Blogger Shmlogger.

I had in my mind that I was going to become this big fancy blogger like you hear about on tv... no, come to think of it, I don't really hear about bloggers on tv, but you get the picture. I did not follow through with my intentions of writing a lot. Oh well.
Since February, wow...February, I have finished the middle grades block. I have completed THE block semester of the elementary education curriculum at Mississippi State University. I have passed the Praxis test. I have packed all of my belongings in Starkville and moved home to Cherry Street. I have began the endless argument between my mother and me about when I should go to bed at night because she says, "if you don't get enough sleep, you're going to be sick as a dog." This sentence is usually followed by one from me that says, "Mama, I am 22 years old and I think I can determine when I need to go to sleep." I can see this conversation continuing for a good while longer. Yikes! I start my teaching internship at Mooreville Middle School on January the 7th. I am most excited about this because I'm thinking that the middle schoolers are less likely to vomit on their desks, ask me to tie their shoes 12 times a day, and need someone to finish pulling a tooth out of their snot incrusted heads. I was in a second grade classroom last semester.
Funny story: Let me say this first. Jeremy Haynes absolutely loves Under Armour. If he could buy an entire three piece suit made of the Under Armour material, he would and he would wear it every day. Right before we took the trip to Alaska, he bought a pair of Under Armour underwear. Since then, when a conversation about types of underwear comes up (which happens surprisingly often) that's all I hear. Under Armour is the best.
Because I don't really like surprises, I have pestered Jeremy until he told me nearly everything that he's gotten me for Christmas. One of the gifts is a ...dun, dun, dun... pair of women's Under Armour underwear. Before you think this is weird, it's not. First, Jeremy has never seen me in my underwear. Second, these underwear are not sexy at all. They look sort of manly to me. Maybe not manly, but certainly like you should have a six-pack to wear them. Look them up. To the story: Jeremy had these women's underwear mailed to his house: mistake #1. Jeremy left his mailbox unmanned with the exception of his very conservative parents and eighty-something year old grandmother Feazell: mistake #2. I get a text from Jeremy late last night that said that he had just received 3 separate lectures from his mother about how he should not buy women's underwear for a gift before he is married. Apparently Mrs. Paula had opened them thinking they were something for her. This series of events should make this year's Christmas at the Haynes house pretty entertaining at mine and Jeremy's expense. Looking forward to it. :)

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Hello world.

This is my first post: yaaaay! I haven't kept up with a blog since my ninth grade xanga, and even then it was boring, so I'm not so sure that this is going to be the thrill of your life. Just a disclaimer. Buuuut, my problem with keeping up my paper journal and my problem with wasting five hours a day on high-speed internet led me to believe that this online blog was a good idea.

I bought a ticket from a sorority girl in class today for Valentine's Day cupcakes and Coke in a glass bottle. Haiti relief. Needless to say, I couldn't resist Coke in a glass bottle. The ticket says you can either pick it up at the sorority house or have it delivered to your apartment. Cupcakes and Coke delivered to your door... cupcakes delivered to your door...man yeah, right? Except for the fact that the phone number on the ticket rings and rings and rings and then goes to this Chinese voicemail that says nothing about baked goods, high fructose corn syrup, or Greek life. At least I don't think it says anything about that. Thick accent. What a scam, and I am not driving back to campus.

Speaking of Valentine's Day, Jeremy and I are making each other homemade valentines this year. I haven't started his yet, but I do have a collection of heart napkins that I took from the Sunday School breakfast table, heart shaped paper doily things, glitter, and a variety of construction paper. :) Sounds like a fun activity to do during the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics on Friday night!

Good night and God bless.