9 degrees

That's how cold it was yesterday. But we still got up at 4 am because, as boring as history books are, it's kind of cool when you're there.



Notice how it's still pitch black outside?

Katelyn was trying to get everyone on the platform to join in the official Obama cheer. I'm pretty sure she made it up. When I say O, you say BAMA, O-BAMA, O-BAMA! Conveniently enough, it also works for Oprah, in case you want to cheer for her too.

The metro ride wasn't nearly as bad as reporters tried to make it sound. We got on the first train that came by, and even got seats! (Well, Ryan got a seat but was nice enough to give it to me.)



This is the last picture we have with Erica and Anne. Turns out, they are way cooler and way more important than we are, so they got to sit on the podium with Barack and everybody else. Okay, maybe not next to Barack, but they were pretty darn close. (Check out the picture Anne got!. Whoa.) I decided I need to start hanging out with Anne more. Not only is she awesome, but she has connections.


See Yo-Yo Ma? And see the girl in the purplse scarf behind Yo-Yo Ma to the left? That would be Erica. And Anne is next to her.

While our view wasn't quite the same as Erica and Anne's, it was not bad.




There were lots of snipers.

And tons of people. (Glad I wasn't way back there!)


Before we could get to our seats, we had to wait in a long line. For about 3 hours. And then wait another 3 hours for the inauguration to actually start. After 5 minutes, Laura was about to give up and go home. It was cold. I guilted her into staying. And let her sleep on me.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow at noon, I will be here:

Watching the 56th Presidential Inauguration.

It is going to be freezing. But so totally worth it. (See what the river looks like today?!)

erica (a week and a half late)

Last week was Erica's birthday. She turned 27, so we all went out for Mexican food. Yum.

There are lots of really great things about Erica, but one of my favorite things about her is her hair. Seriously. Check it out! That is some great hair. I've had hair envy for awhile now.

It's also really great that she let me call her Cripple Hipple when her leg was broken. She's nice. Too bad she has to be all smart and go away to law school. That's going to be a bummer.

parents

Sometimes I hate parents. Sometimes I love them. Today, I love them, mainly because of this email:

"To the good people who toil with Jake Starke on a daily basis, I wanted you to know that you will be able to ease into your long weekend as I am taking Jake out of school on Friday. I believe that there is one exception that Ms. Reed has taken pity on the little boy and may allow him to take his Physics test Friday during his first period study hall after which we will head north. I apologize for disrespecting the school calendar but I want Jake to think positively about colleges, so we are going to tour some in New York and Vermont. And then go skiing. I gather that I have no standing to take him out at this time so must beg for your mercy. "

Dear Mabel,

I miss you and your pink shoes. When can I come back to play play-doh with you? Maybe I'll even bring some of my shiny shoes and we can have a fashion show.

And we should totally invite Caroline over for a slumber party! Won't that be the most fun?!

Love,
Your favorite aunt Poodle

news

So my roommate has a new boyfriend.

He pretty much is Michael Scott.

And that's all I have to say about that.

just for charlotte

because i used to call her Charlotte the Harlot and she's still friends with me. She's nice.

Books to Read:

Teaching Introductory Physics: Okay, snooze, I know. But remember that physics class you took with me once when I convinced you that you wanted to be an engineer? That was fun. And it's honestly one of the best books I've read in a very long time. I take it with me everywhere I go.

The Promise, by Chaim Potok: It's the sequel to The Chosen, which is one of my favorite books of all time. I didn't love it quite as much as The Chosen, but it's still good.

A Long way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier: if you're particular about writing styles (which i sometimes am) you might not love it, but everybody should read this book at some point in their lives.

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: a year of food life: pretty interesting.

The Brighter Side of Human Nature, by Alfie Kohn: I've read several of his books, and they get repetitive after you read more than two (he starts to repeat the same stories) but if you've never read anything by Alfie Kohn, you should. It's inspiring.

must-read

has anyone else read this website? #115 is one of my favorites.

Dear people who were just now invited to read my blog,

Um, yeah. Sorry.

Don't think that I forgot about you. I was just letting the anticipation build. Or something.

Love,
Poodle

a mexican christmas

So, the picture uploader thingy is being really slow and, as it turns out, I'm not that patient. I'll have more later.

