I thought about the things I thought about...

Alrighty. We are going to spend some time answering previous question or at least offering some intelligent possible solutions.

On the topic of traveling across the nation on I-80: Grandma and I have decided that there should be a rewards program for people who drive instead of flying. It would be most like frequent flier miles. Free gas cards, coupons for free coffee, a hot meal at every rest stop, rest stops that ALWAYS have those toilet seat covers...

On the topic of home addresses: Whilst running yesterday I realized something that I assume is pretty trivial. I managed to solve this mystery so far as to give insight on the first two digits of an address in the city. Brace yourself because here comes some knowledge. The first two digits are the number of your block...Oooooooh. If you live between blocks 10 and 11 the first two digits of your address are... you can't guess it... you won't... don't even try... you can now drink from the fountain of my knowledge... here's a cup... the first two digits will be 1 and 0. If you live between those two blocks your address will be 10**. As for the other two digits I've got nothing. I tried. As someone who used to be able to get 15 pages from the end of a book and just put it down I am totally comfortable with putting this one to bed.

On the topic of Liz Lemon (Tina Fey) from 30 Rock: The real key to her coming around from those first few episodes is that they allowed her to have longer, curly hair. It suits her head better. This is where my fear of cutting my hair comes from. What if a long bob makes me look like Tina Fey from the first few episodes of 30 Rock?!?! What if it doesn't suit my head? It's hard to say....
DAMN! I raised another question...

Song suggestion for the day/week: Never forget about M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes". It played at 1up last night and Derek G. and I both agree that all people everywhere want to dance to that song. You should be one of those people. If I find out you didn't make guns with your hands and fake shoot them into the air you will be fired. If when the cash register machine sound comes on you don't reverse fist pump you will be fired. Fired from what I'm not sure but you will be fired.

Uh yep. Well that's all I have for today. I am currently homeless and I am transferring my homelessness to Manitou Springs which is an area of Co Springs. It's hard to say what the Internet situation will be so if you don't hear from me for a while that would be why. Even after that I don't plan on paying for Internet in my apartment so I will be posting after school from school. I think that's allowed because it will be after school. I hope so. I like Facebook. I would miss it. I don't have a problem admitting that.

Holy Driving-in-circles-around-Denver Batman!

Quick thought: If you find out that I did NOT go for a run on Saturday, July 30th, then you have to stop being my friend. I haven't really exercised in a month and this is not good.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way we can get onto the important stuff.

Question: If one throws a banana peel onto the highway should one expect Donkey Kong's Kart to spin out? It's hard to say... Or at least it was until I zoned out and imagined throwing my banana peel out the window on I-25 North. During this time I put my car on cruise control at 80 (the speed limit was 75) and pretended that I threw the peel onto the road. Suddenly a car honked and I heard tires squealing. "IT WORKED! IT WORKED! I'm going to win first place in the Star Cup! Sucks to suck DK!!!..." Whoa. Wait. Time out. I'm still holding this smelly 'nana peel and I am no longer in the far right lane...*thinking...thinking*.
HOLY DRIVING-WITH-MY-IMAGINATION-IMAGINING BATMAN! I totally cut someone off and they were speeding up next to me to express how disappointed there were in me with their middle finger. In conclusion, no matter how hard you imagine you're causing someone to get into an accident you can't... Oh wait. Yes. Imagining it apparently helps that to happen. Will it make it happen to Donkey Kong? It's hard to say...

Question: Get this! There is such a thing as a "Clear View" or "Clean View" DVD player. The name is neither here nor there. THE POINT is that this machine plays regular DVD's, however, it cleans them up? What does this mean? How can it do that? It's hard to say... I want to know how powerful this thing is. If I put in Gladiator will it bleeps out all of the bloody parts? If I'm watching 10 Things I Hate About You will I be able to watch it without Matt Miller blocking the screen and repeating, "Unsavory. Unsavory." If I wanted to watch a movie without any of the rated PG-13 or R parts I would start with Finding Nemo. The begging is way too sad and way to violent. Is this machine powerful enough to do that? It's hard to say... 

I'm sleepy. That is all.... OH YEEEAAAAAAH. The title is about how I got lost after I exited to Colorado Ave. and my GPS didn't work and I drove East instead of West and South instead of North and then I got trapped in a suburb and then I started crying and crying and crying and then I found the Highway. But I'm too tired to tell that story.

Long car rides are for little girls. They love them. They take them EVERYDAY!!

