Drank a cup o' reality at 8:44 p.m. on Saturday, Nov. 01, 2003
So, I had all of these plans for a funny entry about my students Trick-or-treating at my house. But, I’m not feeling really funny. It was cute of them to get a parent to drive them all the way into town.
4 of my 8th grade boys came to my house last night, armed with an ample supply of Silly String. They were here to confirm the rumor that I passed out full size Butterfinger bars. The rumor was true! I made them clean up the silly string that I was accosted with before giving out the candy. As they had a Mom with them they were allowed up to see my house (Mom had to come too). Imagine the fun for them… they now have something to permanently lord over their classmates: tales from the interior of my home! I don’t know which I’ll hear about more my hair in curlers (we were going out later), the picture of me on my fridge holding a pitcher full of beer in one hand and a mug in the other, or that they saw my bedroom! Thank-goodness I was cleaning and all but the dishes in the sink had been picked up.
It was fun for me too as these 4 are some of my favorite and all around good kids. There is still evidence of the Silly String and I’m not entirely sure how to clean it all up; but it’s way better than eggs or TP.
Later last night I rendezvoused with Gretchen, her boyfriend Marty, her brother and our friend Greg and Rhonda for an evening’s festivities. For the last few weeks Gretchen and I have been plotting our costumes. After a Google search for “Sexy Cheerleaders” we found the costumes. Later we obtained red, white and blue fake eyelashes, matching underwear (blue with “Wild” written on the butt), hair ribbons and the most important part: fake boobs!!! By the time my boobs were created I not only had cleavage, but I looked like a D cup… it was miraculous. Even I couldn’t quit staring. Gretchen came over and we worked on hair, eyelashes and make-up (blue eye-shadow being a requirement!).
The results are memorable and I can’t wait to get the pictures back. We went to a house party and then out to the bars where we received many compliments. It was a mad house at one of the bars and we only got in because of our costumes. It was then a wait to get our clan in with us… there were way too many people out and that did detract from some of the fun. I enjoyed having The Farmer’s buddies grab for my ass and check me out… nice to know that none of them will ever get a chance. The evening was filled with lots of little fun moments and mostly I was glad to be out with friends. Gretchen and I made the most of our outfits and like a good Drunk Spunky I was eager to show off my underwear.
After the Hang-Over From Hell that I endured the weekend before at my 25th birthday party, I was looking to stay sober. I succeeded. When we arrived home at 2:30 (after stopping so Gretchen’s brother could puke) I was sober enough to want to take a shower and wash my hair out.
Today has been spent lolling about. I went for a pedicure and gossip with Jill. It is always $40 well spent! She is a sweetie and I really wish that we had met away from The Farmer as I’m sure we could have been friends… perhaps we are… but are you really friends with someone if you are paying them $40 once a month? Anyhow, I enjoy her company and the hour’s visit. This month she may be doing my hair too!
So, I ramble. I have a huge stack of papers to grade on the Dining Room table, but I’m avoiding it like the plague. The essays must be edited tomorrow or my lesson plans are shot! Oh, and I just finished watching The Hours. It was amazing!! I loved it, but I think that I need to see it again to fully absorb it. When they make the movie about my life I will insist that they include the focus on the details of life that this move captures. For example how the shot changed to highlight that Clarissa is throwing away eggshells. Because really, isn’t it the details that make up life? The fine mundane minutiae that fills each moment making it full and complete… food for thought for the week: the minutiae of each moment.
And, I’ll quit being silly about people reading my diary. If you read it all, you must like something here. But, a word of Diaryland etiquette: if you read lots and lots of pages it is only kind to alert the author by leaving them a word or two in the Guestbook. I know I try to. For those of you reading lots here, I’m glad you enjoy it. Maybe something in my experience has been helpful… or simply mindless soap opera plotting! I’ll try to be better about filling in the gaps in the story.
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Miss Spunky is:
a 25 year old English teacher currently on an extended adventure in Minnesota, searching for a good man with a big... truck!
I love:
My students, excessive amounts of coffee, Baja Fresh and a good hockey game.
I dislike:
Ignorance, mosquitoes, and people who write in IM and/or grammar so poor that it is clear that they are lazy. IM is LAZY, LAZY do you hear me???