I decided that for my 40th birthday I want to go to Las Vegas and see Garth Brooks, so I started looking for tickets. $253 each! Holy crap. And I can't find anyone who has discount tickets. That's just crazy, right there. For the price of 2 tickets, I could sip something fruity at the Rhumbar and go to Cabo Wabo and the House of Blues. Eat at one of those frou-frou restaurants that probably wouldn't let people like me in my Converse and Target t-shirt in the door. Buy something to wear so that the frou-frou restaraunt will let me in. Maybe get a little tattoo at Vince Neil's tattoo parlor. Sorry Garth. You're not worth it. Have to re-think a few things now.
One of my students asked me last week what I'd be if I weren't a teacher, so I said an architect or a lawyer. He said that he pictured me being a real estate agent. Wuh? I told him there was no way I could sell anything for a living. When I have garage sales, I practically give stuff away because I just don't care. He said that he figured I could convince people to buy the houses with all my big words. Ha ha! That made me laugh. As if.
Sean, Courtney, Mindi, Steve, and I took Dennis out to Texas Roadhouse for his birthday last night. It was fun to hang out with all of them. Good times. I can't believe Dennis rode the saddle. What a good sport! I wouldn't do it. No way.
School is almost out. I am so ready. I go from 0 to pissed off in about 2.6 seconds these days. You roll your eyes at me in class and I will take your head off. And I normally am not like that. It's time for us to have some time apart, my little children.
Sean is working too much. He hasn't had a day off in a couple weeks, and it's getting old. I hope he gets some time off next weekend.
I need to go outside and thin out the radishes and beets. The radishes are getting big and will be ruined if I don't get out there. Sean doesn't trust me to do his beets because I thin them aggressively he he. Beets are yucky. I need to get dinner going, too.
I want to do something fun. Like, really fun. What is that?
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