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NO no no, get your mind out of the gutter, I'm referring to why my freakin space sucks. So after trying to edit, and re-edit, and re-re-edit, I have outsmarted it and input little X's for dramatic affect. I believe that spacing is actually quite important to indicate dramatic pauses, and a pause for laughter, which of course you experience while ready my witty postings. Anyways. Yeah, my space controller thingy sucks

Ribbons, glorious ribbons

How fabulous is ribbon? I love it! And you know what I love? You can get it for like 50 cents (why don't they make a cent sign on the keyboard, isn't that a thing?) And for 50 cents I can be pretty happy, I mean, that is super cheap.

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I bought the most adorable faux bois ribbon on Saturday.

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Do you know faux bois? It's a super fancy (I think French?) way to say fake wood... It looks like wood, you know, has that random squiggly pattern?...Martha adores it...I think it's her favorite...and while I like it, I don't think it's because she does. Although, honestly it might be. I'm kind of a band-wagon type of girl (although I'd hate to admit it).

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Well, so I bought a 50 cent roll (doesn't that sound like I'm referring to drugs? I am not) on Saturday and the only down side is that the 50 cent roll only gives you like 4 feet of ribbon. It's just a taste of the real thing. So once your 4 feet is up, there is no more. I mean, sure, you could paste together roll upon roll of the 50 cent stuff, but then it's all gloopy, and no one wants that.

So mostly these 50 cent rolls cannot actually be used for any real project. I mean, maybe tying together tiny bags of candy, or a small bow around a jar, but nothing you know really substaintial.

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That said, I might just line up all my 50 cent ribbon rolls and set them in my craft room (whenever I actually have one) and just stare at them.

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That is all.

Tea at the Arboretum

So this Saturday we headed to the Arboretum for tea, and although there was some major mishap with the scheduling, it was delightful afternoon. We decided to make the best of it and camp out at the cafe and just eat lunch. The weather could not have been more perfect and the flowers were just gorgeous. I have seriously enjoyed being outside this season, and I don't believe I have ever felt that before. Although, I will say, I have never actually had a 'place to be outside' of my own.

And this Sunday I went to the Swiss Avenue home tour with my mom and saw one patio that was just seriously out of this world. I swooned. I got chills. I might've even shed a very small tear. It was beautiful. Huge towering trees, beautifully landscaped with a garden path grid and topiaries. Then it had a beautiful black bottomed pool that lead into a spa and an outdoor dining and kitchen area complete with a glass fire pit. Oh my word. It was far and away the highlight of the tour.

I can only imagine having an outdoor kitchen. What would I even do with myself. I would just stand in it all afternoon, even if I had nothing to cook. It was just amazing. I don't know why you would ever need to go inside. I mean, maybe to go to the bathroom, maybe.

Anyway, I am determined to whip out backyard into ship-shape.

Un Problemita

Can someone puh-lease tell me why I suck at picking out paint colors? I mean, truly suck.

I just painted the laundry room for the second time and I'm pretty sure it's a dud.

Carter has confirmed that our house looks like it belongs in New Mexico, straight out of that movie with Chandler from Friends and Selma Hayek. You know, that's the exact look I was going for, right?

Baby Lamb

Hello precious little baby lamb. You are adorable. I want to cuddle with you in a field of clover.

How someone could eat you, I'll never know.

And to counteract that

A student just told me in front of the whole class "I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you are the WORST teacher I've ever had"

Awesome.

A little appreciation

Today I found out that I am one of the teachers being recognized by specific students in a Communications Application class. This is kind of pathetic, but I am super excited about it. I have not been recognized by a student ever, and although I'm sure it is a test grade and the student was forced to choose his "least bad teacher", I still feel a leeeetle special. And I'm super excited to find out who this student is. I have no idea

BUT I do have a tiny lingering fear that the teacher accidentally mistyped things and the email should've actually gone to Sra. Roser (who is also a spanish teacher, at Berkner). We'll see.

Total Fulfillment/Total Embarassment awaits.