Hallelujah Highway

Celebrating the Journey

Friday Freakout

on February 8, 2013



This weekend my neck started hurting for no apparent reason, and by the end of the day I couldn’t turn my head. This getting old business really stinks.

No matter how many reruns of Law and Order I watch, Sam Waterston will always be Nick Caraway. And Robert Redford will always be Jay Gatsby. But I still can’t wait to see the new version in May!

Can you believe all of this Richard III stuff? I am amazed that a 600-year-old skeleton was completely intact and identifiable, head wounds, curved spine, and all.

Happy birthday this week to my partner in parenting, in life, and in love. 21 never looked so good!


This is from my friend Heather, but valid nonetheless: Why do we dress our daughters up like hookers and call it dance?

It wasn’t smart to name the baby Annie and the puppy Lizzie. You can see how that would trip a mama up.

Everyone—but especially first year teachers—should consider this advice from Abraham Lincoln: “Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?” Yes, even that kid in third period. Or that jackass in accounting.

Four more days until the Canadian Invasion! WAAAAAHHHHOOOOOO!! My soul sister is coming home!!!!!!



In the car on the way to school, Jaylah asked, “Did it hurt when Cupid shot you with an arrow so you could fall in love?”  I asked, “What do you think?”  She decided that Cupid’s arrow is like a plunger and it just sucks.  Smart, Jaylah!

I shared with Jaylah that I had run four miles, my farthest ever.  She was super excited, whacked my behind with her Tae Kwon Do belt, and said, “That butt isn’t just for looks!”  Holy hilarious, yet inappropriate joke, lil’ six-year-old-who-takes-after-her-Momma!


My youngest daughter turned 9 this week. I am worried I will blink and she will be 30.

My older daughter finally got straight A’s in Middle School. The reason she didn’t before—her choir grade. Yep, that’s right—the highly academic, “can’t get through life without it” class—choir.  When I asked what my daughter needed to do to improve her grade, the answer was, “Sing better”. Apparently this year she sings better than she did last year.

I moved offices this week, the 3rd time in a year. While I do like the one I am getting, I am tired of moving all my glittery décor.

A crazy man kidnapped a child and kept him in a bunker for a week. Another crazy man shot and killed a police officer right by my daughter’s school. I am so over crazy people shooting innocent people.  OVER IT.

“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”  ― Albert Einstein

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