Before Christmas actually came, we drove out to Cholula and Puebla where we ate some fried grasshoppers (less disgiusting than you might think)

sat on an elephant (because sometimes mom still thinks that we're five years old. That may be because we sometimes act five, but that's beside the point.)

and saw some ruins.

Then we came back to Mexico city for Christmas eve and Christmas day. We made all of our regular Christmas treats for caroling. We were planning on singing Feliz Navidad (because it's the only Christmas song we know in Spanish) but when mom ended up singing what essentially translates into "I want your anus (and happiness)" we decided to forego the song and just deliver plates of food instead. Smart move, if you ask me.

Christmas day, we opened stockings

and took a pinata to the kids at the refugio.

Later, we went to the Zocalo, which during the holidays is a lot like Disneyworld. Except way better, because Disneyworld just isn't that fun. Sorry, but it's not. All in all, not a bad trip so far.

glorious freedom

only two classes left, and i am free for 16 whole days. no more ball jokes or other teenaged antics.

today is the last day of school, and i have received some delightful gifts from several very generous students. these include:

• a $100 gift card to Nordstrom. what should i buy? some shoes? a pair of designer jeans? too many choices
• a gorgeous blue cashmere scarf
• another blue scarf (apparently they're big this season)
• a barnes and noble gift card (awesome)
• lots of chocolates
• candles
• earrings

Today we have our faculty holiday party at our headmaster's house. i am going simply because the door prize is an all-expense paid trip for 4 to cape cod. i am determined that i am going to win.

i am a member of "the reason" which is a club that provides a reason to get up early on saturday mornings. tomorrow morning we are baking sugar cookies to leave on people's doorsteps.

then i'm watching mamma mia with rochelle. and attending the mandarin branch christmas party. i'm going for the food.

not that interesting

to most of you, anyway. probably my mom will pretend to be interested, because that's what moms do. but a math teacher guy wrote this, and i am happy to say that i can (mostly) answer yes. (except for on some days when i'm annoyed. and yes, i am feeling pretty smug with myself right now, thank you very much....)

Evolution of an Educator:

At first, your students don't know anything because you teach poorly, and you know this. Then, you become happily aware that some students are learning. You know that other students still aren't, but you are pedagogically nearsighted and can make only blurry distinctions between the two camps. Your teaching improves and the ranks of the Is Learning camp swells and you know the members of the Isn't Learning camp by name. You develop better methods of tracking achievement and you know exactly what the students who aren't learning haven't learned. Moreover, as you teach, you begin to anticipate the material that will confuse these students. You realize that your intervention can effectively transfer a student from one camp to the other. At a certain point, the technical challenges to increasing student achievement disappear, but the moral challenge remains. Will you do it? Every day, every hour, every student for 180 days, will you do it?

teenagers....

So we're building roller coasters in my class this week. Which is mostly really fun. The only problem is, we're using marbles (which the boys prefer to call balls - for obvious teenaged boy reasons).

Some of the marbles are too big to fit in the tracks that we're using. According to Ryan, Jeff's balls are too big. I thought about asking him how he would know that, but I don't want to encourage this.

We're also using cups for support. Ha. That's freaking hilarious.

Heaven help me. I better get a great Christmas bonus this year.

final exams

So I always give the same bonus question on all of my final exams:

"Explain any concept that we learned this year that was not addressed on the exam."

It gives the kids an opportunity to explain the stuff they studied but that I didn't ask about. Some of them impress me with their knowledge. Some do not. I always get a few interesting responses.

Some of them are blatantly butt-kissing: "I learned that I love physics and that Ms. Reed is the best teacher ever!"

Right. Sure you did.

Some of them are a little funny: "I learned that Michael Scott burned his foot on a George Foreman grill because he likes the smell of fresh-cooked bacon in the morning."

I think I talk about The Office just a little too much.

And my personal favorite: "I learned that Ms. Reed really likes candy."

Awesome.

words to live by

Yesterday, I received this email:

sometimes i underestimate how freakin' awesome you are. then i repent. today i repented.

Love,
Your Repentant Sister

I'm pretty sure I'm going to make my students read it today.

Never forget this. Ever.

