black history month biographies

One of my favorite things we do during Black History Month is my students pick a famous African American, and then they research that person. They then make a cut art person to go with their writing. One of my readers, Laura, I know is missing these, so here are some good ones. The first few are awesome, and then they become more....interesting. Please look carefully at each one so you don't miss a thing!

Mae Jemison-astronaut

Marian Anderson-singer (I love that she looks like a Muppet!)

Philis Wheatley-writer (I had to ask the kid that made this why she was holding a duster since she was a writer. He then gave me a look of total confusion and said, "That's her writing plume. Duh!"

Jesse Owens-I'm a fan of the wonky neck and different arm lengths

Condoleezza Rice-LOVE her hair and tiny hands

I can't take credit for this last one. This is one of Nichole's kids, but I HAD to include it. It is by far my FAVORITE!!! I'll let you digest everything you are seeing before I say anything...

Benjamin Bennaker

I am dying right now looking at this again. Please note the box shoes over the feet-with the feet popping out both ends. Also notice the crazy arms! He traced his own hands (which are pretty big) for his person. The mouth is bigger than the face. The hair...he walked over to Nichole with only that weird white patch on the side and said he was done. Nichole told him to put more hair on his person, and he added a single tuft on the top of his head. Finally, you sadly can't see in the picture, but he drew a pig nose. Enjoy!

my first running..."injury"

The story of the picture is the best part, so lets get past the boring part. So I bumped up my interval running today, and towards the end my foot started hurting. I could tell a blister was forming, and I was right! It's not that impressive (probably because I eventually stopped running because it hurt) but it's in an annoying spot, so it hurts to just walk normally. Fabulous.

It was uncomfortable even to have my shoe on in the car, so I took it off for the drive home from the gym. At the stoplight in front of my apartment I decided that would be a good time to take this picture. If any of my readers have sat at that light, you totally understand that I had more than enough time to take this picture. It is a LONG light. Anyways, so since the blister was on my right foot, I used my left foot for the brake. I also couldn't find good lighting where you could actually see the blister so I kept moving my foot around. In the passenger seat, on my dashboard, up against the steering wheel, I even somehow got my foot around far enough and up against the drivers side window. Basically any spot was fair game. I easily took 10 pictures of my foot.

When I finally got a somewhat decent picture I looked over and the lady in the car next to me had the funniest look on her face. She clearly had watched this entire spectacle and didn't understand what she was seeing. It was understandable on her part. I wish I could have yelled my blog address at her so she would better understand. But the light turned green and I thought it was more important to get my right foot back on the pedal.

growing my hair back

I googled different hair treatments that I can use to help grow my hair back. I found several that seemed interesting, if not ridiculous. I went to HEB and found some of them.

I don't think I can realistically buy something intended for horses, although it does sound intriguing. After all, their hair is quite lovely.

This was Kelly and Em's idea. I am only 26. I don't think I can handle buying and using Rogaine.

This is what I settled on for the time being. Hopefully it was worth the $30 I spent on them.

I'll keep you updated on whether I grow my hair back, or if everything I do makes it fall out faster. I'm hoping for the first.

dallas

So I was in Dallas this past weekend for Nat's wedding. When Kelly, Emily, and I got to the church we needed to go to the bathroom. Em was determined when we didn't see anything right off, so she just walked around and started opening all the doors she could find. She finally found a bathroom, but I think it's where the guys got ready or something. The entire time we were in there the guys kept poking their head in looking for who knows who, but kept finding us. Before we left Kelly needed to put on her makeup and found a spot to stick her makeup bag. I started laughing when I realized she put it on an open Bible. Her response? "Just another great use for the word of God." Oh Kelly.

On Sunday I met Heather and her daughter, Claire, who is in 4th grade at The Galleria. We went ice skating and then to dinner. Claire was cracking us up at dinner, and even asked if she could get a picture with our waiter Tim. She chickened out though right as we were going to ask if we could take a picture of them.

Also my spring break food testing started at dinner with Heather and Claire. Sunday night: french fries! It was a delicious experience!! They were my first fries in over a year, and I couldn't eat them fast enough. Claire even said I could have her fries after seeing how excited I was to be eating fries. I did feel kinda weird after eating them, so I'm going to try potatoes again this week to make sure. Hopefully it was just because they were fried. I would LOVE it if I could eat potatoes again!

When I got home, I think Luna wanted to show me that I shouldn't leave her again, because she peed on my comforter. AS I WAS LAYING IN BED! Ugh. We are currently in a fight, but I don't think she knows that we're in a fight.

dirty dishes

This post is mainly for Rebecca. I will post about the rest of my weekend later. I went to Houston this weekend for Jillian and Karam's engagement party, and I brought along my laundry like usual. Something I also brought home (which Rebecca thinks is redonk) are some dirty dishes for my parents to wash for me. I don't see what the big deal is, I mean I bring laundry home, so why not my dishes?

(To be fair, these were things that were in my car, and my lunch tupperware and water cup from that day.)

neighbor

Firstly, I apologize for the picture. I know it isn't great, but it was the best I could do considering the situation. In case you are unsure of what you are looking at, let me tell you. You are looking at the inside of my neighbors truck, and both of the front seats are covered in trash bags. So my neighbor is either a murderer or has lice. Those are the only two reasonable explanations. I also think he saw me taking this picture. (That's why this was the best I could do.) So by tomorrow I may be dead, or he may send his lice underneath the door to get me. If it's the first, it was nice to know you. If it's the second, I'll make my students comb through my hair for me tomorrow.