Recently, I met a guy who...I thought was great. We were introduced by a mutual friend. He was handsome and a Giants fan and made me laugh. We really hit it off, hung out a few times. We had a... Continue Reading →
10. My SF Giants cover - one of my 8th grade students bought this for me off the internet with his own money. On my birthday, he told me to hold out my hands for a surprise. I don't generally... Continue Reading →
I remember being in junior high, at Fuddruckers after a night at youth group, and seeing two of my teachers eating dinner together. No, not just eating dinner together, on a date. She was the Home EC teacher who gave... Continue Reading →
Why Experts Are Not the Best Teachers. I may have found a kindred spirit.
My guitar...my Giants jersey...my favorite childhood book I can still read over and over, "The Ramsey Scallop," my ipod, my favorite pair of earrings...my photo albums of Europe and Central America. My Bible. My cowboy boots. A box of my... Continue Reading →
Last night I made the huge mistake of starting to read "The Girl Who Played with Fire" at about midnight. I started, and I couldn't stop. Because it was too scary to stop reading and go back to my room... Continue Reading →
1. I can't stop saying the word "sucks." And I'm pretty sure I said "hella" one time without realizing it. 2. Someone farted in the sixth grade class and I demanded to know who it was. (no one owned up)... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 