Ok little T, I'll be careful. I promise not to break rule #1. I might have to do some heavy lifting or running without a bra though... just for kicks.

I got my name tag today... I'm soooo excited!

There's so much snow... it's like I live in Minnesota or something.

Today was a pretty big day. First of all, I got my placement for 303. I'm at Jefferson Elementary, in Ms Smith's second grade classroom. I'm quite excited about it but also a little sad because being in second grade now means that I'll student teach in fourth, fifth or sixth grade... little scary. They're gonna be better at English that I am. Second, I seem to be coming down with a little something. Sore throat, throbbing head, runny nose and my fav: sinus pains that makes my face hurt. All these symptoms make sleeping just a joy. Third, ski class placements were this evening. Some how I made it into the group with the fives and all the PSAI certified kids... note: the show offs like to remind the rest of us of their certifications on a regular basis... after one of these reminders, one of the guys in our group said, "well, I took the PSAT's in high school." I shook his pole, very nice on his part, funny too. Skied alright, still getting used to pokey sticks. I hate the hill we were on most of the night... hopefully by the end of all the classes I'll ski it well or maybe it will die by then. I hope the latter. Oh, I've driven in Wisconsin... hahahahaha, I said Wisconsin.

Mom, yo, sorry for the lack of posts. Not much went on between Monday and today. How am I doing?

My Grandma has an AIM screen name... how funny is that? Well, if you knew Pat you'd think it was funny.... so until you meet her just laugh.

The snooze button on my alarm clock is broken. I no longer have the luxury of sleeping for just a little bit longer than I should. Today is a sad day.

So Sara, the nondrinker, has a HUGE bruise just below her left knee. Does she know where she got afore said bruise? No. Should Sober Sara know where she got the bruise? Yes. I'm so disappointed in her. Geez. And cripes it hurts.

Last night I went to dinner with T, her aunt, uncle and twelve year old cousin, Nick. Part of the dinner conversation went as follows:
Nick (to me): what's your major?
The Uncle (to Nick): what are you trying to do, pick her up?
Everyone at the table: hahahahahahahahaha!!!

Friday night was the Old Navy Reunion... it was super fun (Becky, you can beat the snot out of me, I forgot my camera on my dresser). We all chatted about the good old days and caught up on what's going on with all of us. My fav part of the evening was when it was time to go and when I started the minivan it didn't make a single sound. I was so happy. Haven't had the darn thing for more than a week and it gives me trouble. The moral of the story ended up being: I got Dad's car and he's driving the van until it's all better. Woo hoo to that!

Hot beefs are so good. PS to that thought: everyone should start refering to me as Betty... as in Crocker, Betty Crocker.

"Nice," said Tony the ski instructor in response to me doing the bunny hop turns (I believe real skiers call them kick turns) without poles. Someone feels good about themself... ah yeah, it's me. Class was fun and very cold. Toit Pants McGee and the rest of the show offs were in our group tonight due to instructors not being there... I hope they aren't with us next week, made me a little nervous and feel like a tard for not being able to ski like them. Although, I did have a lovely time weaving around my fellow classmates and doing tight (toit) fast turns while closely following classmates. I like to ski, it's so much fun. And speaking of nervous... I was when the teacher started class and wanted to watch each of us individually, my right leg wouldn't stop shaking. I had to crouch down to stop the uncontrollable wobbly leg. Didn't fall down or anything, I got over it and can't wait for next week.

"You can kick my ass!" T

Cody Ray, I didn't call, I didn't stop, I suck. Sorry. I hope the kegger was a blast.

Yes, we were funny and did write things down. Here are a few of the retarded things we said:
"It itched, so I went at it." Me, in reference to my boob itching.
"What'd you do, turn it to hell?" T, in reference to the temp setting in our hotel room.
"I'm going to marry a rodeo clown." Me, a Rascal Flats song is about going to Vagas and marrying at cowboy, I firgure I'd get stuck with a clown.
Jessica trying to sing Send Me on My Way... can't possibly type what she was vocalizing. But very funny to listen to.
"What's that Hellen? Sign a little louder." Me, Hellen Keller was trying to tell us something.
"I used my noodle. It's a little soggy but still works!" Jessica completed what I remember to be a math problem... eight slices of pizza, four of us eating, two slices each... Jess, you're good.
"Whoa, Kame Apart, really comin' apart there aren't ya?" Me in reference to Kame Apart in Action Valley being torn apart.
"I can see clearly now, my glasses are on." Me, I couldn't see on Sat AM, I didn't have my glasses on.
Liz mooned us, I saw her boobs, I nearly peed my pants waiting for the gondola, Amy did some ballet jumps in the man ballerina looking thermal pants, T and I did a lot of singing into tampons while listening to the 1st Annual Lutsen Trip CD and Blinded by the light! Bla bla bla bla bloo blooo bloo bloo bloo bloo bloo bloo bla! Blinded by the light!