The end.

dear people for whom i am buying christmas presents,

Due to the slump in the economy, I am finding extra great deals this year. I have therefore found some extra fantastic presents for you all. Even though it really is just the thought that counts.

You are so welcome.

Love,
Poodle

Dear Ashley,

You're right. You deserve your own bullet point. In fact, you deserve your own post. I am thankful for you because:

• you know what a fudge turd is.

That's your one bullet point. I hope that's good enough.

Love,

Poodle

dear world,

Let it be known that my banana cream pie kicks your banana cream pie's butt.

So does my chocolate cream pie.

Love,
Poodle

ps - don't be intimidated. we can still be friends

things i am thankful for this week (in no particular order)

• my AP students, for all scoring 4s or 5s on their exam. They make me look really good.
• the recession. My job is stable and man, the sales are great this year!!!
• the recession again, because Bethesda restaurants implemented an "appetite stimulus plan" with lots of special deals last week
• pies. And lots of them. (4 to be exact, for a dinner with six people)
• cranberry salad. I'm making a double batch.
• my job.
• my roommates for making me laugh. especially when they walk out of the bathroom at the symphony with their skirt tucked into their underwear.
• people who are willing to drive to the outlets with me at midnight Thursday night to hit all the black friday specials.
• my sisters. and my brother, too. and the in-laws.
• my mom
• my hair, for really cooperating with me these days

the joys of teaching

So in my last period class, this kid named Ryan keeps farting. They're loud. And stinky.

So of course everyone acts like they're five year olds and laughs hysterically.

Wait, never mind. Everyone acts like teenaged boys and laughs hysterically. I'm ready for a break.

But after Thanksgiving break, I get to participate in our 2nd annual dodgeball tournament! It is the best fundraiser ever.

update

There are a few things that have been going on around here recently.

• Swim practice started last week. The team looks promising, as everyone is capable of staying afloat on their own. Not a single swimmer is relying on the lane ropes for their survival.
• The first day of practice, we got locked out of the pool. It was super fun. Then a kid's arm popped out of its socket. Don't worry, we popped it right back in. Apparently it happens to him all the time. He's now our manager.
• I give my final exam on Friday, and then I'm FREE for Thanksgiving break.
• But then my break is interrupted Tuesday night for our first swim meet. Rotten timing.
• I am going to see the Warsaw Philharmonic on Friday night.
• We built egg-drop contraptions in my class this week. They were only allowed to use straws, rubber bands, and tape. We threw them off the top of the stadium. They were awesome.
• I started my Christmas shopping this week. I totally want to keep the present I bought Ashley.

dear bethy,

I am coming to visit you on December 31. Please try not to work on New Year's day so I can play with you and your kids. And Brandon too, I guess.

I tried to tell you last night but you hung up on me.

Love,
Poodle

all i want for christmas (and my birthday) is...

a lot of things, actually. Which really isn't that surprising if you know me. But this year I could really use:

• Cello lessons. Erica and I want to take lessons together, and they're offered through my school for only $35/lesson! Not bad.
• A plane ticket to Houston to see Bethy, Bexie, and Brother. And the babies, of course. It's been way too long since I've played with the babies.
• Just about anything from Anthropologie. Or JCrew. Or a gift card to JCrew so I can use my awesome teacher discount that I get on every single purchase I make. Being a teacher definitely has its perks.
• A lightweight, waterproof North Face jacket (or similar). For those days when it rains and I still want to play outside. It happens.
• Rain boots. Some black ones or black/gray.

5 reasons i love my students

just because tomorrow is friday

1. They always compliment my shoes. Even though I own way too many.

2. Sometimes they just get so excited they can't help but shout in the middle of class. I'm not always sure what they're excited about.

3. They love the stupid games I make up for them to play.

4. They make fun of my dumb jokes. (Yes, teaching is really good for my self-esteem.) Turns out I've quoted Bring-it-On one too many times this year. (This is not a democracy, guys. It's a cheer-ocracy.) I didn't think that joke could ever get old. Apparently I was wrong.

5. They come find me during lunch so that I can settle the debate about who would be the better lead-singer for their band. I picked Harper, just because I like calling him Harp-dog. I'm pretty sure he secretly likes it when I call him Harp-dog, too.

election madness

The Redskins lost last night. And we all know what that means.... "Obama nation" it is.

