Small Balls and Large Balls

Dear Inventors of the Spanish Language,

I'd like to personally thank you for creating two separate words for the one word in English that means "ball." Yes, it is so exciting to me that PELOTA means "smaller balls" and BALON and means "larger balls."

Apparently in the creation of your language, you didn't consider the day this 24 year old female teacher would get to attempt to explain this concept to a classroom full of freshman boys. I actually said the sentence, "You have to be careful in deciding if they're smaller or larger balls."

I do not, however, blame you for the very awkward hand gestures that I accidentally made when talking about these small and large balls.

Sincerely,
Miss Dyer

A Day for the Earth

I don't really care about the environment and this generally really surprises people. I guess I look like someone that would hug trees and such, but really I'm just a girl who doesn't mind throwing paper in the trash instead of the recycle bin.

I figured I should get this revelation out before the whole world is reading this blog, and I'd have to deal with tons of hate mail. Actually I look forward to the day of tons of hate mail. I might even print it all out on unrecycled paper and then throw it away.

Ash and Erica's Trip to Sonic

My friend Ashley and I recently visited America's favorite drive-in for a Java Chiller. Keep reading for the great dialogue we had with the Sonic worker that was looking at us through the window:

Me: "We'd like one Java Mocha Chiller, but I was just curious if you could tell me what all is in it. I just can't figure out why there are 1500 calories in this delicious treat."

Sonic worker: "Well, ma'am- we put ice cream and milk in it with lots of chocolate syrup so those probably aren't helping the calorie count."

Me: "Oh- right... we're just trying to watch those calories. Okay, well do you think there is anyway you could make it a little healthier?"

Sonic worker: "(Laughing) Ummm no... but I don't think you need to worry about the calories really."

Me: "Thanks, Mr. Sonic Guy. Sorry for being so annoying. We'll just take one unhealthy Java Mocha Chiller."

Sonic worker: "Just one? You don't both want one?"

Me: "No- this way we're really getting half the calories."

Sonic worker: "Right. Okay and you're going to hate me for this but I have to ask because my boss is standing right here- would you guys like some Cheddar Bites with that?"

The Beginning of Something Brilliant

Once upon a time people locked up diaries and took extreme measures to make sure no one could read their inner most thoughts.

Not me.

Even when I was in middle school, I kept my diary out in visibility almost in hopes someone would read the clever entries I wrote with my cool Lisa Frank pencils. In fact, I've always written in my journals or diary as if someday I'd be the next Anne Frank and people all over would find them and read them.

However, I've finally given up on that disturbing dream and embraced the world that is blogging. Welcome to my inner most thoughts and ideas. I've saved you the trouble of breaking the lock. You're welcome.