You wanna know how Lutsen was and if I had fun? My response: Ya, sure, you betcha. All dat time spent up nort, da bars and hot dish and all dat snow, oh geez, it was great, just super. It's too bad we missed da boat show downtown, shoot I was lookin for a new 40 footer, ya know what I'm talkin bout? Ok, that's enough Minnesotan for today... wait no... we coulda gone up ta Ely, it's not on da range but it's pretty darn close, you bet it is, but decided not to, we had ta get back to the sin cities, aka Minneapolis/St Paul. Anywho, I'll start at the beginning: Left Winona a little late but got on the road soon enough. Stopped at Andrew's dorm in Eau Claire to drop off a calculator (man I'm a nice sister). Andrew was introducing T to one of his floor mates as his gf. He tried to kiss her! Grabbed her face with both hands and went in for the smooch! I think he made contact with her cheek before she hit the floor. She fell down in defence. I fell down b/c I was laughing. We were on our way to Arbys, waiting in a turn lane, when T says, "KARI," in this high shreaky voice. See, Kari and the rest of the Gunderoos didn't know T would be in town and she didn't want them to know so we hid behind the car visors and tried not to make eye contact, she didn't see us. Then we drove and drove and drove some more. We drove until we were in Beaver Bay MN at the Holiday station. It was one of those gas stations where the locals hang out and can bring baby kitties in and buy bullets and other hunting items (I was a little scared, there was no Minnesotan talk to be had there, it's the way the people there really talk). It just so happened that Liz, Jess and our new friend Adam stopped here while we were there. A fun little reunion took place and we were on our way. Drove some more. Checked in at the hotel. Caught up some more, laughed and hit the hay. Liz made the Lutsen or Bust shirt... 'Lutsen or' on the back and 'Bust' on the front... very cool. Saturday: I could here the wind blowing outside our window on Sat AM. We all got ready and hiked up the road to the bus stop. Got our lift tickets and skied. It was sooooooooo cold and windy. The wind was howling at the top of Eagle Mountain. I thought for sure my toes and fingers where going to fall off. Aside from the cold, the runs were good and long and chanllenging. My fav part of the whole day was when we road the gondola. It was like a ride at Disney Land... I loved it. The view of the lake was beautiful... actually it was beautiful from almost everywhere on the mountain. That afternoon we sat in the hot tub. I talked to some semi-intoxicated middle aged men and some Big Wu hippies. Went to Sven and Ole's Pizza in Grand Marais for dinner. We had to get in and out of Mariah's van through the back hatch... military style.... deploy! deploy! T, Amy and I took two hour naps before bed that night... whooie, we were spent. Sunday: Up, ready, listen to hippies talk about the Wu in the loby, pack everything up, get to the mountain and ski all day. Jess is now Ole and I am Sven. Really got the Minnesotan down on the lifts that day. The cold wasn't nearly as bad as the day before. Had some nice toe warmers and quality socks. I got a lot better at using my pokey sticks... atleast I think so. Stripped in the parking lot and headed back down south. Perkins stop in Cloquet MN. Check Cloquet off the list of places to go... Got to Jessica's apt, watched Drop Dead Gorgeous. Actually, I fell asleep during the middle and farted some smelly farts in T and Jess's direction. And that's really the whole trip. We're going again next year. Mark your calendars.

We are going to have fun fun fun till our daddies take our TBirds away this weekend in Lutsen. Cripes! I can't wait. Just got off the phone with Liz and whooie! she helped get me that much more excited!

"YOU ARE A FLIRT." T said to Sara just before taking Tony, Cody, Max and Collin to the bars.

Perhaps I'll sleep with my poles (pokey sticks) tonight due to the excitement...

