Dear Monday

A collection of brief letters intended to summarize my wonderful weekend ;)
Enjoy.

Dear Monday,

You came entirely too soon.  Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the perfect compilation of weekend and I was not prepared for your return quite this early.  

Dear Loverboy,

Thank you for coming down MD to visit with me for the weekend. Thank you for making, and cleaning up, breakfast. Thank you for paying for everything when I lost my debit card. Thank you for driving us home from Baltimore at 3AM.  Thank you for continuing to come back to College Park even after you've had two incidents resulting in having to call the police. (At least you still have your license plates this time...) I hope you had as much fun as I did - only three more weeks until our reunion in Jersey! I love you, I love you, I love you.

PS Loverboy,
You were really cute learning how to pick a crab. Not only was it comical to watch, but it made me happy to see you bonding with the Maryland fam :)

Dear Business School Student,

How many morals do you lack that you would think it was okay to smash into someone's car in the parking lot and drive away?  You are the second reason C has had to get work done on his car after being parked on campus. You give female MD drivers a bad name, shame on you.  

Dear Sweet Samaritan,

Thank you, thank you, thank you for copying down the license plate number of the girl who hit C's car and continued driving. The note we found on his windshield when we got to the car hours later truly was a gift! Your sweet actions were immeasurably helpful, and I only hope that there is lots of good karma coming your way.  There need to be more good citizens in this world like you. 

Dear Congress,

I understand it is still up in the air whether we are nationally celebrating the birth of George Washington on this third Monday of February or if we are celebrating our nation's Presidents in general, either way I am thankful for this holiday. 

Happy Presidents Day!
or is it President's Day?
..or President's Day?
Sometimes holidays drive me up a Grammar wall. 

The Most Brilliant Thing I've Ever Done.

My name is Maggie Y. and I am a caffeine-aholic. 

If every day went exactly as planned I would have a large Iced Coffee in the morning, followed by a Fountain Diet Coke in the afternoon. 

I prefer Iced Coffee to Hot Coffee for reasons that are unclear even to me. Maybe it's a psychological aversion to hot liquid after one too many burnt tongues, or maybe it's a similar aversion to miserable cold weather that makes me always opt for the iced version of my favorite morning-pick-me-up. 

The only problem with iced coffee: when you don't have the time to immediately gulp it in inhuman capacities and the ice melts, resulting in watered-down joe. I've discovered that teaching a classroom of sixth graders doesn't allow time for much coffee sipping, therefore the iced coffee I (or Dunkin Donuts) typically packs becomes weak and border-line disgusting by around 8:30. No bueno. 

Therefore, I experimented with a cure to the melted iced coffee epidemic. 

Two words: Coffee Cubes. 

I know this looks absolutely horrible, and it's partially due to the lighting of a 6am photo shoot while trying to not disturb my roomies, but mostly it is pretty gross looking.  But I assure you, it is the perfect solution.

I simply poured 3/4 part coffee and 1/4 part skim milk in each cube shape of the tray and froze over night. And, Voila! Coffee Cubes for the days you just can't drink your Iced Coffee fast enough! 

My Iced Coffee lasted well into the afternoon and I was one happy, caffeinated teacher.  

Seriously, the most brilliant thing I've ever done. 

Happy Monday - Keep yourself on track with this new Monday "Recipe" ;)

Summer Mondays

My first full day away from College Park also marks the first full day of a precession of days without a prefix.  It's Monday, but it doesn't feel like it. With no classes and no work schedule to label the days leading up to the weekend, the entire week feels like one perpetual weekend. Until I have to mark something profound on my calendar the remainder of my days will simply be that, a "-day." Who cares if it's "Mon-" or "Thurs-" or "Sun-" when you can do whatever the heck you want whenever the heck you want?

The plus side of it being a Monday that doesn't feel like a Monday: I have nothing to dread. I woke up at my leisure and it is almost 11:00 (the day is practically half way through in the life of an early-bird) and I am still contemplating my course of action. No classes, no work. Life is good. (?)

The down side of it being a Monday that doesn't feel like a Monday:  It doesn't feel like a Monday. I have no motivation, and all the real people in the world are either at school or at work. I'm bored and alone. I need to be productive, but I'm indeed being the opposite.

From now until June 20th when my work schedule begins, I wish you a Happy Day, my friends. Happy Day.

Thanks, Bruno Mars for putting into song the precise way I feel.