Eggsplosion.

Today in my teenage angst an egg exploded in my face. I hadn't fried eggs in forever. I watch far too much of the Food Network and had convinced myself I could cook the perfect, quintessential fried egg. I was nearly there, about to flip to perfection and it popped. I gasped.

When I was younger the boys in my class would sneak up behind me and slam textbooks by my ear. I jumped, screamed, gave them the exact reaction they wanted. Time took the surprise away as well as my tendency to jump and scream. Now I flinch and gasp.

I gasped. Tiny, hot bits of egg were burning my forehead, eyebrow and spotting up my glasses.

No perfect egg for me today.

Three Blogs.

Today in my teenage angst I thought it my duty to remind my readers and/or make them aware that this is not where my blogging efforts stop! I have three blogs. Well really only two. If you're here you're aware of this one but did you know I have an arts review blog? Probably not. Sometimes I think to myself, you're not even involved in the arts anymore, what voice do you have? Then I think how many hours of my life were spend dwelling in and around the arts and change my answer to, "a darn good one!" 

Coming this week, time willing are reviews of the movie Moneyball and a rave review of Cornerstone Christian School's production of Beauty and the Beast. 

So hop on over to www.evaluativeexpose.blogspot.com. 

Can we all just talk about this puppy?

Never before has anything been so cute, funny and tragic all at the same time. 

Sk8r Boi.

Today in my teenage angst, I was taken back. Avril Lavigne was doing a show in Regina last night and my faves top 40 radio station was obviously all over it. This morning, for the first time in probably about ten years, I heard Sk8r Boi. What a great song.


Let's discuss the differences in and amidst the word great. Lots of people are called great but are by no means good. I'm working on an example but I can't really think of one. I think Catherine the Great was pretty awful, but I can't verify that. Sk8r Boi was a part of that hilarious faux-punk influence that my generation enjoyed in the early 2000's. It was because of Avril and my adolescent identity crisis that led me to adopt dark eyeliner and purple red hair. Good times. 


It is also because of Sk8r Boi that causes me to believe that if you can spell a word with letters, you should. 

Free Stuff is Best Stuff.

Look what I got at the library for free! They were just going to throw it away. So I snagged it. I'm pretty sure it was supposed to go in the book sale pile but no matter, I took it anyhow. It sits in front of me on the desk where I do homework reminding me of past and hopefully future better days. 


Also excuse Photobooth's tendency toward mirror image. 

That killed me.

I'm still drowning in school. My hiatus from BlogCrashers is not permanent. I'm just trying to get my feet under me. I handed in my third paper in three weeks this morning. Most would say, "a paper a week . . . no big deal." But it becomes a bigger deal when one is entirely unaware of being expected to do them until just before their due date. As was my predicament. 


On the plus side, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye for my English class and it was a very pleasurable read. To your left is the copy I own. Isn't it pretty? I'm admittedly not a classics reader. But I need to start differentiating between English classics and American classics. There's a distinct difference between reading about orphans with no food in old English and reading about a socially lost and misunderstood prep school kid wandering around New York in twentieth century vernacular. 


My favorite thing is discovering where phrases or cliches come from. If anyone can tell me where 'three sheets to the wind' stems from or what it refers to (beyond being drunk) I would be grateful. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the use of the word 'killed' in place of 'funny' or 'humorous' comes from here. What an exciting discovery. 

Mouth Breathers.

Today in my teenage angst, I became a mouth breather. 


There is nothing in life that baffles me more than mouth breathers. Whenever I see one, I inevitably stare in wonder and amazement. It's like seeing a wiener dog. You just kind of stare in amazement that they exist. There was a girl in my microeconomics class last year, who was not only a mouth breather but had some sort of gym class right before ours and had worked it out with our professor to come ten minutes late. Every monday, wednesday and friday I marvelled at her reality.


This sounds harsh. I obviously understand that there is a physiological reality for mouth breathers that I can't understand as I have working sinuses, but every time I see a mouth breather all I can think is, close your mouth! 


With the onset of fall and the allergies I seem,  after 24 years, now availed to, my nose is stuffy. Last night as I was shelving in the mysteries, I noticed I was mouth breathing. I became my the center of my own amazement! 


How often in life does that happen? 

Kids hate me.

Today in my teenage angst, I was unwanted. 
The title of this post is a misnomer as children actually love me; and I love them. 


Yesterday afternoon I went to take care of a friend's kids while she went to a benefit. We had a grand time. We did the usual. Paint the nails, read the stories. They entertained themselves for close to an hour personifying Littlest Pet Shop. It was pretty nice. We had dinner, they played 'Store', we cleaned up the basement, we had ice cream, we read more stories, we went to bed. Well they went to bed, I stayed up and did homework. I stayed overnight because my friend wasn't getting home until late. 


When I woke up in the morning I was treated with their usual enthusiasm - which is pretty tame compared to some. Later in the morning, the youngest exclaimed to her mom, "I want Hannah to go home. I don't want Hannah to babysit us anymore. Why is she always here?" I clearly understand that I'm inferior to her mother but I'd like to think I'm an okay substitute. After I'd had my shower I was standing in the dining room watching the girls play, she looked at me and stated "Do your hair." I laughed and said, "Do your hair." She furrowed her brow and replied, "Mom does it!" 


I went with them to church this morning and after as I said goodbye, I got a wonderfully loving hug from her. I know she doesn't hate me, but for that second I felt highly inferior. One of the best thing about kids is that they can make you feel ridiculous one second and the absolute tops the next. 

Here's a little vid of my darling, being her outrageous self.