It was info night at ski class tonight... no one informed Tand I that the five o'clock section would be meeting during the seven o'clock section, so we went twice. Anywho, while we were at the seven o'clock class I was scanning the room (this class has more guys in it than all my other classes combine) and guess who I saw?! No, sorry it wasn't LM, I would have pooped, ran out hiding behind my jacket, dropped the class, and try to never look at him again if he'd been there. If it wasn't LM, who could it be? Yep, the Tom look alike! T decided that he will now be refered to as "Tom." You have to do the finger thingies when you say Tom to differentiate between the look alike and the real one. "Tom" is in the 7 o'clock class which means I may only see him in passing, tear. And he can't be that serious of a skier due to the fact that he needs rentals, but it's ok because he's hot. Man, I'm a crazy kid.

Two sleeps until Lutsen. I'm very excited. Don't talk about it around me, I go out of control and get crazy.

Toit pants.

Tight pants.

So I was trying to change my template the other day and it didn't work, or so I thought... I was surpised to see a new template this evening while checking the out the old site. Sorry everyone for the shocking new back drop... I think we'll all get used to it and learn to love it, or atleast live with it until I can change it again...

I haven't shoveled since the mid-90's.

LUTSEN on Friday!!

My dad wonders why I don't have a boyfriend... there are two obvious reasons that one might deduce from past posts: (1) there's this guy, let's just call him Tom because that's his name, that I have dumb issues with and (2) I have crazy crushes on guys I don't speak to. I discovered a third reason today: I'm an education major, a major over populated by girls. Actually, I already knew this but the point was struck home today while I was at class. MWF I have three classes (minus ski class on W), in these three classes, wait for it, that's right, there is ONE guy. One, and he's so not the type of guy I'd go for. Three very good reasons to remain boyfriendless.

If you go to the following web site: http://www.winona.edu/, you can see a picture of Library Manstrocity. Keep refreshing the home page until you see a pic of a guy wearing a yellow shirt and sitting on a bench that is surrounded by a lovely asortment of wild flowers. I have to admit that he has looked better but at least now you'll know who he is... and maybe, just maybe, one of you knows his name and will let me know what it is... but please don't tell him that I have this insane crush on him, I'd never be able to make accidental eye contact with him again! If you know LM's real name please email me at loftysara@hotmail.com. Thanks.

Home again, home again, hot digity dog!

Skated with Tom last night... lol, Steve wears snow boots around all the time, sorry for the aside... it was better than Monday. More comfortable conversation and interaction between the two of us. It was a nice. The butt poking while skating continues... it's tradition.

Based on yesterday and seeing Tom (see prev post), I'm not so sure I wanna ski with him on Friday. I don't know how to conduct myself around him. Half of me wanted to cuddle up next to him and the other half wanted to shove him off the lift. He tickled my knee, I wanted to hit him; he gave me a crappy goodbye hug, I wanted to thank him; he commented on how much better I've gotten at skiing, I gave him the mitten finger; did a hair length check by running my fingers through his hair, and oh that goofy look on his face, man, I shouldn'ta done it. Cripes. There might be more on this subject later after more pondering takes place...

Wild was nice yesterday. Fairly good conditions. T and I were riding the chair lift when she noticed the guy in front of us wasn't wearing a hat, she was worried about his ears being cold... "Tom never wears a hat," I said, "and there he goes," I continued while pointing at Tom as he skied down the hill, wearing a hat no less. Creepy speak of the devil sort of moment for me. My favorite part of the day was when T and I climbed Expressway. It sucked, had to stop about five times... Sara has nooooo endurance and my butt is sore. When I say that it sucked I mean it was an awesome sort of suckiness. Took a rest at the top of the hill, made a snow angel, looked at the new park, skied the hill and did the arms up in the air because I won the race after skiing through the finish line gate thingies. Excellent. Oh, didn't like skiing with poles (Pokey sticks) so much. I was more worried about what I was doing with them than what I was doing with my skis, the old form was going to crap.

Went out for T's 21st last night. Fun times. Missy's new name for T is 'Squinty Eye McGee.'

Anyone wanna donate $40 plus all the silly little ticket fees to a Sara wants to see Jewel in concert fund? I'd appreciate it and I know Jewel would love you for it... get back to me. Hurry, the concert is on Jan 11th!

I skied today, it was fun. I won't brag about where I skied because know one should brag about going to Buck. The important part is that I skied and I have a better idea as to how to ski with poles properly... a nice old ski patrol man was giving me pointers, it was good of him.

http://al32282.blogspot.com/ Al's web page, it works now, check it out already.