Yoga Journal Contest

      I realize I don't have that many followers, but for those of you who do follow my blog, or stumble upon it, I need your help. "Yoga Journal" is having a talent contest to be featured in the magazine as a model. All I need to do is submit a photo of me in my favorite yoga pose. Fortunately, I already have photos so please take a look and vote for which one you think I should submit.

1: Dolphin (shout out to Daphne!) Pose. No Sanskrit name.

Don't mind the rear view.

2. Tree Pose. Sanskrit: Vrksasana

3. Wheel Pose. Sanskrit: Urdhva Dhanurasana

4. Wild Thing Pose.

**disclaimer: this pose is not technically correct since my right leg should be extended. Obviously if this wins, I will retake the picture, but the sandy shores of Lake Erie may have to suffice.

VOTE NOW! THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE FOR ME!! HOLLA!

Kids Say the Darndest Things

On rare occasions between the fighting and the name calling my students really do say some things that throw me for a loop now and then. These are the moments that keep me from pulling out my hair or going on a rage a la Sue Sylvester sane. So with no further ado, the things the little dears say that make my heart swell:

Student A: "I can never do my homework right!"
Student B: "Abraham Lincoln said, 'never say never.'"
Student C: "No, Justin Bieber said 'never say never.'"

Students D&E: "You can call one of us White Alyssa and the other Brown Alyssa."
Me: "Noooo, actually I can't."

Student F: "Is your husband your Valentine?"
Me: "No, I'm not married. Nor do I have a valentine for that matter."
Student F: "Aren't you a little bit old not to be married?"
Me: "Uh, no! I'm only 22!"
Student G: "That is old! You should be in the hospital having a baby right now!" (And then I threw up in my mouth.)

Student H: "There is a big wad of toilet paper in my favorite toilet."
Teacher in office: "Ok, we'll have someone take a look at it in a few minutes."
Five minutes later, student is still in office....
Teacher: "You really need to go back to class now."
Student: "Well aren't you going to fix the toilet? In case you're wondering why it's my favorite, it's because on my first day here I peed in it!"

Student I: "You are big meanie!" (Ok, so this isn't really that cute, but I find it funny. Yeah, I know, I'm weird... as well as mean.)

Me: "What's wrong?"
Student J: "He growled at me!"
Me (talking to Student K): "Why would you growl at him?"
Student K: "Because he smiled at me, and I don't like smiling faces."
Me: "oook, well that's not normal..." (Of course I thought to myself at least they didn't hit one another or call each other names.)

Child in office: "What's your name?"
Me: "My name's Megan."
Child: "What are your kid's names?" (Obviously, the topic of my kids and love life, or lack thereof, is a hot one at the school.)
Me: ::laughter:: "I don't have any."
Other teacher: "Her students are her kids."
Me: "You've got that right! I"m set for life!"
Teacher: "Noo, you'll have kids before you know it." (Another moment in time in which I threw up in my mouth.)

College: 1 Megan: 0

This weekend I had a relapse. I was done living in the Real World and having responsibilities. I had a craving for OSU and nothing was getting in my way. I wasn't even going to let Mother Nature stop me. I called her up a few weeks ago and gave her fair warning of what could happen should she get in my way and believe it or not, she listened. The downside to my relapse is that College and I had a rocky reunion.


Friday night I had maybe 4 drinks. 1 Great Lakes Christmas Ale (I'm trying to keep Christmas with me all through the year), 1 Bud Light out of a glass bottle because even though I wanted to fit into college, I still wanted to keep things classy, and 1 glass of punch for sho and I vaguely recall finishing off another glass of the punch and then my next memory is waking up smashed between the wall and Libby Gaga. Yes, this sounds like I am a terrible light weight, but you must understand that my "doctoring" of the punch may have accounted for at least 4 other people throwing up. I guess it's not a good thing when you can taste the shitty alcohol. I should have learned my lesson from Skittles Night spring quarter freshmen year, but if Sus goes down, we all go down. Much to Deb's disgust, I felt great and bounced off to breakfast the next morning. To be nice, I did acquire the worst hangover for 1 hour later in the day. Fortunately the nectar of a ginger and some advil really saved me. My heros. But like I ever needed those god-send items when I was in undergrad, much less after 4 drinks. Ahh, the misery of someone working in the real world. Life sure does like to keep you humble.

