What a slacker!

Dear Blogspot,

I apologize that i have not written you in 1.5 years. I promise to make it up to you...

This blog finds me halfway through my teaching internship with Stanley British Primary School. Last semester I worked with 3rd and 4th graders, this semester I am in the Hunca Munca classroom at Paddington Station Preschool. They are some funny lil 4 and 5 year olds. I am loving the fact that I am able to see the development that is happening within all of them; developmental stages in the younger guys are much more visible than the older ones and it is so fascinating to see!

I will be starting the job hunt very soon which makes me so nerved up! It's time to update my resume and get going on my portfolio so that I can get my dream job! I have been going back and forth between wanting a job in public school and in private school. In the public school system, you make more money and have more benefits but much less freedom. In private school, you have the freedom to teach what and how you would like to but you get paid much much less. At this point, I really just want a job! Send out your best 'Brittany get a job' thoughts for me, k?

it's time to get rammy!!!

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...but together, we drank right through it!
It's that time of year again, rammies. Time to dust off your favorite stunna shades, throw on your best CSU apparel, and grab a beer. (but don't forget your id...tailgate rules)
CSU football season could be one of the best times of the year, or one of the worst depending on whether or not you actually catch the games.


Let's lay out the ground rules for ramapalooza, shall we!?

~~When you wear your shades, watch your back. You never know when a 250lb man in a mullet wig will be starting trouble. fyi, throwing wig=throwing glasses=matty/lyndsay get in a fight.

~~Random potty goer: "Someone dropped their phone in the toilet" Me: "Pshhh, that sucks! (pause) I was in that stall (pause) Hey, where's my phone?!" (Bathroom lady swoops up phone in blue glove and with a swift inside out motion hands the phone to me).Watch your phone while you pee.

~~It's ok, in fact, it's encouraged to bee like an orangutanga. Mushmell bees like one.

~~No redbull vodka. That's actually just a general rule of thumb to live by.

~~This is the place of wishes. Don't you sometimes wish you had a hole in the bottom of your foot where you can just pee out of? Or perhaps a button on your belly that will make you less full? Don't be afraid to wish.

~~Cam has huge, I repeat, HUGE balls. Don't be afraid to look.

~~Football games are the place where you will laugh, cry, cheer, boo, talk shit to Mormons, talk shit to Hippies, well it's where you talk shit. It's Disneyland for bitches.


I am left feeling hopeful, and quite pumped up for the Ram's upcoming season. Bring on the drama!!!!! GO RAMMIES!!!

Eat 'em up, spit 'em out, ram it up your ramhole!

let's beehave the way i know you can, kids

a day in the life of peaberry

so here i am, on a wednesday afternoon, bumming internet from my new friend, peaberry. internet is a thing of the future for my house, so i gotta come here to get my facebook fix. the last time courtney and i were here, she told me that this quaint little coffee shop in the middle of the creek offers the best people watching in town. today, i completely agree with her. there is a little bit of everything here...the typical creek mom taking her private schooled daughter to get a chocolate shake and running into her long lost friend who is at least twenty years her senior and coincidentally knows every woman she does. mr. senior also knows mr sleeping russian who won't stop asking mr senior why he is going back to work and if he wants to get dinner. after the third go around of "what are you doing? why are you leaving? dinner?" mr senior leaves in anger. no idea who mr sleeping russian is, but he also knows all the other white hairs in the place. (i hope you aren't thinking these white hairs are kind you would see in an assisted living home, if so, you don't remember where i am. cherry creek, where the old rich men get the skinny blonde women) anyway, mr s.r. really likes his blackberry, and loves to let everyone else hear what's going on in his world (boston market for dinner, they have soup there). i'm in the middle of a world where everyone knows everyone and doesn't know them all at the same time. i think i'll come bum internet more often.
until then....beehave