check this out

http://antiquemommy.com/2008/09/23/horns/

Bread Machine

We got a bread machine for our wedding. We didn't do anything with it until last Sunday late afternoon. We were sitting around and decided that we wanted pizza. Problem: We ran out of food money for the month so we were out of luck. Suddenly we realized we had all of the ingredients to make pizza if we used the bread machine.

About 4 hours later after figuring it out, getting it ready, and combining ingredients we had pizza. It was GOOD.

Then we baked bread. Whole Wheat bread that takes a while to chew because it is so nutritious, but it tastes so good.

Last night we wanted burgers but we didn't have buns and remember no more food money so I used a french bread recipe, only set the machine on Dough then pulled it when it was ready and made my own buns. (Run on sentence that I am too lazy to edit) They were WAY better than store bought buns.

All of this to say... Getting married has not only benefited me in the usually expected ways but others as well Like...

The budget
The bread machine
The knowledge of baking
The creativity to put it all together.

Kindergarten Smile

I can not tell a lie. I was not excited to get another group of kindergartners through first semester this year. They are much easier to work with once they are used to me, used to the rules, and used to school.

Yesterday, I rescued a kindergartner before afternoon kindergarten started. She was walking through the hall way and looked quite lost.

"Mahala, are you lost?"
"Um... Yes I think I am lost."
"Well you just follow me."

I took her to her class, to which she was about 10 minutes early and luckily her teacher was free. Later I passed Mahala and her teacher walking from the front door to the kindergarten room so that "next time you won't get lost."

Two days ago I was in class with kindergartners and we were talking about Gustav Holst and how he wrote The Planets. This spurred a conversation about astronauts and who wanted to be an astronaut someday. This spurred a conversation about what do you want to be when you grow up.

"I wanna be a cowboy."
"I wanna be a fire man."
"I wanna be a chef! So does my brother!"

Then from the front of the crowd a little red headed girl with the HUGEST eyes you have ever seen raised her puppy paw sized hand and said.

"Mrs. Music... I want to be... I want... I... I want to be a... a... a Snow Cone when I grow up."

Well Addi, That is a high aspiration." I said with a smile and vote of confidence.

She smiled back and said, "Yes it is."

What do I want to be when I grow up?

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but here are a list of possibilities:

1 Family Counselor
2 School Counselor
3 Teach Orff full time
4 Mom
5 Choir director (high school or college)
6 School Principal or vice principal
7 College president's wife

All of these things are true possibilities. None of them borderline on "not gonna happen." I have that list and it is longer than I am tall.

I don't know when the things on that list hit a "Not gonna happen" category. It is kind of interesting that I have that category as a optimistic dreamer. I guess that reality sets in as a person gets older.

Curse reality.

Don't mind me

Don't mind me as I sit here and sigh whilst I suck on my zinc throat lozenge.

Don't mind me as I sit here through hours and hours of parent teacher conferences and dream of getting this huge to do list done.

Don't mind me as my brain gets fat and lazy from a four day weekend without students and will be shocked into reality when Monday hits with a five day work week.

Don't mind me as my allergies cause my entire brain to drain down my nasal passage into my throat.

Don't mind me grumpy because of chocolate deprivation due to a valiant effort to "not be a fat butt."

Don't mind me while I watch the time that I should be directing choir tick by as I sit at my desk and think of ways to yet again be unassuming.

Self Help Town

So,
Husband and I have lately felt as if the town that we live in holds nothing for us but three wonderful jobs which we enjoy emmensely. The problem is that we don't know anyone and therefore have nothing to do after work but put around the house.

This puttering has inspired us to examine our lives and how we are spending our free time. We have come up with some self improvement ideas.

First of all we are embarking on team "do not become a fat butt." This team consists of Husband and I eating right and trying to exercise 5 times a week. So far we are three of three nights a week. Pretty good eh? We are also giving up pop. Yes no more soda for me. This will be a challenge since the beginning of the school year is causing me to suck down Pepsi and DrPepper like it is the lifeblood of my soul.

Our second self improvement step is to learn Spanish. I took three years of spanish in High School and loved it. Senoria Gassie was una bien profesora. What we really want to get is the Rosetta Stone, but it costs a little less than rent for one month. So... We are not sure when or if we are going to get it. Right now we are using a program from the public library. The first conversation the Husband learned in spanish was this.
"Perdon Senorita, intiende engles?"
"No Senor, no intiende. habla espanol?"
"Hablo espanol un poco."
"Es usted norte americano?"
"Si"

It was enthralling. Simply enthralling.

In other news... What else do I want to do with my life? It is the constent debate.