College Life > Real Life

About this time a year ago, my elder cousin advised me to stay in school. He told me graduation was the worst decision I could possibly make. I laughed off the former frat boy's advice as I thought about how ready I was to be done with school and be out in the real world. I mean it was quite miserable having to walk a mile to sit in class not even really having to take notes since I typically printed off slides and every once in a while I had to bullshit some project or paper. And then each weekend I had to socialize 3 nights a week and stay out til the wee hours. What a life that was and how do I miss thee? Turns out, you should listen to your elders. Even if you happen to be one of those people like me who insists upon making her own mistakes and learning from them.

I miss that life and I miss living with and near many people my own age (no awfunse, roomies. Actually take awfunse, since you're annoying the living daylights out of me). I also miss being young and carefree and not having the responsibility of caring for little people. Come back, College Life (this is croaked out like Rose from Titanic as Jack slips into his watery grave).

Weird reason why you love me #1: We all love JAMMIES!

Around here, I don't call 'em pajamas, I call them JAMMIES! If you have no idea what I'm talking about then click here. But anyways, the other day when the world was supposed to end via snowfall, I decided to do the jammie shuffle. So I pulled out my footie jammies even though I have vague memories of me not liking them in my younger years but since I bought them as an impulse buy (adult footie jammies for 10 beans! I couldn't pass that up!) 2 years ago and I haven't really put them to much use I decided to whip them out. I was blindly following the newscasters who were predicting power outages and though I wasn't really catching their drift due to the lack of snow fall outside my windows, I wanted to prepare for the worst. So what better way to snuggle up then in my footies. Plus, mine glow in the dark! I may not be embarrassed over my sleepwear, but don't worry, Ed was for the both of us. So here's how my night went:

It was the worst.

Had my power gone out, I would have been snug as a bug, because those things get hot. And this is coming from someone whose room is like 40 degrees. I was toasting. So in the middle of the night, I stripped down and changed into my normal jammies which consist of.... wait for it..... nothing! Psych, I typically sleep in a t-shirt and sweats so that's what I put on. The next night I decided to give it another go. It wasn't so bad given that I removed several blankets that I typically sleep with, but then I discovered I like having that weight on  me. And the footie part got all twisted around my foot which I very distinctly remember hating when I was little. The jammies aren't really all they are cracked up to be. And while little babies and toddlers slay me in their jammies, 20-some year old adults, just don't pull it off as well.

See what I mean? Although the heel do add a touch of class!

Although should I move to Chicago, or experience another "devastaing" snow storm, or go camping with Sarah Palin, I'll def be bringing the jammies along. So for now they stay.

xoxox, you know you love me!

You know you love me!

In addition to February being Black History Month, it is also the month of love. And I have decided to make all my blog readers fall in love with me. This idea came to me from multiple milk chocolate hearts from Dove with the little ditty "Be Your Own Valentine" written in the wrapper. Many things are wrong with this and I'm not sure who the idiot is who thought it would be a good idea to throw this in a bag of chocolate that could easily find it's way into the hands of a 22 year old college grad living with her parents who has had less than stellar V-day's the past 3 years. But I digress. I thought rather than inflate my ego more than it really is, why not share the love that is me with you! See how nice I am! So for the month of February I'm going to attempt blogging on a regular basis by sharing little tidbits with you all about me that make me for who I am. I was going to attempt blogging every day, but with the possibility of power outages, me working longer days, taking weekend trips, slacking off, this just isn't likely. And no reason to get your spirits up!

So stay tuned for some posts to follow.... you know you love me!

xoxo

In today's news....

Today I had a snow day and didn't even realize that I had the day off until I came near the school and saw zero cars in the parking lot. The whole process of getting ready for work and commuting did only waste like 2 hours, but I did learn a lot of things today:

• News Channel 5 is not as accurate with their school closings as they think.
• Always check the school's website.
• I should probably be on the list of people that the school calls to tell me that school is off.
• My little bean of a car can manage driving through 5 inches of snow.... uphill nonetheless! Momma is so proud of you, Julius Bean! (mind you as I was driving into the school this is when I began to think that maybe we had off school because the roads in Cleveland were terrible. If it wasn't for the fact that I was worried I was going to slide into someone's house, I totally would have thought the experience was fun!)
• Overall: I am a dumbass. 

And then you would probably think that I spent my hours off being productive but no. I went home, put on some sweats and then took a nap. I mean, it WAS starting to rain and I had already pushed JB (my car) to the limits.