In Defense of What is Still My Favorite Month

Shakespeare said, "Time is the justice that examines all offenders." Well, I must be really offensive, because my favorite month has flown by and will soon be coming to an end. I am going to spend Nevada Day in Utah, although I'm not sure yet how that's going to look.

Last week was an absolute blast. I got to see Krista for a minute in passing while scarfing up loads of free stuff - some good and some not so good - at the Southern Nevada Council for the Social Studies Colloquium at the Natural History Museum. Ooh, look at all those hyperlinks! This will be an informative post, if nothing else. I attended the colloquium to try to win a free trip to Washington, D.C. Helas, my membership is now renewed through 12/2013, and the most valuable thing I came away with was the district (or is it state? so confusing sometimes) password for Culturgrams, which has already proven to be worth several times its weight in platinum.

On Wednesday night, I attended the first Tupperware party of my little life at a coworker's house. I was excited to go to the Tupperware party because I wanted the Flat Out! bowls. I have wanted them for years and years. Now, for the price of just five cups of coffee...they will be mine! I was also excited to go to the Tupperware Party because the host was the lovely Kay Sedia. Drag queen AND top Tupperware seller, what an awesome combination! A great time was had by all.

Last week was also the week when I finally got "boo"ed. Getting "boo"ed is apparently a time-honored tradition in middle schools. Someone anonymously leaves you a treat bag, and in return you leave two anonymous treat bags for others. I chose to "boo" two other teachers who are new to my middle school because, like me, they got "turned around." I'll put a photo in here of the treat bags I made.

Last week, I also became the proud owner of a Play N Freeze. "You bought that?" YES, I bought it, and it's really cool (no pun). It's so good for so many reasons! First, you get to practice your delayed gratification skills. Secondly, you get to get an arm workout WHILE preparing to eat ice cream. Finally, you get to take anything you like and turn it into ice cream. Win-win-win. 

Tonight, however, it is not ice cream, but the carmel apple that is on my mind. Apparently (according to Google et. al.), carmel apples have existed since ancient times, when dipping fruit in heated sugar helped preserve it. Personally, I thought salt preserved and sugar aided decomposition, but what do I know compared to Google? It was popular in Britain, and when carmel became inexpensive in the 1800s, it caught on here, as well. All I know is that the carmel apple is the best thing since the jack-o-lantern! 

And on that happy note, I bid you adieu until the night itself: All Hallows Eve, when I will wear to school and in the evening either the Tavern Wench or Alexander the Great, I haven't decided yet. In the meantime, enjoy what is left of this splendid month.