I have to give a shout out to my girls! Congratulations to my Cheerleading Squad! They placed first in the Area competition and move on to compete in the Regionals on March 7th!!
Thanks to the teachers, staff, parents and students that came out to cheer us on!
I'm so proud to coach these girls. This is the first year that the school has ever had a Cheerleading squad. Looks like we're on our way!
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Say it with me--"Ribbed Tank"!
This post is half post, half reply to Molly from the icky words post... (That's right, it's partially dedicated to you Mols!)
If you haven't checked that post and the comments; you may not know that one phrase that drives Molly nuts (and I share her disgust) is when people call a ribbed tank top a "wife beater". If you share our distain, check out http://www.liveawear.com/. This website offers a ribbed tank with the phrase printed on it "not a wifebeater".
Proceeds from the sale benefit a domestic violence charity. The site also speaks out against using this term in fashion and promotes awareness for the prevention of domestic abuse.
Check it out. Get behind it (or in one!). This is something I really stand behind. Hope you'll get on board too!
If you haven't checked that post and the comments; you may not know that one phrase that drives Molly nuts (and I share her disgust) is when people call a ribbed tank top a "wife beater". If you share our distain, check out http://www.liveawear.com/. This website offers a ribbed tank with the phrase printed on it "not a wifebeater".
Proceeds from the sale benefit a domestic violence charity. The site also speaks out against using this term in fashion and promotes awareness for the prevention of domestic abuse.
Check it out. Get behind it (or in one!). This is something I really stand behind. Hope you'll get on board too!
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
My sick day...
Today I finally took a sick day. I pushed myself through Monday and Tuesday with a sinus infection and decided that I needed to sleep all day rather than go to school. But around 2:30, my plan was shattered. I had run out of cold medicine and Kleenex!!
UGH! So, I dragged my carcass out of bed and headed to Walgreens. I picked up the essentials (including a nutty bar—hey, it made me feel a little better!) and was looking for my old stand-by cold medicine.
Thanks to a new Illinois law, some cold medicines must now be purchased from the pharmacy. I found the little card for “Wal-phed” (it’s a generic for Sudafed, but it doesn’t have the alcohol interaction and it’s cheap….something I discovered in college). I headed to the pharmacy to get the stuff.
I’m standing there, feeling like total ass and the pharmacist informs me that I have to sign a log to purchase the stuff. She then looks at me and says “You know you have to be 18 to purchase this medication, right?” At this point I thought I was going to snot on the counter, so I busted open the Kleenex. I laughed and told her I was 26. She said that she still needed to see some ID. I said “Well, bless your heart” as I pulled out my wallet. I filled out the log (name, address, date, time, product and number of pills) and she checked me out. It completely made my day that this chick thought I was under 18. I know you’re all jealous…
But, I can’t believe I was “carded” to buy cold medicine!!
UGH! So, I dragged my carcass out of bed and headed to Walgreens. I picked up the essentials (including a nutty bar—hey, it made me feel a little better!) and was looking for my old stand-by cold medicine.
Thanks to a new Illinois law, some cold medicines must now be purchased from the pharmacy. I found the little card for “Wal-phed” (it’s a generic for Sudafed, but it doesn’t have the alcohol interaction and it’s cheap….something I discovered in college). I headed to the pharmacy to get the stuff.
I’m standing there, feeling like total ass and the pharmacist informs me that I have to sign a log to purchase the stuff. She then looks at me and says “You know you have to be 18 to purchase this medication, right?” At this point I thought I was going to snot on the counter, so I busted open the Kleenex. I laughed and told her I was 26. She said that she still needed to see some ID. I said “Well, bless your heart” as I pulled out my wallet. I filled out the log (name, address, date, time, product and number of pills) and she checked me out. It completely made my day that this chick thought I was under 18. I know you’re all jealous…
But, I can’t believe I was “carded” to buy cold medicine!!
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