Today was a loooong day. I am living in Denver and I had to drive to Co Springs for work this morning. That's an hour and a half long drive. I thought work started at 7:00a.m. It started at 7:30a.m. I woke up at 4:30a.m. to get to work half an hour early. I drove to a Dunkin' Donuts and sang Clara's rendition of the theme song they don't have but she sings anyway. It goes a little something like this, "Ddddddduh ddddddd duh dddddd". I miss her.
The only thing that kept me sane for the entire day was that it was my first day of work and Pike's Peak greeted me as I entered the city. That will only be charming for one more day. Tomorrow is that day. I met and looked for apartments with a colleague today. Hopefully it will work out. I can't drive that far in the morning. I can't afford to live alone. I can't afford to spend my time after work talking to my goldfish. I can't be the lady with a cactus, Venus fly trap, aloe plant, and goldfish with no roommate. I can have those things if I have a roommate but only under that condition. Today I got a red binder and learned about how to teach middle school children. I really like all the new teachers who were there today. I can't wait to meet everyone else. These are tired person thoughts.

Question of the day: Where do I go to hangout with the Air Force guy I checked out for 10-35 minutes in the grocery store today? I had to open a new bank account out here because my Hillsdale bank is not bankie enough to provide its services in the West. This led me to the super market with a Chase inside of it in Co Springs. I said to myself, "This is classy. I'm classy. Oh, there goes a guy in an Air Force uniform and a flawless tan. He might even be 6'4". I should bank here. Classy! This decision is classy."

It's not to say that while the Chase guy was asking me about my move, new job, where I am planning on living and telling me where I can deposit my first born child if I over draft on my checking account I was staring out the window watching the Air Force guy walk by... but I was. Here in my new town I've decided that dressing nicely and embracing extended eye contact is the ticket to finding a man over 6'2". Eye contact is key with teaching middle school kids so if you think about it...even if you don't think about it you can take my word for it because I already thought about it... I am simply training for work. This makes me professional. In short, where do I met these uniformed men? It's hard to say... (It would be harder to say if I wasn't friends with some and once dated one. I think they might enjoy drinking. Where do people do that in public?!?!)

'Nother question: Should I get a hair cut? If so what should it look like? I want to get like a longer-ish bob type deal. You know where the back is shorter than the front and my hair is shiny and I never have to even try to make it look nice. That could be okay. It's hard to say...

Finally: It is shocking how terrible Tina Fey looks in the first couple episodes of 30 Rock. There's an episode where Jack thinks she is a lesbian and sets her up with his friend who is played by the actress who plays the DA on the old episodes of Law and Order: Special Victims. The blond who goes into protective services because someone tried to shoot her. She came out of protective services to help convict an Irish shooter called "the Ghost" after he shot and killed a little boys parents. He actually shot the little boy but he didnt' die. I think her name is Alex something on the show... It's hard to say...
ANYWAY, Tina is looking better these days. Good for her.

Capitol Hill in Denver, CO is Full of Mysterious Mysteries

Why do people put rags on string and decorate their front porches? They are literally everywhere here. Last time I checked...and believe me it was recent because I didn't know what the Colorado State flag looked like... there is no nation with a paisley covered flag or a state in the continental United States with a black and yellow striped flag. What are you representing? Are you in a gang? Are you a seriously misguided exterior decorator? Do you air dry your hankies? It's hard to say...

Question of the day: How are houses numbered along the street? If you ask me, and you are because you're reading this (mwah-haha), they should just be numbered 1, 2, 3,.... Whatever St. If it's an exceptionally large city block that is hardly an issue. We have numbers ranging from 1-10, 1-100, or even 1-1,000. Fancy! On the other hand if the block is small think about how fun it would be to have your home identified by the color of your front door! *PAUSE FOR REACTION*
I call blue with black and white polka dots. Blue on the sides and center strip of black with white dots on it. Imagine it and sense my genius.

All I'm saying is when I walk down the street and the numbers jump from 123 to 126 I can't figure out what's going on. Confused is not an attractive look on me. I'm going to be a math teacher and I simply can not justify that gap. Perhaps we are working in some Abstract Algebra modulo but I took that class... I did well... I think I understood it... I don't get address numbers. Who started this and who jumped to their side and said, "Well I think completely leaving out perfectly good whole numbers from our system is great. Good work. I hate the combination of 7 and 3 so let's just rule any of those out RIGHT NOW." How does that work? It's hard to say...

