Listo-mania (which is not a disease...)

(For my dear, sweet niece, who is getting taller... :)
Rules.
1. State eleven things about yourself.
2. Answer the eleven questions you were asked.
3. Write eleven questions for somebody else.
Yeehaw.


1.  I don't like seasons were the sun isn't a major player.
2.  I used to have a nice body (sad sigh...)
3.  I have 7 students named McKenzie... all are spelled different...one has an x in it. (Don't think about it or your brain will explode)
4.  I just learned that I like babies.
5.  I hate presidential election years.  It really messes up fall T.V.  Stupid Debates...
6.  I just read a students paper about stress.  She wrote about when she was kidnapped for 2 months.  I'm now scared of crazies.
7.  I am growing new hair.  I lost a lot after baby jump-jump was born and had a receding hairline which was not good on the self esteem, but it's slowly growing back.
8.  I have dreams about dead people.
9.  For the love, I adore whacko hurricanes.  Keep the pictures coming!!   People, if they tell you to evacuate, effing evacuate.  Honestly....
10.  I have students who are PDA-holes.
11.  I would like to have lunch with Sting, Jimmy Buffett or Brandon Flowers.  Or a personal Yoga class/massage session/concert with Sting. 

Eleven questions.
1. Right brain or left brain? - Both, but more right.
2. If you could make one season twice as long as the rest, which one would it be? - Are you high?  SUMMER of course.
3. Have you met your spouse yet?  Yep.  When I was 15.
4. Why adenosinetriphosphate? Why not guanosinetriphosphate?  Stupid phosphates... who needs em?
5. Would you rather have the ability to rewind ten seconds or fastforward three days of your life?  Depends - did I just say something stupid or is it finals week?
6. The first acceptable day to listen to Christmas music?  Whenever.  Kurt Bestor and the Carpenters are always listenable.
7. Favorite winter squash? Butternut
8. Where do you see yourself in eight months?  Getting a tan teaching summer semester to a bunch of high students
9. Quirky habit/OCD tendency?  Marja and rugs are OCD.  Who doesn't have quirky habits?
10. How much sleep did you get last night? 8.5 - I sleep like a baby these days.
11. On a scale of 1 to 10, how awesome are these questions? 10

11 new questions:
1.  What is the worst holiday?
2.  The Rolling Stones or the Beatles?
3.  If you could have lunch with one famous person, who would it be?
4.  Which is the best channel for news - 2, 4, 5, or 13?
5.  Should they make another Star Wars?
6.  Best movie?
7.  Best vacation?
8.  Most scared you have ever been....
9.  Does Google Earth creep you out?
10.  Should clothing be optional in class?
11.  Where would you put a tattoo?

HAPPY ANSWERING!!  (Thanks Jess!)

Your School, My School, and baby jump jump

Another school year is here again.  Yipp-ie-frickin-yippe.  I find myself entangled in teaching six classes - and this year only one of my students shows up high to class.  Yup, she is on some serious depressants.  She comes late (preface - it's a stress management class with which she is clearly not stressed about getting to), sits in the front, speaks out of turn... more like yells out of turn..., then she pets her face with her hand.  Not lying.  She holds her hand about an inch in front of her face and stares at it like there is a tattoo of a naked Ryan Gosling on it.  Then she pets her face... like almost caressing it.  It sicks me out.  It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't dressed like a carney whore.  I can see her jubblies and her who-ha.  So, picture a girl with 80's style hair, very few clothes on, and an addiction to pain meds.  To top it off, she told me she wants to be a nurse.  (The sarcastic me thought "I'm sure that there is a porno out there that you could be a nurse in... good career choice!")  Then I realized she wants to work on live people that don't pay by the hour.  Shiz people.  Watch out.  If your nurse has a tattoo of a naked Ryan Gosling just bite on your oxygen tube until the lights go out.

On a lighter more enthusiastic note... I finally finished my masters program.  Holy crap.  It was a lot of work, but after having a baby, it seems like a cake walk.  I would write 1000 papers enthusiastically using APA format with 1/2in. margins on both sides before I would go through the last six months again.  I won't lie though.  It feels good to get that behind me.  Work is now pressuring me to get  PhD.... but I'm trying to hold off on that for a year.  The thought of doing more statistics makes me want to go stand in state street.

Baby Jump Jump is growing up!  He's scooting around.  Tonight he and Uncle Curtis laid on the floor and he literally almost crawled.  It was too cute.  He also likes to try and jump while I'm nursing him.   Picture if you will.... I'm holding him in the football hold... he latches on.... then starts jumping against the couch behind him.  Needless to say... my poor nipples.  I can never be a porn star (sigh).  Maybe if I get a naked Ryan Gosling tattoo....