Throwback Thursday: Energizer Bunny Monster?

As Halloween is coming up here in a few days, I looked for a picture of me in any Halloween costume, and came up totally empty. We weren't exactly a super Halloweeny family. Traditional trick or treating didn't happen.We'd wear the costumes that we wore to school to a few peoples houses that were family friends (read: like three houses and my grandparents). And that was it. Too cold, too rainy, it just never happened. I guess I didn't care much at the time, but now I do! Halloween should be more a adult holiday anyway!

By the time I hit Jr High, Halloween took on a whole new meaning when I was having some....social trouble persay? And one Halloween my dad took me on a shopping trip for new clothes, and it just kinda became a thing. We don't really do it anymore, but I'm pretty sure it stuck through at least high school. Kinda like back to school shopping, only in late October. Late fall and winter clothes are better anyway.

All I came up with is this picture from the jr high talent show. I don't even remember the sketch, it just involved me going down the auditorium in the Energizer Bunny Suit. So for thirty seconds of the evening, I hopped, pink and fuzzy. I gotta say though, I look Monstrous. Not in the Frankenstein way, in the way that makes me say, pink was not a very slimming color. Ugh. We barely got that thing closed. Forget Freddy Krueger, that is more of a nightmare to me.

Real Life Yogi.

Living in Iowa and researching studios for my 200 hour yoga certification is not a fun combo. In fact, it is quite frustrating. I can't be driving up to Minneapolis twice a week for a few hours. No! No I can't. But I really really want to.

And so researching continues.

Blog friends that I don't know in normal life, any insight on locations to get certified? I am going to have to travel as it is, so even if it's where you live, let me know if you loved it! Who knows what will happen.

*fingers crossed*
Namaste ;-)

Throwback Thursday: Girl Scout Week Apparently.

Speaking of Girl Scout cookies. I was a Girl Scout. Yup. My mom was a leader for awhile, or helped out a lot, clearly my memories aren't that crystal clear. But I DO remember meeting in the art room after school and certain activities that we did. I remember learning batik dying of eggs. As well as a Mary Kay lady coming and showing us how to "take care of our skin".

It's kind of weird though. I was in Daisies, Brownies, and a full on Girl Scout, and I really don't have any memories past those. Im sure there were sleep overs and other outtings. But those two things. Oh, and of course going into my dad's business friends offices and sitting at the kitchen table calling people to ask them to buy cookies. That memory is QUITE strong. Church was a big seller too. And one over night at a camp. We made the pie things were you cram a piece of bread into the tin, pour pie filling in, cram another bread, roast it over the fire, and eat it.

Ok, so thats four memories. For probably 5-6 years of activities? Clearly it was life altering.... ;-)

Throwback Thursday: School Daze.

It's that time of year again. All the little children heading back to school. I have no idea if this was my first day of pre-school or not, but this was my second preschool, Farmstead. Based on a farm, we got to collect eggs, play in the hay, ride the pony, and do all the fun farm stuff as well as do all the normal preschool stuff.

The one time I got in trouble in preschool was during snack time, we had to say "Excuse Me" to leave the snack table. And I had been taught that you say that when you did something bad. So, I refused to say it. And sat at the table. Drama with the four year old!!!

Kids are moving back to the dorms today. Classes start Monday. The local schools started today. I'm jealous. It sounds crazy, but especially this time of year. I love the Back to School stuff, new paper and supplies. It's like a Fall Christmas, but new classes, setting up new dorm rooms, its all that stuff that is exciting and fun to me.

But I also like the school part of it all. I like picking out classes that I find interesting, I like getting the syllabus of the whole semester, I like looking through new textbooks and doing worksheets. It makes me want to go back. I would too, if it didn't cost so frickin much. Or I actually had a purpose to go back. I would be the person to pick all the interesting classes and take them jsut to take them. But it's far too much money for that. Tim keeps telling me to pick something and go back and get another degree. I've thought about it. Numerous times. My last year at Emerson, I thought about going to grad school and getting a psych degree. I've always adored psychology, and I have a knack for learning it. I also tend to play psychologist to everyone I know. But I feel like its too late. Plus, I don't know what I would do with it. And again, its not exactly cheap. The job market isn't exactly looking kindly on job seekers right now. Not that it would be anytime soon....I dont know. I just like academia. Sue me.

The Demise of "Is"

I finally realized something the other day. CFHS English teachers killed my fun. Now, you might ask, "Why's that Clare? They gave you a ridiculously great education to a degree that most other high schoolers would kill for, especially when entering college and they realize they are screwed..." But its still true. I'm not sure which one of my glorious literary sunbeams it was, I've got it narrowed down to Timmins and Martin, but Martin is nowhere to be found on the interweb, so these two mug shots will have to do.

When writing papers, we were only allowed to have the words "is" or "be" twice on each printed page. All of the other sentences had to have other verbs. And it shines through when I write my facebook status. Writing "Clare is...." DRIVES ME INSANE. I will sit and think until I can phrase it some other way, or if I can't, I most of the time don't bother writing it.

That is incredibly messed up.