Nic is obsessed with me.

NicUnCool screamed, "Hottie, you best play this dweeby blog game where you choose a picture about which you previously blogged and make comments about it! And then hit me!"

I won't hit her - she's gone through enough just being herself - but I will post the picture. THIS picture:

These were "the tiniest Snickerdoodles I [had] ever baked." As of today, they were also the second most delicious Snickerdoodles I have ever baked. That's saying something, boy. I produce some amaaaaazing Snicks.

Today, I considered making more. Tomorrow is school T'giving, see, and my students are frequently hungry. Plus, they have been da bomb this past week, and I thought they deserved some snacks. So I told the students, "Students, you have been da bomb this past week, and I think you deserve some snacks. Que do you want?"

Thousands of them yelled, "Cookies!" And then, "You are the best teacher I have ever had, and will ever have, and our parents will send you money and hybrid cars!"

"Good answer," I thought. "I am better at baking than Rocky is at boxing Obama is at orating or NicUnCool is at being a freak."

Then I got home and started eating Friend Thanksgiving leftovers and then, oh geeze! I don't have time to bake cookies! And what if I accidentally poison the children! And what if the cookies come out different sizes as they are apt to do and the kiddies get all "Her cookie is bigger! His cookie is bigger!" and annoying!

So I went to Safeway and bought three giant bags of cheap cookies and one EFREAKINGNORMOUS sack of pretzels. (And two boxes of tea, and a bottle of Women's One-a-Day Vitamins. I did not buy the pomegranate, though that was an inner struggle like you wouldn't freaking believe.) (I love grocery shopping.) (And I love yesterday's daily puppy.)

In closing, I look good in red.

Wanted: Your Brilliance

The International Student-Teaching Guru informed me that I have do some kind of Norway-related research project. It can be filled with whimsy, as long as I can get approved by an adviser.

Please give me ideas. Quickly!

Huge bloody news

Beavers are back in Britain. Their buck teeth are crooked.

Blog Hug

Boyfriend and I were walking along Bay Street when I said, "I saw on Oprah the other day...." I paused. Oh my God. I am starting a sentence with "I saw on Oprah."

So I said, "Oh my God. I am starting a sentence with 'I saw on Oprah.'"

And you know what he said? No, not, "You are an old woman who has a book club and watches Oprah," and not, "You watched at least one part of an episode of daytime television, you lazy bum."

No, no, my boyfriend said, "That's ok. Oprah's smart."

Consider this a blog hug, boyfriend. Because Oprah IS smart.

What I Expect From Norway

I have never seen a bear in the wild. No, never! I mean, I've had some incredible zoo experiences, but nothing in good ol' nature.

That will all change with Norway. Yes, I've decided that my first wild bear experience will be polar.

And while I'm planning this spontaneous stroke of good luck I WILL have... I will... I am going to say that I will see both polar bear momma and polar bear baby, like so:

When I am back, you will flock to me for my polar bear seeing/awesome blogging skills.

Beyonce, that was berilliant. (Line stolen from Paul Rudd.)

Like the song. Love the video.



Oh, and I choreographed it. You know I did.

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Dear Flailing World Economy,

You have finally affected me, and I'm mad.

Scowlingly,
KJW

I have the day off. Thank you, Veterans.

Last night, after trying to get through People of Sparks (booooring), I thought, "I will refuse wake up at the equivalent of, like, fourth period and sleep through my day off. I will set my alarm!" So I did. For 8 AM.

It blimbled me awake.

I said, "Good morning!" in a Dean Martin voice. (That's a lie.) Irish Breakfast tea is steeping and I'm updating my blog, all before what would be second period.

Take that, potentially unproductive day off.

Europa

Aight, so, Scandinavia awaits me. I fly into Copenhagen on December 27th and want to be in Trondheim on January 2nd. That's less than a week. A week!

Thus, I have decided to skip Sweden. No more New Year's Eve in Stockholm. Deal with it, Swedes.

Where in Norway should I spend it? More importantly, with whom should I spend it? My Stockholm/Seattle/Trondheim pal will no longer be with me for one of my Top 10 Holidays.*

I should learn to speak Norwegian or something.

*Top 10 Holidays include 10 of the following (depending on my mood): Groundhog's Day; Summer Solstice; Thanksgiving; Martin Luther King, Jr. Day; Ski to Sea; Election Day; Christmas; Mardi Gras; Ash Wednesday; New Year's Eve; Easter; My Birthday; All Souls Day; Memorial Day; Veteran's Day (day off tomorrow, hollaaaa!); Inaugural Speech Day; Last Day of School Day; First Day of School Day; Good Day at School Day; Bought Four Pairs of Socks Day; Halloween.

Review

"In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope." -President-Elect Obama, February 2008

Staying up late for change.

It's past my bedtime, but you know what?

It was worth it.