient, no-risk solution on how to pass along a phone number. Don't do it. Especially if you already have access to her email and phone number. Just call her or email her your number. Just don't pass it along through your mom.
And here's why: so you may be exactly her type. You may be a responsible, successful young businessman. You may have just a hint of your edgy-ness at the office, just enough to show that you know how to have some spontaneous fun. Your hair may hint that there's a rock-on side hidden under the professional exterior. And you may have a fantastic sense of humor with a side dish of sarcasm. And there's a good chance that you are VERY easy on the eyes...
But when you pass messages through your mom - I hate to say it - you lose a little appeal. And it doesn't mean you've got no chance. But it certainly doesn't win any points in your favor.
Monday, April 14, 2008
The One with Old Jeans
I am thankful I wore my old jeans to work rather than my new ones.
Although, I must say the child-sized handprint that now adorns the butt of them is a lovely shade of red paint.
Although, I must say the child-sized handprint that now adorns the butt of them is a lovely shade of red paint.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The One with Family
I love my family...most days. So here, in the words of the MTV generation, is a 'shout-out' to my readers who also happen to be family:
Thank you for teasing me about my April 5 post. Thank you for sharing this story with the rest of my family at my niece's birthday party. Thank you for not stopping the conversation when I was clearly ready to be done discussing the topic. Thank you for again reminding me why I generally do not talk about men around my family. You make me feel so loved. :)
And, yes...I know. What else is family for if not to endlessly tease and humiliate you?
Don't worry...you'll get your turns soon.
:)
Thank you for teasing me about my April 5 post. Thank you for sharing this story with the rest of my family at my niece's birthday party. Thank you for not stopping the conversation when I was clearly ready to be done discussing the topic. Thank you for again reminding me why I generally do not talk about men around my family. You make me feel so loved. :)
And, yes...I know. What else is family for if not to endlessly tease and humiliate you?
Don't worry...you'll get your turns soon.
:)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The One Where Amy Gets Advice from a Three-Year-Old.
Happy Birthday to my niece.
And because it is your birthday (and because you are only 3) I can forgive you for your harsh criticism. I won't take it personally.
So I went to my sister's house today to spend time with my niece because it is her birthday. We had a blast. We played games - most of which she won, we played with Lily, she made me wear a princess crown, she told me everything that was going on in her life, she gave me specific instructions on EXACTLY how to roll the ball to her so she could kick it, and so on.
Later in the afternoon, my sister returned some clothes to me that I had lent her a few months ago. One of the items was an old favorite zip-up hoodie of mine, so I decided to put it on.
The second - I mean the VERY SECOND - that I zip it up, my niece starts walking around with her bottom lip hanging out practically to her knees. (She's quite good at a pouty face). So my sister askes her whats wrong. Her response:
"Amy changed and that other shirt was her cutest."
Yes, I am now taking fashion advice from a three-year-old. Ouch.
So, naturally, I had to change back. And now I need a What Not To Wear Marathon so that I can regain my apparently lost fashion sense.
And because it is your birthday (and because you are only 3) I can forgive you for your harsh criticism. I won't take it personally.
So I went to my sister's house today to spend time with my niece because it is her birthday. We had a blast. We played games - most of which she won, we played with Lily, she made me wear a princess crown, she told me everything that was going on in her life, she gave me specific instructions on EXACTLY how to roll the ball to her so she could kick it, and so on.
Later in the afternoon, my sister returned some clothes to me that I had lent her a few months ago. One of the items was an old favorite zip-up hoodie of mine, so I decided to put it on.
The second - I mean the VERY SECOND - that I zip it up, my niece starts walking around with her bottom lip hanging out practically to her knees. (She's quite good at a pouty face). So my sister askes her whats wrong. Her response:
"Amy changed and that other shirt was her cutest."
Yes, I am now taking fashion advice from a three-year-old. Ouch.
So, naturally, I had to change back. And now I need a What Not To Wear Marathon so that I can regain my apparently lost fashion sense.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
The One When Amy Meets Someone
Naturally, it is just my luck.
In past posts, there have been documented various incidents of unwanted male attention. Whether it be ridiculous pick-up lines or crazy-intense relationship behavior after one dinner, most of the romantic humor in recent months has focused primarily on the excessive interest from others when there is a lack of interest on my part.
But as it seemed the tides had turned, I have naturally fallen upon my face and mucked it all up. And its all because of my phone. Or more specifically, my failure to know how to use my phone.
