Middle School. Do those words make you want to run away screaming? Probably. I am a middle school teacher. When I tell people that, they have one of two reactions: 1. "Ugh, you're a saint!" or 2. "Ugh, why?!" (Some days, I ask myself the same question. At this point in the year, I ask … Continue reading I’m Sorry, No…
My husband, Steve, is no stranger to the goings on at the Married Cat Lady. He’s often referenced in both ramblings and wake up calls. He’s also the best editor and reader I have. I decided that in honor of Valentine’s Day this week, I would tell the story of our lurrvee (or at least … Continue reading The Timeline of Lurrvee: Ridge Fest Rendezvous
This is what I looked like when I was thirteen. I was a big dork. And, let's face it, I'm still a big dork. I had this weird emotional, I don't want to say relationship, but maybe, attachment to, or reliance on my older self. For example, I was the last of my friends to get … Continue reading To be opened April 16, 2007
I've mentioned a few times that I am a fan of yoga--I have, right? Or did I just mention it in my About section? Whatever, I am. Last Friday I did yoga at the Sears Tower with my mom and my friend Mary. Believe it or not, I was not always the yogi master I … Continue reading We are Yogi Masters
In college, I lived in an apartment with four others girls; we called ourselves/ the apartment "The Lawful Brothel." Clearly, we were a fun group. I don't know if you've ever lived in a house with five girls, but the brothel is the source of some of my best college memories. We loved sitting around … Continue reading The Lawful Brothel: Creating Sad Boys Since 2008
I am not a sporty person. I don't really like watching sports. Anyone who knows me, knows this fact to be true. But I do like hanging out with people, eating snacks, and drinking for sports. However, in my day I did play softball-- in which I received the Sportsmanship Award. I was/ still am very … Continue reading Hooray sports! Do the thing! Win the points!
There is a quote about sisters that I love; it says, “A sister is a little piece of childhood that can never be lost.” These words ring truer and truer as I get older and older. My sister is a little piece of my childhood; she is my best friend, and she knows me better … Continue reading Sister, Sister
Hello. Is anyone there? Maybe this will be easier to start if I don’t think anyone is actually reading it. Or is it sad? I don’t know. That may be one of those chicken or the egg questions—is it sad because no one is reading? Or is it not sad because I don’t know that … Continue reading Hello.