Luckily, Laura went to Costco yesterday to buy food storage. You know, for when the riots break out and we can't leave our house for weeks at a time. Seriously.

Julie was so impressed with Laura's preparations that she wrote in her name on the ballot. So who knows, Laura just might be our next commisioner of education. Or something. Go Laura.

sweet revenge

One of my students got a ticket this weekend for yelling at another driver. He told that driver that his car was gay.

He thought that the cop was kidding about the ticket.

The cop was not kidding.

Deep down inside, this story made me really, really happy.

some politics

According to my co-worker, if the Redskins win their game tonight McCain will win the election.

If they lose, Obama will win.

And if Obama wins, our country will be an "Obama Nation" in the sight of the Lord.

Ha.

Sometimes I hate living in a political city.

the weekend

a few things I learned this weekend:

• Parents can be rude. Not to me so much, but still rude. I went to our girls' field hockey game on Friday, and was more than a little embarrassed about the comments that the mothers on both teams were making toward one another. Get a grip. They're sixteen-year-old kids, and it's just a game. Seriously.
• I still like rollercoasters. Yesterday was the last day that six flags was open, so Troy, Erica, Ryan and I went. Fun.
• There is a 70-year-old man in the Bethesda ward who finds great joy in fulfilling his wives fantasies. At least, this is what he told us all during testimony meeting yesterday. Then he realized how it sounded and got a little embarrassed. Old people are adorable.
• Teachers hate halloween. Next year, I'm giving a test on all holidays so my kids are forced to sit still. Hahaha.
• Squirrels love pumpkins. They ate the faces off of all of our jack-o-lanterns, and now they're just blobs.

by guest blogger Julie

Dear Poodle's mom,

Thank you so much for the marshmallow clown. And the caramel apples. (Both of them. I ate another while Poodle was at work today. Oh, the joys of unemployment!)

Since you were here, Poodle was on her best behavior and did not even yell at me for eating her food without asking. You really are the best.

Love,
Julie

spirit week

It is spirit week at our school. I love spirit week. Except for the fact that kids think that:

spirit week + work = a super mean teacher (that would be me)

They might be right, and I'm kind of okay with that. Just to show the kids that I'm not all 100% mean I have been participating in the spirit week festivities. Yesterday I came to school wearing head to toe blue and gold with a blue and gold flower on my head. Bullis Pride.

Tomorrow I am dressing up as a punk rocker.

Friday I am wearing jeans because, let's face it, I only have so much school spirit.

Dear mom,

You have clearly been spending way too much time hanging out with Ashley. There is no other explanation for the fact that you mailed me a picture of a big, fat, hairy butt.

I think it's time you hung out with me instead.

Love,
Poodle

on being a teacher

Something you should never, under any circumstances, ever say to your teacher:

Ms. Reed, if you could feel my nipple, you'd understand.

No.

No, no, no.

I'm still angry.

Dear Katie (aka white skinned goddess),

My friend Anne totally stalks your blog. She thinks you're pretty much a superhero. And now she thinks that I'm a superhero because I know you. That's why she agreed to be my friend.

Thanks for enhancing my social life.

Love,
Poodle

kids

So sometimes it's kind of frustrating when I'm mad at my students and then they go and make me laugh.

Like today, when my last class of the day had packed up their bags and stopped listening ten minutes early. And, sensing my frustration, Jake said: "Wow, Ms. Reed. TGIW."

So dumb. Yet so funny.

glorious

Now, I'm not trying to make anyone jealous or anything, but I don't have school tomorrow!

Wait. It gets even better.

I don't have school on Friday either!!!

And just to clarify, when I said I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, that was totally a lie.

Tagged

The rules:

1. Link to person who has tagged you: Erica

2. Post the rules on your blog

3. Write 6 random things about yourself

4. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog



1. (Stolen from Erica) I don't let people in very easily but once I do you are going to have a hard time getting rid of me because I become very attached. I think I would have used this one whether or not Erica had, so that probably means she stole it from me.



2. I really love being a grown-up. I don't always feel like a grown-up, but it's still pretty fun. Life gets better every year.



3. I love telling stories to my students. Sometimes I embellish. It's way more interesting that way.



4. I really want to see The Changeling. Really. Maybe there's a book I can read instead.

5. I am totally not at all good at pretending I don't have favorite students. Although the secret to being my favorite student is just being nice. And a little brown-nosing never hurt anyone.

