Everything's Coming Up

...except for the fact that I still didn't get my biscuit recipe (more on this later...)

It's Friday!!!

Phillies vs. Mets tomorrow!

My first major league baseball game!

Leave It On The Door Step

"A delicious cheese pizza...just for me"





And I ate TWO pieces! Can you believe it?


Yeah, Buddy.

Let's Make a Song on the 8-Track Tonight

I want to sing in a band that sounds exactly like this Swirlies song:



Also: I am so sleepy right now!

Congrats Mom!

My Mom has not only won the esteemed title of 'Teacher-of-the-Year' for the Raritan Valley School District, but she is now officially Hunterdon County's Teacher of the Year!

Go Mom, Go Mom, Go!

I'm sure she has inspired many children to NOT hand in tests with answers like this:



Now that's somethin' I would do!

A Special Treat

And that is what I usually am thinking of/referring to when I talk about a special treat...but surprisingly, the particular special treat that I just experienced is NOT dessert/food related (Huh?).

I just had the pleasure of riding my bike down to the Physick House on 4th St and saw Josephine Foster play in a very intimate little show. I think this is the room we were in:



I will say that 90% of the show was very magical and special, but some strange things happened, that's for sure. I am too tired to get into the details right now, so maybe I will save them for another day.

Everything about Josephine Foster makes her seem as if she is not from this time. This makes sense in my brain but I'm too sleepy to explain. And that's another small annoyance I have about going to shows...the opening bands can be great and all (and the first opening musician was really great...the second? That's another story...), but I am SO DAMN SLEEPY by the time the person who I actually came to see comes on to play. I get the dreaded Dan-Sleepy-Eye (which for people who are unfamiliar is when I literally cannot hold my eyelids open without exerting an extreme amount of effort...and I usually fail miserably when I try to resist it).

Anyways, Josephine Foster is very lovely and when she was playing the harp tonight I was all, Huh, is this what heaven is like? The point is she sounded very angelic. And she sorta looks like she could have been on Anne of Green Gables. This is meant in the nicest way possible but I just gotta throw it out there.


"Aw c'mon baby"

Christmas cakes...I'm going to bed.

I Wish I Didn't Want To Eat All The Bad Stuff

...but I do :(


Also, Lauren forwarded me this video and it is pretty ridiculous, to say the least...

To Sum It Up

"Nightmare on 4th St..."

1. Forgot to eat breakfast this morning (note to self: bad idea)
2. Unknowingly wrote down wrong street name for address to headstart preschool (supposed to be there at 9:00 for conditioned play audiometry...thingy)
3. ...and thus, had a mini-breakdown when I got lost and showed up 15 mins late.
4. Only had a few minutes to grab something to eat after audiometry thing/before class. Got a water and Snickers bar to eat during class and...
5. ...forgot about girl with peanut allergy in said class.

I WAS SO HUNGRY!



Phew. At least it is almost bedtime.

Beautiful Blooms

The cherry blossoms are lining so many Philadelphia streets and have me so happy and excited to ride my bike around this spring and summer.



Dreamy, dreamy...






"See ya later, I'm going to Sugar Mom's!"

That's Just the Way 'Tis

Sometimes I feel like this about Stevie:


"Aww"

and sometimes it's a little more like this...



...especially when he insists on batting at me and biting me every chance he gets.






"I don't 'cur!"