adam and i were watching a motorcycle show on the discovery channel. i can't remember which one it was as it did not have one of my two british boyfriends in it. (well, i guess there is really three based on a technicality.) so anyway, a commercial for orange county choppers came on and i said, "oh i'm so sick of that show- it's the same every damn time, like higglytown."
adam got quite a rise out of this so-obviously-is-a-parent-of-a-toddler moment. but what is even more amusing... is that he knew what i meant.
and last night, we went to the health department for our annual flu shots. when we finally got in to see the nurse, she asked me if i was a nurse also. after i said no, she said, "then you're a teacher." i asked why she would say that as my handwriting was so messy on the forms, but she only smiled.
so of course, i am still confused and adam laughed the whole ride home that i was a stereotype.
what the hell! i don't wear embroidered jumpers or holiday apparel...
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No, if you did that, you would be *MY* mom, who is a stereotypical teacher.
hehe. i was thinking about her collection of earrings when i was typing away.
No smiley faces, I can control that one. The only thing I can peg it to is that I have a red, white and blue ribbon with a USMC pin in the center on my coat. I have had it on there for the past four years as my youngest brother-in-law did two tours in Iraq.
One time a gas station attendent told me that I looked like an artist...
My mum is a retired teacher too, and is stereotypical in every possible way, from the dress code and practiced slanted handwriting to the tendency to talk too loud and patronise people in public :)
okay so today *snow day* all of the local teachers decided to hang out at taco loco in shelby. adam, baby and i sat in horror as we were surrounded by mandetory lesbianesque haircuts and holiday patterned turtlenecks!!!!! awful.
ky showed her appreciation by vomiting all over the herself, the table and me. nasty. she's fine now (hopefully) but i think i know of someone else whose tummy doesn't agree with corn tamales...
I'm sure you're familiar with my corn tamale story ...
I can't even say the word without getting queesy.
of course it was you, jer.
maybe you and ky can stick to flour-shelled items from now on.
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