It's why I teach

Didn't you want a pony when you were little?

If I could be someone else...

I found this in my un-freakin-believable journey through the blogosphere yesterday. (Ashley.Unscripted) I'm still basking in the glow of comments/vistors and can't get my brain (or fingers) to compose anything of interest, so I'll just go with this:

MY GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of your first name plus “izzle”)

Julizzle (My album drops next month yo)

MY DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)

Turquoise Penguin (not sure if that's going to work in the yellow pages ad.)

MY SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, name of one of your pets)

Diane Loki (that sounds like a TV reporter)

MY SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” plus 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)

The Black Screwdriver (my secret hideout would obviously be Home Depot)

MY NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)

J.R. William (we have a lot of initials in the family)

MY WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )

Pearl Martin (sorry mom, but that's the rules)

MY SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)

Summer Daisy (I think maybe that's my hippie name...)

And because I can't go three posts with no picture:

School Picture day

It happens every year... There's no escaping it. And if you thought you escaped it after graduation, all it takes is becoming a teacher to dredge back to the surface some of the most ridiculous, unflattering pictures of yourself. You know, the ones that were printed and labeled in over 1200 leather bound copies each year. An homage to that autographed treasure, here are my yearbook pictures from the good ole days.

I'm sure I was President of FHA...and look at those pearls!

I lost the pearls for my uber fabulous glasses...

Pretty sure this one resulted in an animal rights movement due to the death of whatever small furry creature is on my head.

In the words of Weezer: "Oh oh oh I look just like Buddy Holly"

And the pearls just keep getting bigger!

I had a two page spread with this hair!

Words have failed me. And so has my hair :(

Highly flammable jerri-curls and sky high shoulder pads borrowed from the football team.

This could totally explain global warming. My apologies Mr. Gore.

I can not begin to describe the hours of entertainment provided by this site. Seriously. I don't know who the original models were but they have got to be mortified that these have resurfaced. And lest you think the guys be left out, there are some pretty sweet photo ops for them as well. Now, which of these should I sneak into the yearbook?

What I need (according to Google)

Can't sleep. Typed "Julie needs" into google. Here is what google thinks I need:

1. Julie needs complete access in the hallway. (google must have been talking to the wii board)
2. Julie needs your HELP! (the caps were just like that...)
3 Julie needs a new pair of shoes (oh how well google knows me)
4. Julie needs to finish this painting. (Ummm, I thought I did yesterday, remember all the trim)
5. Julie needs coffee (this google is a mind reader)
6. Julie needs an early start (gotta beat the crowd to Schlitterbahn)
7. Julie needs to work on her parenting. (and google needs to work on some tact!)
8. Julie needs to be shutdown. (google is getting a little brazen...)
9. (I'm not making this one up) Julie needs a cupcake.
10. Julie needs to get her ass handed to her. Pronto. (errupting in huge fit of laughter...seriously, I'm crying... google is about to get a smack down)

*wiping tears* Wasn't expecting that last one. Can't say that all of those are on my "need" list, but Google must know better than me. What about you, do you know what you need?