Let's all just step up and take a page out of Albus Dumbledore's book (may he rest in peace) and send owls straight to each other's cupboard under the stairs.

Speaking of birds...and I am (keep up)... I fed some birds a bit of my biscuit at breakfast this morning and they were greedy little guys. When you are stealing chunks of biscuit that are too heavy for you to fly with you may want to evaluate your life. This didn't even happen once. This one fella came back twice. He looked me straight in the eye and blinked Morse code, "I know you have homemade jam and apple butter up there. Stingy. You my friend are stingy." That was a fat bird.

Separate topic: I purchased three pairs of cropped dress pants today. Teachers wear those. Tomorrow I will wear those. Two pairs from TJ Max for $12.00 each and the other from Banana Republic for not $12.00. Also, I opened a BR credit card because the guy at the register was adorable. I justified it with the perks of building credit, getting 10% off for 60 days, and the initial 15% off. He told me where to find apartments in Co Springs. He had dark, curly hair and blue eyes. I'm not sorry.

Who is James Irwin? ... NOT hard to say

Straight from the Student Handbook....

Who was James Irwin?

Apollo 15 astronaut, James Irwin, was born March 17, 1930, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to a working class family. He was an ordinary man who accomplished extraordinary things through persistence. James Irwin overcame obstacles. He adjusted to several family relocations throughout childhood from Pennsylvania to Florida to Oregon to Utah. He barely received a commission into Annapolis, sneaking in by a fraction of a grade point. Yet he hated the Navy, hated ships, and hated the idea of sitting on a ship for a long period of time. At graduation he was commissioned into the newly established United States Air Force. He didn’t like to fly in the beginning. He almost left flight training. In fact, it wasn’t until his first solo that he discovered his love for flight. While a flight instructor, his student once crashed their plane resulting in two compound leg fractures, a broken jaw, and temporary memory loss for Jim. He not only survived, but also overcame these health impairments to become a test fighter pilot. 

Although initially passed over for service with the space program, his persistence led to successful graduation from Space School and acceptance into the Astronaut Corps one month prior to the age cutoff.

In 1965, Jim, his wife Mary, and their four children, Joy, Jill, Jimmy, and Jan moved from Edwards Air Force Base to the Air Defense Command in Colorado Springs. In March of 1973, little Joe would join the family via an orphanage in Saigon.

James Irwin was a famous explorer, not only of the surface of the Moon, but also of the surface of the Earth, as he assisted in the search for Noah’s Ark. James Irwin is a local and contemporary hero to hold before our student body as a role model. James Irwin emulates the character qualities that lead to success. 

He pursued excellence in academics, his profession, his family, and in his community service. Though he died in Glenwood Springs in August 1991, his wife, Mary, son Joe, an attorney, and his daughters Jill and Jan still reside in Colorado Springs. His daughter Joy lives in Florida and his son Jim lives in Houston, Texas. This biographical information, as well as, much more may be found in James Irwin’s autobiography, To Rule the Night, which is available in our school library.

20 hours alone... AND the next five years with you

If I can't answer a friend's question (Adrienne...ahem) generally I'm going to pause and say..."It's hard to say..." However, I often ask myself questions to which I would expect the same response.
For example:
Can cows walk down stairs? Not a difficult question to find the answer to but who do you ask!?!
I don't know any cows and I can't imagine embarrassing one by asking such a personal question.
OR, When you die what do you get to look like in Heaven!?! I credit Kiki with this one. I have a feeling we don't get to ask this question but it's hard to say...

Whilst driving from the Great Lakes State to the land of the Rocky Mountains I had time to consider a few other pressing matters...

If I'm going to pay money to drive on a toll road which I can't exit without paying more money WHY don't I get a snack and a juice at the beginning? I mean I could be on an airplane. What are you offering that a plane is NOT? They give me food, drink, potty... It's hard to say...

If your beef cows graze on a field in Colorado do you then own the foothill that rests on your property? And if so, may I climb on it? It's hard to say...

If I drive from one end of the country to the other on I-80 do you belong to a club? What would I get and how does it arrive at my home? I would expect a sort of Publishers Clearing House kind of event BUT it's hard to say...

Basically there are a lot of questions out there. I'm about to become a teacher and I have a feeling students ask a few questions through out the course of a day...Questions to which I will be tempted to respond..."It's hard to say..." I don't think I get to do that (It's hard to say...). Hopefully I can bring a few interesting questions to my blog as well as share my adventures with family and friends. I can't wait!