I'm not the type of woman that takes a long time to get ready for work in the morning. Long showers? Not my style. Taking time to use a comb and put every hair into place? You must be joking. Spending more than five minutes on my makeup? Forget it. Any time a girlfriend of mine watches me get ready in the morning (you know, all those sleepovers I still have at my age!) she comments how fast I work on my face. Truth is, I have few products and can't be bothered with that slow-motion beauty routine. If I can't put makeup on in a reasonable amount of time, I'd rather not wear any.

Merciless are the hips I have and the children I teach. The great thing about teenage high school students is that they aren't afraid to speak their minds. They will tell me when they don't like my hair or when I'm frowning too much or when my voice is raised too high for their liking. Mind you, these are the girls I'm talking about here. I've worked hard to cultivate relationships with them whereby they trust me and, apparently, I've done a great job because they tell me everything. But let's get back to my hips, shall we?

Last night I watched the RNC and the previous week I watched the DNC. Both times I asked my children to watch along with me and yet it was last night’s speech by Sarah Palin that made me ill. There’s no bone in my body that wants to beat up on a woman so I should plainly state that McCain isn’t off limits either. What is off limits is poking fun at Palin’s pregnant teenage daughter no matter how many times she trots her out there as a show pony. There is something very bizarre to me about how when teen couples decide to marry after getting pregnant