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High Five for Friday No. 38

Praise the Lord it is Friday! I am so excited to celebrate Jesus and his overwhelming sacrifice he made for us this weekend. This has been a very stressful two weeks leading up to our big week of testing next week, but I survived and really that is only because of the grace of God. 
Onto the main event High Five for Friday with Lauren @ From my Grey Desk! 

1. I got a my spring toes this week! Bring on the sandals and open toe wedges! Now if only this bipolar Texas weather would cooperate! 
2. Just some weekend Shreveport shenanigans. Yeah and techniqually Reese won that chip but he likes to share. 

3. I discovered my apartment complex has this fancy-shmancy coffee machine that brews starbucks coffee. Hello afternoon java fix. 

4. One of my sweet kiddos looked up from her book and randomly said "Miss Scholz you look like such a bad ass when you walk into school with your sunglasses coffee and cute clothes". Totally made my week.


Happy Easter Weekend.

He isn't here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen. Come, see where his body was lying
-Matthew 28:6



The 1960's the word was "groovy," in the ’70's it was "far out," in the ’80's everything was "bogus," and the ’90's saw a rise in the ever popular "PSYCHE!" I heard about an article written in the New York Times about the word/phrase "obsessed," and being a chronic user of the word (and by chronic I mean I probably should have started this post with "Hi my name is Meg and I am obsessed with using the word obsessed), I was intrigued by what the other generations thought of what seems to be "our word." The article goes into the etymology of the word, which is actually pretty dark. During the complete and total break down of practically every syllable of the word, the author, Teddy Wayne quotes Erin McKean, the founder of Wordnik

Those pleasures, Ms. McKean suggested, “might be more socially acceptable for young women” than for emotionally guarded young men to voice. Moreover, expressing one’s obsession “is almost a humblebrag,” she said. “It’s one way to talk about and promote myself, but I’ll poke a little fun at myself and make it seem almost pathological.”

(Thoughts on the above... only the NY Times would use the word moreover and a word they invented and then link back to where they invented it.) 

So in the spirit of being a "young woman" who is apparently "humblebrag" I am going to poke a little fun at myself. 

I am obsessed with the following... 

Gilmore Girls: 

I don't care that it ended six years ago (sidebar: I BALLED LIKE A BABY when it ended) it is the best show ever to grace the WB. I say WB because the CW screwed it up. Also I am die-hard Team Logan... occasionally Team Dean but NEVER Team Jess. NEVER. Ob-sessed, so obsessed I can practically quote every line.

Leopard Flats: 

I spent $15 on them and have for sure gotten at least $600 worth of use out of them. A $545 profit WIN freaking WIN. I subscribe to the philosophy in which a shoe (or other article of clothing) has a purchase cost and then a real cost. The real cost being purchase cost divided by how many times worn/used equals real cost of item. Justification math, that is so my kind of math. Basically, I am obsessed with justification math. 


I used to be a one cup-er, a simple don’t-talk-to-me-until-I-have-had-my-jolt-er. Lately I've adopted a sinister afternoon cup. It used to just be my morning students groaning from two hallways down if they didn't spot my bright purple java mug. Now my after lunch crew has the pleasure of being taught by their favorite caffeine fiend. My obsession grows with every dark brown drop. 

Group Text Messaging:

Ironically I use the word obsessed most often in my group texts with my besties. Most of the time we are speaking of something that is either A). an outfit, B). covered in glitter, or C). looks delicious. Scrolling though the last week of texts I counted 14 times when one of the three of us used the word obsessed (normally spelled ob-sessed; why? I have no clue). Healthy, twenty-something, young women – that is what 14 mentions of our generation’s buzz word tell me. 

**Keep in mind these things do not run my life – I mean if a pair of leopard flats ran my life I would have bigger issues to worry about. Our – as in blogger, as in young women, as in generations who decided the new meanings of words – definition means we really like something, and I mean what red blooded american woman doesn't love (or at least appreciate on some level) leopard print? 
What are you obsessed with?