6. I love Edamame. It's my favorite thing to buy at the Korean market. I could probably eat it all day every day. With some sushi, of course.

I tag: Bexie, Mom the Bomb, and Shady

another weekend

Not much happened this weekend, because i'm saving all of my fun for next weekend, when I get four days in a row of no work and all fun. Awesome. Jewish holidays are great!

Friday night, Rochelle and I went out to dinner down in Bethesda, and stopped at a department store where I found some mascara that does not smudge. It's magical. I even slept with it on (because I was too tired to take it off) and when I woke up in the morning, it still wasn't smudged! I'm hooked. The woman also gave me free samples of Armani bronzer (fantastic) and some sort of hair smoothing product that better be fabulous considering they charge $95/bottle. I'll let you know how it is.

Saturday morning we played flag football (fun, even though I'm terrible) then watched conference and ate the cake Rochelle made. Sunday morning, I ate the French Toast Rochelle made, watched more conference, and made another batch of Lemon Buttermilk sherbet. Ahhh....

Now I'm ready for my glorious three-day work week.

america's future

My roommate teaches at one of the public schools here in Montgomery County. Which, by the way, spends more money per child on education than almost any other county in the US, and has a reputation of having really great schools.

So.

When asked to define "optimist", 80% of the 11th graders gave one of two responses:

1. I think it's the guy who checks your eyes
2. um, isn't that the truck from Transformers?

Totally. 100%. Awesome.

the weekend

This weekend, we headed out to Shenendoah for some backpacking. We've been planning this trip for the past two months, and did not let the rain stop us.

Well, that's not entirely true. Some people let the rain stop them. Not me. No pictures, but some highlights included:

• Getting lost trying to find the campsite. This seems to be the theme of our trips. Troy's GPS doesn't always work as well as he'd like. But don't tell him that. He thinks it's just the bees knees.
• Stopping at Ben's Chili Bowl on the way home. It's famous and has a great history, but the chili kind of sucks. Apparently nobody minded, because it was packed.
• Playing Dance Dance Revolution would have been my favorite part of the weekend, but everyone decided that SongStar would be cooler. They're wrong. They don't think so, but they are so wrong.
• Brian (the same Brian I went to Spain with) coming into Relief Society today to tell his semi-ex-girlfriend that he was ready to talk. Don't worry, Brian. Nobody felt awkward at all. Really.

nationals baseball

and two conversations that make me question the whole "all men are created equal" idea.

Conversation #1 (taking place on the drive to Roanoke. )

We need to get on 66 West.

But that's not the way we went to Duck Beach.

Right. Because Duck Beach is in North Carolina. On the coast. Roanoke is in southwest Virginia.

But when we went to Duck Beach, we saw signs for a freeway that took you to Roanoke.

Well, you can get to Roanoke from Duck Beach. But that's not the way we want to go.

Oh. Well, why not?

Because Duck Beach is in North Carolina.

But there were signs...


Conversation #2: (taking place at the Nats game tonight. We were sitting right behind home plate. Anyone jealous?)

So, someone explain how the whole pitching thing works. How do you get out?

If you get three strikes, you're out. Or if you get four balls, you walk to first base.

Oh. So a ball is a strike.

No. A strike is when the pitcher throws the ball right over home plate.

Oh. So two balls make a strike.

No. A ball is a ball. A strike is a strike.

So a ball can be a strike?

Are you sure you grew up in America?

dear students,

There's no need to cry. Seriously. Get a grip.

Love,
Miss Reed

Dear Bexar,

We suck at book clubbing. You pick the next book.

Love,
Poodle


Dear Bed,

We really should spend more time together. I've had too many other things to do recently that I've totally neglected you. I'll try to find more room for you in my schedule.

Miss you,
Poodle


Dear LuvSac,

Is the dining room really where you want to live? I mean, I realize I kicked you out of the living room, but seriously. The basement's really not so bad. I think you'd come to really like it down there. Think about it.

Poodle

mud run

This weekend, Troy, Katelyn, Laura and I headed down to Roanoke for the Marine Corps Mud Run. (Hipple backed out because she thought that relaxing at home sounded better than driving four hours to be our photographer. Whatever.)