So, I was recently out and about with 2 friends when a young man approached and asked to join us. Despite making him feel most unwelcome by the 'What are you, some kind of weirdo?' look on my face, he joined our table. It soon became clear (even to the completely oblivious me) that he had come over and joined us due to some level of interest in me. And while in a bar or other night spot this might be normal, the restaurant we happended to be in was not a place where I would typically imagine this type of scenario. This, in my mind, confirmed the fact that he was indeed, some kind of weirdo.
Despite feeling for the first ten minutes as if I was grasping at straws to avoid the inevitable awkward pause in conversation - all the while in the back of my mind wondering 'what in the world is going on here?' - I soon began to realize I was enjoying this newcomer's company. Could it be that a non-clingy, respectable, employed, polite, charming (and might I add, in the words of my dear friend, 'steamy hot') young man had actually found his way over to sit beside me? It appeared to be true.
And so, on the off chance that this man was not going to use a ridiculous pick-up line or start emailing me every five minutes like some others I have known, arrangements were made for another evening out. And might I say, the second evening out was even more delightful than the first - in part, I'm sure, because there were no stifled giggles and knowing looks from friends on this second outing.
But before you begin to think that this may be the end to hilarity and the beginning of a sappy blog, pathetically documenting a cheesy romance, I assure you that I have completely screwed up all hope for that.
I admit to being slightly over-protective of myself. So I am of the variety that does not initially give out my phone number. However, I will gladly accept the phone numbers of others, most of which will be deleted immediately after walking away. But in this case, I fully intended to use this number I was given to make more fun plans in the coming days.
Oh, if only I knew how to use my phone.
A word of advice to you: If you by chance meet someone whom you would like to stay in contact with, and you get a phone number from them and add it to your contact list in your cell phone...BE SURE YOU PRESS 'SAVE' BEFORE YOU PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY.
I would now like to apologize to the very nice young man who is now thinking that I am a cold-hearted bitch who said she would call but never did. I really would have, but I am an idiot, and I lost your phone number. Really.
In past posts, there have been documented various incidents of unwanted male attention. Whether it be ridiculous pick-up lines or crazy-intense relationship behavior after one dinner, most of the romantic humor in recent months has focused primarily on the excessive interest from others when there is a lack of interest on my part.
But as it seemed the tides had turned, I have naturally fallen upon my face and mucked it all up. And its all because of my phone. Or more specifically, my failure to know how to use my phone.
So, I was recently out and about with 2 friends when a young man approached and asked to join us. Despite making him feel most unwelcome by the 'What are you, some kind of weirdo?' look on my face, he joined our table. It soon became clear (even to the completely oblivious me) that he had come over and joined us due to some level of interest in me. And while in a bar or other night spot this might be normal, the restaurant we happended to be in was not a place where I would typically imagine this type of scenario. This, in my mind, confirmed the fact that he was indeed, some kind of weirdo.
Despite feeling for the first ten minutes as if I was grasping at straws to avoid the inevitable awkward pause in conversation - all the while in the back of my mind wondering 'what in the world is going on here?' - I soon began to realize I was enjoying this newcomer's company. Could it be that a non-clingy, respectable, employed, polite, charming (and might I add, in the words of my dear friend, 'steamy hot') young man had actually found his way over to sit beside me? It appeared to be true.
And so, on the off chance that this man was not going to use a ridiculous pick-up line or start emailing me every five minutes like some others I have known, arrangements were made for another evening out. And might I say, the second evening out was even more delightful than the first - in part, I'm sure, because there were no stifled giggles and knowing looks from friends on this second outing.
But before you begin to think that this may be the end to hilarity and the beginning of a sappy blog, pathetically documenting a cheesy romance, I assure you that I have completely screwed up all hope for that.
I admit to being slightly over-protective of myself. So I am of the variety that does not initially give out my phone number. However, I will gladly accept the phone numbers of others, most of which will be deleted immediately after walking away. But in this case, I fully intended to use this number I was given to make more fun plans in the coming days.
Oh, if only I knew how to use my phone.
A word of advice to you: If you by chance meet someone whom you would like to stay in contact with, and you get a phone number from them and add it to your contact list in your cell phone...BE SURE YOU PRESS 'SAVE' BEFORE YOU PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY.
I would now like to apologize to the very nice young man who is now thinking that I am a cold-hearted bitch who said she would call but never did. I really would have, but I am an idiot, and I lost your phone number. Really.
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