Mr. W. just came to pick up his class. He said...
"Happy Holidays, Or Happy Thanksgiving... Can we say thanksgiving?"
"Yes," I replied. "Pilgrims, Indians, no Baby Jesus. We can say thanksgiving."
"Baby Jesus? Isn't he at Christmas?" - A student asked
"Yes." I replied as they all walked out the door.
"Is he true?" asked another student.
"I think so." I replied.
If that is the only time I talk with that student about Jesus, I will be sad. I can't speak my beliefs unless the student's ask. Well... He asked so I answered.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thankful
Each year I find I have more and more reasons to be thankful. This year is no exception.
I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful for my friends.
I am thankful for the new life in J and E's family.
I am thankful to see S. this week.
I am thankful for the health of my family and I.
I am thankful for my Husband and the first holiday season we are married.
I am thankful for my in law family and how they have accepted me as one of their own.
I am thankful that I don't have to plan a wedding in 2009.
I am thankful for the way Technology has been able to keep me connected with the people I care about.
I am thankful that gas is $1.66 so I can afford to go visit friends.
I am thankful for this new school year. It has been so much better than last year. I thought I liked my job last year, but I didn't like it half as much as I have liked it this year.
I am thankful for the chance to conduct a church choir and stretch my abilities.
I am thankful for Husband's job and for his boss and her understanding and desire to see him succeed.
I am thankful for friendships rekindled.
I am thankful for God's gift of Jesus which gives me the ability to truly be thankful.
There are so many reasons to be thankful.
I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful for my friends.
I am thankful for the new life in J and E's family.
I am thankful to see S. this week.
I am thankful for the health of my family and I.
I am thankful for my Husband and the first holiday season we are married.
I am thankful for my in law family and how they have accepted me as one of their own.
I am thankful that I don't have to plan a wedding in 2009.
I am thankful for the way Technology has been able to keep me connected with the people I care about.
I am thankful that gas is $1.66 so I can afford to go visit friends.
I am thankful for this new school year. It has been so much better than last year. I thought I liked my job last year, but I didn't like it half as much as I have liked it this year.
I am thankful for the chance to conduct a church choir and stretch my abilities.
I am thankful for Husband's job and for his boss and her understanding and desire to see him succeed.
I am thankful for friendships rekindled.
I am thankful for God's gift of Jesus which gives me the ability to truly be thankful.
There are so many reasons to be thankful.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Decorating
I decorated my classroom for Christmas today. I was going to wait until tomorrow after school, but I am such an anxious kid I had to put it up over my lunch. I have a tree with actual ornaments this year instead of paper chains that I made myself. Instead I have the free ornaments that Dillon's sent over to the school after they couldn't get rid of anything else last year.
I am in the mood for holidays. I am so glad that thanksgiving is at the end of this week. I will have to post a thankful post soon.
Lets do it, If you have a blog then take time this week to write a blog about the things in life you are thankful for.
I am in the mood for holidays. I am so glad that thanksgiving is at the end of this week. I will have to post a thankful post soon.
Lets do it, If you have a blog then take time this week to write a blog about the things in life you are thankful for.
Friday, November 21, 2008
What do you call it
Ok.
This morning I had a crazy dream of something I want to do someday. Someday I want to have a women's ensemble of 20 voices or so. No more than that no less than 12. I want them to be college aged women from all different departments. During our concerts we would sing a huge variety of music from many eras. Our focus would be that all of these women from different walks of life who have different aspirations and dreams can come together and make beautiful music with great abandonment. They would be a group who would seek refuge within each other, our music, and most importantly our faith.
Our main message our first year of performing would be to treat every person as a people person.
Last Sunday the new associate pastor at our church spoke about how a Polish social scientist came to America and did a study of how Americans treat people. She said that there are three types of people.
The people people are the people who we deal with every day who we have meaningful conversations with. These are the people who are our friends and family and those we work with who we care about.
The Machine People are the people who are laborers. They are the McDonald's workers, the Bank Tellers, and the Dillon's cashiers. These are the people with whom we have non meaningful interactions. We talk about the weather. We talk around them while looking right at them.