Back to my story.

The mud run was awesome. We received the requisite ugly race shirt:


Then we ran through a river, a hill, mud pits, and finally crawled through the mud pool:




Laura thought it would be a really fabulous idea to dive head-first into the mud. Brilliant. It sounded like a way better idea than it was. It resulted in mud under her contacts, which is apparently kind of painful. Huh.





Instead of helping, we laughed at her. And took lots of pictures. Because even though she wasn't laughing at the time, I'm sure one day she will. And would obviously want pictures to commemorate the event. (She'll thank us later.) Katelyn also made sure the nurses didn't rinse off too much of the mud, as we still hadn't taken a group picture.



We're awesome friends.

Troy ended up looking a little bit like Hellboy. I think he secretly likes the look.

privacy

yup, i went private. mainly because my roommate found my blog (the semi-crazy one), and for her own protection, she really shouldn't read it. Seriously, it's for her own good.

So that's that.

But I'm sure you're way more interested in what I've been up to than what my crazy roommate has been up to. Although she always makes for a good story.

I spent the weekend at our ward's Relief Society retreat, where Katelyn, Erica and I skipped the spiritual thought and stayed in the basement gossiping. And laughing a lot. Way more fun, trust me. Then we came home and had a wii tournament at our neighbor's house. I lost miserably at every game I played.

This weekend, I am heading down to Roanoke with Laura, Katelyn, Erica, and Troy for the Marine Corps mud run!! I'm pretty sure it'll be the best weekend yet.

real

The reality of September 11 never really sank in until I moved up to DC. Now, I hear stories from my colleagues of gathering the entire school in the gym to watch the television footage and to call families to make sure they were okay. And they remember watching two of our students learn that their father had been on the plane that hit the pentagon. Everyone who lived here at the time knows of somebody who was killed seven years go.

weekend fun

My roommates and I decided to host the Backyard Olympics this weekend. We were kind of missing the Olympics spirit. Luckily, the remnants of a tropical storm hit to make our water competitions possible.

We started with the opening ceremonies. Erica got to carry the Olympics torch because she was injured. Poor Erica.

Then we had an archery competition.

Troy totally dominated the handstand contest.

There just happened to be a pool in our backyard, so we had some swim races.

I won bronze in the floor exercise. This is my opening pose. I would have won the hula-hoop competition, but Toys-R-Us does NOT SELL HULA HOOPS! Of all the rudeness.

The closing ceremonies involved some slip-n-slide and ribs (prepared by Troy and Rochelle).

back to school

School started yesterday. So far, it's fantastic.

Except that I have a student named ET. No joke.

But besides that, school is great. My robotics class is especially fun. The kids love it, my boss thinks it's the coolest thing that's ever happened to the school, and I find brilliant new things to teach them every day.

One thing I really love about this school is that they really know how to ease us into the school year. This is only a two-day week. Tomorrow I get to go camping with the seniors. And then take them rafting on Friday. "Senior bonding." Love it.

For those of you who were wondering, I found a fantastic first day of school outfit. White pencil skirt, green shirt, and brown sandals.

website update

Check out my Class Webpage! Much better than before, no?

I finally figured out that I was working with an old version of our web publishing software. The new version is so way easier to work with. Isn't it pretty?

Dear Katie and Garrett,

It's a shame you couldn't make it down to Mexico this week. Not to make you jealous or anything, but it has been way fun. It would be more fun if you were here. Maybe next time.

Love,
Poodle

i love living with a chef

Today Rochelle made cinnamon-swirl bread that gives Great Harvest a run for their money. And she's always more than happy to share. Man, I love her.

camping

I probably had more fun this weekend than I have had in years. Laura (my roommate) came home from California this week and we stayed up until 3 am watching the Olympics and catching up. As crazy as she sometimes is, she adds fun to everything.

Friday, we picked up our neighbors (Ryan and Troy) and headed down to a Brazilian barbecue for lunch. The food was only okay, but it's always fun to try a new place. Then we loaded up the car and headed to Antietam for our campout. The drive was only supposed to be an hour, but with Friday afternoon rush hour traffic, it took about 2 1/2. This would have been a major problem if it weren't for the fact that Troy and Ryan are two of the funniest people I've ever met. And they're even funnier when they get together. Needless to say, the drive was more than enjoyable. We met five of our other friends there, made foil dinners and smores, played cards, annoyed our neighbors, then went to sleep. (By the way - Laura talks in her sleep. A lot.)

