In my first spelling bee I got out on my first word. They told me to spell "first" and I was like oh yeah I got this, "F-R-I-S-T." I even bet my cute ringlets gave a bounce of confidence with the last emphasis on the "T." Then the judge piped up, "No I'm sorry the correct spelling is "F-I-R-S-T. Please exit the stage." Whhhhaat???! DUH Teysha Brown! Gouhhh, why is there no catchy saying like.. "i before r except when you're an idiot?" I don't know, I remember this day vividly though. The walls were white.
So yeah, Im not going to change the web-address, that would mess up links. But now we know. Teysha is an Idiot.
and that's just reason #1
yesterday I had two stupid moments.
so reason #2:
My phone rang and it was an unknown number so I answered with my generic lady voice. There was a woman on the other line, definitely an adult, and she friendly said "hello Teysha how are ya?" and I said I was good and asked who it was. I thought I heard her say it was Adelle, my aunt who lives in Denton. I thought it was so weird that my aunt would be calling me (she never does). This lady asked how my weekend had been and I couldn't stop thinking about how weird it was. I continued the conversation in the same way I would talk to any family-member: professionalsih, trying to be funny, but unsuccessful, mature, basically trying to pretend like I really care when the truth is that I don't talk to my aunt or most of my extended family enough to really know what's going on in there life (I should work on this). I was in a daze the whole 2-minute convo. You know that feeling? The one where you're trying to talk to someone about something but really the whole time you're thinking about something else, like how confused you are? Yeah. Then near the goodbyes it finally hit me, this was not my Aunt Adelle but my descipler lady from church, Michelle. "OOOOOooooHHHHHhhh!" said my brain. So at this point I'm totally not hearing what Michelle is saying to me and I find myself saying "yeah okay that's fine" and I hang up. She must have thought that was the most awkward conversation ever, and probably rude too. I know it was. I think... I don't feel like I was actually there during it. Instead of being an active listener I was hanging out in my cebral cortex or somewhere nearby, maybe the hypothalamus.
and stupid moment #3:
I went to brush my teeth last night and found myself squeezing toothpaste into the cap... instead of onto my toothbrush.
Ok let's do the math.
I started brushing my own teeth probably around the age of what, 2? 3? Let's say 3. So I've been brushing my teeth for about (19-3) 16 years. I only brushed my teeth once a day up until college and now I brush them twice a day. So from age 3 to 18 is 15. 15 years is 5,475 days, that plus this past year x2 (5,475 + (365x2)) is 6,205. So I've gracefully brushed my teeth six-thousand two-hundred and five times and last night I squeezed toothpaste into the cap, caveman style.
I couldn't even get it back out! It's wasted now!
conslusion:
My hair should be blonde. With an "e."
