Happy Birthday to My Valentine

Baldo, you are the man. Even better, you are MY man. You are the whip cream to my chocolate pudding, the Rhett Butler to my Scarlett O'Hara. Happy birthday, Boo.

The weekend was fab. We ate our hearts out. First at Pane Blanco, second at Chelsea's Kitchen, and third at Kade and Carlie's for V-Day breakfast. We are finger-lickin'-good food fiends. As for the gifts, Baldo scored an ASU t-shirt accompanied by a Mickey Mouse microphone (thanks Antie Tina!), moolah (thanks mama Jess!) and some delicious euro swim trunks (from yours truly). Please see the picture below if you have no idea what euro trunks are.

To fully appreciate the size of these beauties, please compare to a pair of my own swim bottoms...

Oh yeah, baby.


50-A Tribute

My mom turned fifty years old yesterday.  She is a rock star.  No formulation of words could ever give her the justice she deserves.  Where would we be without our mamas?  Without further ado, here is my tribute to the best mama I've ever had...

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Look at that adorable mug...I love you.

Let me just say, I got it from my mama.


Plug my work

So if you ever wonder what I do all the time... here you go. This is one of my latest stories


B! True Hollywood Story- Detention

Taking a day off as a teacher is never really a day off, because it requires more work than actually going to work. Sub plans, attendance rosters, in-case-of extension numbers, and nightmares of how my students will act invade my R&R. I had a sub on Wednesday and consequently “invited” four boys to lunch detention today with yours truly. Their punishment? Scrubbing down my classroom. I assigned one young man the task of scraping gum off the bottom of the desks with an index card. Our conversation went as follows…

S: “But this is hard!”

Me: “It’s supposed to be.”

S: “Why?”

Me: “Because what you did was wrong!”

S: “This should be illegal.”

Me: “You should be illegal!”

S: “I am illegal!”

What a gem.


When I Grow Up

We all have secrets. Some scandalous, some innocent, some silly. Count this one as silly. I have the unattainable dream of being an organist for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. You can stop laughing now. The sound of an organ gives me a rush, and hearing those low, low notes catapults me into sublime euphoria.

This is as close as I’ll ever get…


Words of Wisdom

Without taking sides in the Conan-Leno fiasco, I want to share one of Conan’s last thoughts I found rather insightful…

“All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere.

Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen.”

Preach on, brother.