Finally the weather's cooling off a little bit, for me, it makes all the difference. And finally I can have a new hairstyle by Nigel who is a hair saviour from heaven. The way this young man can tease unruly locks to slick, defined, the-bomb hairstyles will continue to amaze me. I try using the same brush and hairdryer... the result is poor in comparison. He also says ' glamour is not natural, it's achieved by combs, brushes and hairdryers'... yeah right and a good pair of hands. I am tired of having to pull my hair up, now I can wear it down, and it does go down quite a bit. This is probably my last chance at wearing it this long, because I'm 35 (although the lady at Toni and Guy thought I was 28 and for the first time in my life I could have really kissed another woman).
And now I have green eyes. They look so natural with my freckles, they look like built-in appliances in a Scavolini kitchen. And since they do, hey God why didn't you give me green eyes?! It would have made life that little bit easier. But no, God goes and give my twin almost-green eyes, and gives me a hazel brown pair. Well it could have been worse, at least I have eyes.
School again. Now I can go with my new hairstyle. It's amazing what kids' comments can do. Put you on heaven #7, or drag you down to hell #100000. The thing is I don't get many go-to-hell messages there. Perhaps most kids need eyeglasses badly, but it is so beautiful the way I cannot get into the school door because of a million hugs. I am not a stuffy teacher, nor a strict one at that. I do not mind children eating, drinking, or talking sometimes, because quite simply, school is not a place to throw your weight around. I have loads of friends there, basically all kids, because I have always thought that the best way to teach is to befriend children. Even the most unmotivated child will take to that, and it has always worked.
Enough of work. I am no workaholic, and I love to just laze about. Let's see what this year has in store for green-eyed me. Hopefully something nice.
And now I have green eyes. They look so natural with my freckles, they look like built-in appliances in a Scavolini kitchen. And since they do, hey God why didn't you give me green eyes?! It would have made life that little bit easier. But no, God goes and give my twin almost-green eyes, and gives me a hazel brown pair. Well it could have been worse, at least I have eyes.
School again. Now I can go with my new hairstyle. It's amazing what kids' comments can do. Put you on heaven #7, or drag you down to hell #100000. The thing is I don't get many go-to-hell messages there. Perhaps most kids need eyeglasses badly, but it is so beautiful the way I cannot get into the school door because of a million hugs. I am not a stuffy teacher, nor a strict one at that. I do not mind children eating, drinking, or talking sometimes, because quite simply, school is not a place to throw your weight around. I have loads of friends there, basically all kids, because I have always thought that the best way to teach is to befriend children. Even the most unmotivated child will take to that, and it has always worked.
Enough of work. I am no workaholic, and I love to just laze about. Let's see what this year has in store for green-eyed me. Hopefully something nice.
