Foaming at the Mouth

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What a looker that Ekaterina is (really, that's her name).

As I was perusing my daily celebrity gossip, I also found out that the dad from TLC's "Little People, Big World" was arrested for DUI. So after chuckling for a minute at his mugshot, I took the quiz, "Which Roloff Kid Are You?" and found out that I am most like Zach Roloff. I thought it was pretty neat, because Zach is a twin, so we have that in common, even though I'm not a little person.




That's my counterpart on the left, and his twin on the right. I like playing on bales of hay too! This is so cool!

Today at work one boy hit me in the hallway as a 19 year old custodian looked on, and the biter (summer version) tried clawing me to death when I let me guard down for a minute to find scotch tape. It'll be a miracle if I make it out of summer without rabies.

Kwik-E-Mart & Lobster Don't Go Together

I'm kind excited to see the Simpsons movie when it's out, and even more so since I found out that the Somerville Theater will be serving beer ("and wine for the Marge-types") during the movie.
So in honor of that excitement, I jumped on the bandwagon (for something new and different) and simpsonized myself. Here's me:



Here's me as a Simpson

I had trouble saving it, because otherwise you could've seen the capri pants that I'm wearing, which are almost identical to pants I actually own, and I'm also standing in front of Springfield Elementary School. In my Simpsons world, I probably have a biter in my class.

Time to go pack...I'm off for a mini-vacation tomorrow!

Is it shiny? Then YES!

I like the iphone, and the commercials always get my attention. And just last Friday I saw some girl flashing it around in a bar in Harvard Square.

But for now, I'm pretty far away from getting my own, for two reasons. First and foremost, I love my phone. It's small, and it's the shiniest phone I've ever seen. I don't know why the Krazr never took off like the Razr did? The other also significant reason for not getting an iphone right now is that I like to eat nachos from Christopher's at least once a week, and I'm not sure if I'd have to cut that down to like once a month or something if I got an iphone. When I worked out my pay in preschool, I didn't work in enough of a nacho allowance. I didn't know just how much I needed the 'chos at that point.

(FYI if you haven't seen me in awhile, I didn't balloon up to a deuce and a half. I just like nachos, and I eat a lot of spinach to balance it out.)

But back to the point. This is the closest I'll be to flashing around my own iphone:

Book Review

I just started a new book today, The Average American Male. I'm almost halfway through, and I can't decide if it's written for men or women. It's written by a guy, and is fiction, but describes life from a male perspective. Anyway, it's funny fluffy summer reading (which I was pretty anxious to get to, after many nights filled with horrible dreams of being chased by the Taliban in Kabul while reading A Thousand Splendid Suns and dreams of savages roasting babies over a fire during The Road)... it's one of those books that as you're reading, you're pretty sure you can actually feel brain cells dying off. If you're like many of my female friends and have read "My Horizontal Life," then I think you'd like this, as it's pretty much the male version of that book, though slightly less well written (and you didn't think that was possible!). Oh, and another fun thing about the book is that it's one of those that was published with different covers, so you get to choose what color you want. I picked red!



And that is how Stacy does a book review.

Jigs and stuff

It seems I spoke too quickly the other day on the lack of biters in my class. The student I had initially dubbed "The Scratcher" can now also be called "The Biter," as she bit me yesterday. And this isn't a 4 year old, it's an 11 year old. I sort of wanted to bite and scratch her back, but I'm pretty sure they'd ask me to leave work, and it wouldn't work out well if I didn't receive another paycheck until September.

I went to see an outdoor concert downtown tonight. Which got partially rained out. The opening band sang two songs, and then the main act went on and sang three, but at that point there was no power (it was pouring) and so they did it acoustically. On my way there, I was walking past the common, and these two guys with a camcorder stopped me and told me they were filming a documentary (and their friend was laughing hysterically at this point) and told me they needed three people to do a leprachaun dance. One of the guys was trying to get a homeless man to do it. And when I said no, they told me I had to do it because they were going to give that man a quarter if three people would do the leprachaun dance. I politely declined, right around the time the homeless guy stormed off and one of the guys yelled, "But we're gonna give you a quarter to do it!"

The scarier part for me though was that for just a half second, I thought, "Well maybe I could do it if a leprachaun dance is like the 'midget dance' I used to do everytime I rode the elevator with Kate going to psychology department at Union." I can't help it. I get excited with cameras.

Have I mentioned how much I love summer?

I missed a couple of weeks on here. The weather got nice, and I have a thing for sitting outside, walking outside, eating outside, drinking outside, etc.

Here's what's going on, in my faux-photo-essay.

To appease a roommate, I made good use of my free time and made rice krispie treats. But I didn't stop there. I carved them into a special shape, added some frosting, and voila--Shrek rice krispie treats!




Charlotte came to visit. I think her English accent got worse. Another reason for her to move to this side of the pond.



Charlotte gave me a really cool piggy bank for a belated birthday present. His name is William.




Kate wanted people to see a "classic" movie from the early 80s, "Against All Odds." Based on the DVD's menu picture, you'd think that it was porn, but that's only part true.



Not everyone was as excited for the movie viewing as Kate was, so we turned it into a drinking game. Pete especially liked having to drink whenever Jeff Bridges had his shirt off. I liked drinking best whenever there was a shot of Mayan ruins. Here's Caitlin with her first beer when we started the movie shortly before 5 on a Saturday afternoon:



I started teaching summer school. I have a little class of four autistic middleschoolers. I don't have any biters like in preschool, but plenty of other behaviors to keep things interesting, like an aggressive 240 pound boy. I've also got a scratcher, so it's been quite fun to have scratches all over my hands for the past few weeks, rather than bite marks. I don't have any pictures.

Last night Caits and I went to the Sox game.




I got a new t-shirt earlier in the day to celebrate the fact that Dice-K pitched!



My camera can only zoom in so far.
But here he is in action:


Following the game, I drank a bit too much, and made one of my more interesting drunk purchases shortly after 1 AM. While out last night, Caitlin and I made plans to go to the beach today, so I decided after getting home last night that it would be a good time to buy some beach chairs in the 24 hour CVS in Porter Square. I ended up being that girl who's drunk shopping. Beach chairs are hard enough to manuever when you're sober, let alone making your way through the store aisles after a night out. Then I couldn't find my credit card, and then when I did, I dropped it. Then I realized how ridiculous I must look to the people waiting in line behind me, so I started laughing, but ended up snorting. I don't have any pictures of the CVS disaster either.

Anyway, I need to cap off a great summer weekend with turning on the AC and heading to bed before 9. I'm reading a dark, kind of scary book, and I'm anticipating that I'll wake up sometime around 3am with dreams about being chased in the woods, so I might as well get an early start to bed.