The scenery people are the people who we pass and pretend that they are not people at all. This is what happens when two people walk past each other on the sidewalk and neither party acknowledges the other's existence.
Jesus wanted us to treat each person as a people person. He wants us to see everyone we come in contact with as a real person with feelings, life, spirit, and depth. He does not want us to have machine people or landscape people in our lives.
This morning I was dreaming about how my singing group would have the mission of singing songs with themes that would demand Christians to see people as REAL PEOPLE.
Then I packed my bag and went out to scrape my car. There was a woman outside scraping her car with her kindergarten aged son. They scraped their car right along side me scraping. Neither of us acted like the other one was there. It was only while both of us were pulling out of the parking lot that I realized that I had just made her into scenery... as she had done the same to me.
I did it without thinking. I did it as a habit. I de-humanized this woman and her adorable son all the while dreaming of the days when I would lead groups against this very attitude.
This morning I had a crazy dream of something I want to do someday. Someday I want to have a women's ensemble of 20 voices or so. No more than that no less than 12. I want them to be college aged women from all different departments. During our concerts we would sing a huge variety of music from many eras. Our focus would be that all of these women from different walks of life who have different aspirations and dreams can come together and make beautiful music with great abandonment. They would be a group who would seek refuge within each other, our music, and most importantly our faith.
Our main message our first year of performing would be to treat every person as a people person.
Last Sunday the new associate pastor at our church spoke about how a Polish social scientist came to America and did a study of how Americans treat people. She said that there are three types of people.
The people people are the people who we deal with every day who we have meaningful conversations with. These are the people who are our friends and family and those we work with who we care about.
The Machine People are the people who are laborers. They are the McDonald's workers, the Bank Tellers, and the Dillon's cashiers. These are the people with whom we have non meaningful interactions. We talk about the weather. We talk around them while looking right at them.
The scenery people are the people who we pass and pretend that they are not people at all. This is what happens when two people walk past each other on the sidewalk and neither party acknowledges the other's existence.
Jesus wanted us to treat each person as a people person. He wants us to see everyone we come in contact with as a real person with feelings, life, spirit, and depth. He does not want us to have machine people or landscape people in our lives.
This morning I was dreaming about how my singing group would have the mission of singing songs with themes that would demand Christians to see people as REAL PEOPLE.
Then I packed my bag and went out to scrape my car. There was a woman outside scraping her car with her kindergarten aged son. They scraped their car right along side me scraping. Neither of us acted like the other one was there. It was only while both of us were pulling out of the parking lot that I realized that I had just made her into scenery... as she had done the same to me.
I did it without thinking. I did it as a habit. I de-humanized this woman and her adorable son all the while dreaming of the days when I would lead groups against this very attitude.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Teaching tips
Question: How do you get permanent marker off of your white board?
Answer: Write over it with dry erase marker and then wipe it off.
Question: How do you stop kids from tattling?
Answer: Stop everything and suggest to the class that we take a vote on who is the naughtiest child in the class. (They will immediately look at you with shock and horror and then you can move on quickly to your next point.)
Question: What do you say when a child shows you a 2 week old boo boo and tells you it hurts.
Answer A (to be used when the child is a whiner): Ask the child, "Are you going to live?" and move on.
Answer B (to be used when the child is a hypochondriac): Tell the child, "I don't know what it is, and I don't know what to tell you. I am sorry that it hurts. Don't touch it and it will stop hurting." (in their mind it usually stops)
Yesterday I was in second grade and we were in a time of sharing. The students were raising their hands and I was calling on them accordingly. One student had both of her hands in the air one a bit higher than the other. Her posture was slouched and she looked a bit like a stringed pupped whose body strings were looser than her arm strings. I asked her, "Is your hand raised?" "No," she replied, "I just feel like sitting this way."
Sometimes they just have to sit like a tree.
Answer: Write over it with dry erase marker and then wipe it off.
Question: How do you stop kids from tattling?
