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If you give teenagers a laptop…

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I preemptively started to clear my car last night so I’d have less ice to chip off this morning.

We had the first snow fall of the season last night. We only received a few inches by me, but South Jersey got an unexpected buttload.

The roads were alright driving this morning. It was the rain that was horrible.

When I got to school, the parking lot hadn’t been touched. Most of the snow had melted… and turned into ice. I slipped 3 times, and I feel like I pulled something.

A lot of teachers called out today, and, because we have so few subs in our district, I’m currently covering a Spanish class.

You know how if you give a mouse a cookie he’ll want a glass of milk?

If you give a bunch of teenagers laptops during a free period they’ll be quiet and let you write a blog. They’ll also ask for advice on how to beat level 72 of Candy Crush.

I don’t mind this coverage.

I’m in a blog writing coma.

For the first time in YEARS, my family has Thanksgiving leftovers. Although we went to my Aunt’s, we made a 2nd Thanksgiving dinner at our house yesterday for my Dad’s birthday.

This meant I could make a Thanksgiving Dagwood sandwich for lunch today. Yum.

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I’m in such a turkey coma right now.

Much like a turkey coma, I’m also in a blogging coma.

I’ve been writing blog posts every day since October 1st. I’m tired. I can barely move. I want to nap. I want to go back for more, but I just don’t think I can.

So, I’m taking a step back from blogging. I’m still going to blog, but not daily. I need to take a break in order to continue to love blogging. Otherwise, it will turn into an obligation rather than fun.

Happy end of November, folks. Go enjoy your turkey coma.

My irrational fear of birds

I have had this irrational fear of birds since I was 14. I was walking my dog outside one night after volleyball practice, and it was dark out. Max was a wee little thing, and had this tendency to investigate and freak out over every piece of garbage in our neighborhood. He was particularly interested in this one piece of garbage, AND HE WOULD NOT LET IT BE. He started whimpering when I tried pulling him away from what looked like a crumbled up piece of newspaper. To show him it was just newspaper, I kicked the newspaper…. and it started half-heartedly flapping around. IT WAS A STINKIN’ HALF DEAD BIRD. (These were the times when we had a lot of stray cats in the neighborhood.) I screamed bloody murder, all of the neighbors came running out, and I went running into the house, eternally scarred by flapping birds.

So, you can imagine my horror when I looked out the kitchen window and saw about a hundred flapping birds caving in on our pool. I took a brief breath and filmed this, then I let Max the Dog out. He barked once, then jumped back and hid behind me as they all flapped away. Apparently he’s scarred for life as well.