It's Guys Like You, Mickey

I saw Incredibly Cute Boy today. He was subbing for the teacher in the classroom next to the one I'm pre-student teaching in. He delayed going to lunch just so that he could talk to me. Obviously, he's falling head-over-heels for me. My plan is coming to fruition. Soon you will be mine Incredibly Cute Boy. Very soon, my pretty.

The Search is Over

I found a pair of shoes for my 10 year high school reunion that is taking place this very evening. I've been searchng for the right pair of shoes for the last 2 weeks with no luck. I had almost given up hope. And I actually found them at DSW which I've found disappointing the last few times I went there. I saw them and right away I knew that my search was over. I put them on my credit card since I discovered that my bank account is overdrawn when I deposited my check the other day. There was a little voice inside my head that was telling me I really shouldn't be charging anything since I'm so in debt and already have bills that I can barely pay. But then there was this other voice that told me how fabulous the shoes were and how sexy I'd look at the reunion wearing them. I listened to the second voice. Just say fabulous and sexy in the same sentence and I'm sold. And so were the shoes; to me. 10 year reunion, here I come! With the sexiest shoes this side of the Mississippi!

Ketchup Day

I really want to rent House of Wax to watch tonight but I told myself that I'm not allowed to rent it until my unit lesson plan is done and I'm only 1/4 of the way done. ARGH! Why am I so strict with myself? Maybe I can renogotiate. Perhaps if I finish 3/4 of the assignment then I can rent it.

Last night I hung out with Trish the Dish and did laundry. We watched Monster-in-Law. We also ate pizza. I had a lot of stuff to carry into the house so I called her when I was turning onto her street and told her to meet me at the door to help carry the pizza and movie so I could get my laundry and recyclables. And she says it'll just be a minute cause she's watching a news story about figure skaters that might not make it to the olympics. So, being the spoiled and selfish child that I am, I whine, "And that's more important than helping me?" I could immediately tell that I had crossed the line with the ever-kind Trish the Dish cause she snapped, "Fine. I'll come help you." and hung up on me. Oops. Good thing I'm also charming (and her only daughter) and managed to smooth things over within minutes so that she was waiting on me hand and foot again.

Merci Mille Fois (attempt 2)

I would like to take this opportunity to say THANK YOU to the TNOF gang for throwing me a surprise birthday party. It was just what I needed and make me very happy. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to get so lucky in the friends department. You guys are the greatest!

Merci Infiniment Mes Amis!

Happy Birthday to me

I got the results of my German test. I didn't pass. Again. How many times do I have to take it before I just accept the fact that I'm stupid? Two questions. I failed by two lousy questions. I guess I'll pick up an application from McDonald's tomorrow cause it seems like that's all I'm qualified for.

If you need me then I'll be in the corner curled up in the fetal position and crying my eyes out. Cheers.

Mental Note: Do more push-ups

My car needs a new battery. I mentioned this fact at Family Dinner the other day and remarked that I was thinking of just going to some auto shop to get a new battery. And my brother is all, "Don't do that! They'll charge you too much! Just go to Sears and buy a battery and I'll put it in for you." That sounded like a great plan to me. So today my class got out an hour early and my first instinct was to rush home and take a nap. But instead I was a responsible Wixom Vixen and decided to use the extra time to go to Sears and get a battery. I find the batteries and I'm looking around not really knowing what to look for or the difference between all the batteries. Then I start wondering how heavy they are. So I try to take one off of the shelves and I can't get it to even budge. I try a different one that's a little smaller and it barely lifts about 1/4". Those things are frickin' heavy! What the hell was my brother thinking? He knows that I have no upper body strength. It was a completely wasted trip. So now I'm back to my original plan of going to an auto shop where they do the lifting. Or I'll take Beckie next time I go to Sears cause she's got some major guns.

Stick a fork in me. I'm done.

My life has been a little hectic lately. I have so much that I want to share with you. But I'm having trouble coming up with a way to turn the events into witty and amusing anecdotes. And I figure that I shouldn't post something if it's not humorous and entertaining for my adoring fans. That's what the Wixom Vixen is known for. Well, that and her boobs. So I'll just share a little snippet. I'm moving in with Trish the Dish in January. So today I've been going through closets and shelves to start getting rid of useless stuff or organizing things for storage. I came across my incense and decided to burn some for old times sake. Now my apartment smells of incense and it's bringing back memories of my senior year of high school. The drinking, the drugs, Mrs. M's french onion dip, the orgies...ah, good times. Well, I suppose I should get back to planning my catechism lesson for tomorrow.