In the past 24 hours I have successfully polished off an entire bag of Pepperidge Farm Double Chocolate Chunk Cookies all by myself! In fact, it is half past six and instead of cooking dinner I’m munching on the last few crumbs lost in the bottom of the bag…”Life’s short, eat dessert first.”
I have to admit I’m so glad the Supermoon is over. I’m very disappointed that the Genoa weather didn’t cooperate, especially when someone posted amazing photos on Facebook (I hate that, look what you missed suckers!!!) But honestly, it was like everyone around me had taken a 48 hour lunatic pill. Now that the air has cleared and the sun is out for a change I’m feeling a spring in my step that wasn’t there a few days ago while I was dropping F*bombs all over the place. One reader even commented that I went easy on my F*bombs but of course I only wrote half of the ones that I was thinking and besides, my dad reads my blog and he hates the F*bomb.
Aside from my potty mouthed alter ego I had a bit of fun the other day at school. You see, when I was sixteen I was head banging to Rock and Roll long before my students were the result of Meatloaf’s “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses…” So, of course my students think I am just some stuffy English teacher who yells a lot (not that I am arguing that fact either). But aside from appearing stuffy, ahem, professional, I am and always will be that chick wearing spandex belting out Led Zeppelin and Pat Benatar tunes.
This week I had five out of fifteen students in class so I/they decided it was time to play games instead of hitting the books…who was I to argue? I can play and goof off with the best of them as long as the Principal doesn’t fire me! So, rock out we did. One of my students is like a blast from my past reciting lyrics and guitar riffs from Black Sabbath and there I was singing along like I was sixteen again, and you know what? It felt good. I had to laugh on the way home though because I got images of myself as Jack Black in School of Rock and wondered if I was super cool or just making an ass of myself…not that I really cared. I’ve always believed that music is a universal language, just like love.
This morning I cranked up Guns ‘n Roses on Youtube and scared Coco under the bed, haha.
Rock on dude!