Saturday morning we woke up, tried to make breakfast, failed, and went to McDonald's instead. This wasn't exactlythe most "rough" campout I've ever been on. Then we drove to Harper's Ferry and went tubing down the Potomac. We rode the rapids, played water tag, got a little sunburned, and left happy. We had lunch at a little Italian restaurant in town (it was fabulous) and headed home.

Saturday evening, Laura and I went down to Virginia with some of our friends for some shopping. There were some great sales, so I bought my mom lots of clothes, since Mexico doesn't have Ann Taylor or Banana Republic. Now I'm packing up and heading to Mexico for a week of fun.

so much to do

I'm planning another camping trip this weekend. We're camping at Antietam Creek campground, and then heading down to Harper's Ferry to rent tubes for a whitewater tubing adventure. I'm very excited.

Then next Monday, I'm headed down to Mexico City to hang out with my parents. They miss me. I miss them, too.

I also bought tickets to see the Warsaw Philharmonic in October, and to see the Peking Acrobats in February. I really love living here.

I made some Blackberry-lime sorbet this week that is to die for. This ice cream maker I bought was one of the best purchases I've made in a very long time. It was cheap and has been put to very good use this summer. Next up is nectarine sorbet, then maybe another batch of the lemon-buttermilk sherbet that was such a hit.

We are getting a new couch! A nice one! For free! This means that the LuvSacs will finally be banished to the basement. Halleluiah. Rochelle's friend is moving, and in typical DC fashion, her apartment complex charges a fee for moving furniture into the apartment, plus an additional fee if you want to use the freight elevator. (It's a highrise apartment, so NOT using the freight elevator is a little out of the question.) These fees, however, are waived if your furniture is bought new and delivered by the store. So it's cheaper for her to just give the couch away and buy a new one than pay all of the moving fees. We are the lucky winners.

In other news, my roommate lost her job because she thought that it would be okay to email her corporate office telling them how awful her boss is and demanding that they switch her to a different project or find her a new boss. They didn't take that very well. Now she thinks that we should pay her rent for her since she's woefully unemployed. I have one word for that. No. Rochelle had some much more colorful words to share.

mud run

I am entering this team race in September. It's going to be awesome.

the weekend

Friday night, Rochelle and I went to Five Guys, then watched Arsenic and Old Lace. Strange movie.

Saturday, I went up to Baltimore for an Orioles game. They were playing the Rangers. Turns out the Rangers aren't very good.

Sunday, the neighbors came over and we made Japanese gyoza, miso soup, watermelon gingerale sippers, some sort of vegetable salad, and a Japanese dessert that Rochelle calls almond jello. It's way better than regular jello, though.

Rochelle demonstrating the proper gyoza technique:

Sara was very proud of her potsticker:

Mary and Julie hard at work:

We made over 100 potstickers. They were delicious:

The spread:

The drinks were delicous. Watermelon, gingerale, and mint:

Sometimes we got a little distracted by the olympics. Did anybody else see the the freestyle relay last night?

what i'm reading

Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesen

Sarah's Quilt - another story about Sarah Agnes Prine, my hero from These is My Words

On the Road, by Jack Kerouac

The Promise - sequel to The Chosen by Chaim Potok

weekend(s)

The "Emerging Man" statue at the National Harbor:

WWII Monument:

Washington Monument (you can barely see it in the background. Kind of a dark picture. Oops:

Thursday was Julie's birthday, so we took her out for crab cakes:

And then to the symphony:

Then we came home to enjoy the lemon tarts I had made for dessert. They were fantastic!

Friday night, we drove across the Chesapeake Bay to attempt a camping trip:

It got rained out in the morning, so we did a lot of driving for not a lot of camping, but the drive was fun anyway. And we decided to stop at the outlet malls on the way home (since we had already driven all that way.) I found a fantastic skirt on sale at White House Black Market.

this weekend,

i am going camping on the beach. yay! after just a week of freedom, i'm already ready for the first day of school to get here already. however, camping is a good alternative for now.