Answer: Stop everything and suggest to the class that we take a vote on who is the naughtiest child in the class. (They will immediately look at you with shock and horror and then you can move on quickly to your next point.)
Question: What do you say when a child shows you a 2 week old boo boo and tells you it hurts.
Answer A (to be used when the child is a whiner): Ask the child, "Are you going to live?" and move on.
Answer B (to be used when the child is a hypochondriac): Tell the child, "I don't know what it is, and I don't know what to tell you. I am sorry that it hurts. Don't touch it and it will stop hurting." (in their mind it usually stops)
Yesterday I was in second grade and we were in a time of sharing. The students were raising their hands and I was calling on them accordingly. One student had both of her hands in the air one a bit higher than the other. Her posture was slouched and she looked a bit like a stringed pupped whose body strings were looser than her arm strings. I asked her, "Is your hand raised?" "No," she replied, "I just feel like sitting this way."
Sometimes they just have to sit like a tree.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
90's music in my head
This morning I woke up with a random play list of 90's music in my head. It is pretty awesome since most music from the 90's reminds me of my little crushes, my rage against the machine, or an important event that took place in my life.
I may be a child of the 80's but I didn't start listening to the radio until the
90's and man it was good when I found it. I found it the same time that my sister found the radio. Her tastes were a bit different though. She started in with the little boy bands and then... rap music. My parents detested it. But that didn't matter because she had more rage against the machine than I did.
I awoke each morning to the same rap song bumping through the walls for years at a time. She would pick a track on her favorite cd, and would repeat that track all morning. Her morning ritual started around 6:00 or so and lasted till 7:35. She even ate in her room because it was her sanctuary away from the machine that was her youth.
Now we joke about how I can do the worst impression of JaRule in the world because of all that I heard while she was in Junior High and High School. We also joke about our different rages against the machine and how mine manifested in the Emo genera and how hers was vested in rap and hip hop. I learned how to nod my head in Emo affirmation and she learned how to bump and dance like Beyonce.
How different we became two sisters living right next door.
And so this morning as my head winds around savage garden, the goo goo dolls, and eventually spins to dash board confesional. I am reminded of...
Put it on me - JaRule
Where would I be without my baby
The thought Alone Might break me
And I dont wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady
Girl In this life, you and I been more than together,
Inseperable you chose pain over pleasure
For that you will ever be a part of me,
mind body and soul theres no I in we baby
When you cry who wipes your tears,
when you scared who's tellin you theres nothin to fear
girl I'll always be there, when you need a shoulder to lean on
never hesitate, knowin you can your soul mate
and vice versa and thats why I'll be the first to see J up and frost your wrists up
now ya owe me, I know you tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me
Where would I be without you, I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me..
Where would I be without you, I only think about you,
I know your tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me
ANd I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you copped me baby,
and the house on the hill when you dropped like 80
on the down payment thinkin damn aint life crazy
and ever since for my hunny I've been twice the lady
What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm
When this cold world had a girl caught in the storm
And I accept when u riff, when you caught in the wrong
And respect when you flip cuz our love is strong
ANd when you hit the block, I watch for 10 fold
and when my pops asleep you snuck in the back door
baby beau we been down since junior high
so when life get hot as july its the world against you and I
We ballin tied forever and ever
Heart from the heart knew that it would last forever
When you told me, you would never leave me lonely,
so baby boy put it on me
Where would I be without you,
I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely,
so baby girl put it on me
Repeat: where would I be without you
Since we met its been you and I,
a tear for a tear baby eye for an eye
and you know that my heart gonna cry
when you leave me, lonely
cuz you not just my love you my homie
who's gonna console me, My love
I'm out a control hold me, My love
cuz I'm yours, and I dont wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl
if this was our world, it'd be all yours baby,
the thought alone might break me,
and i dont wanna go crazy,
cuz every thug needs a lady
feelin you baby cuz them eyes aint right, wash away the tears
baby no more cryin baby,
and you complete me, and I would die if you aint with me,
so baby girl put it on me
Where would I be without you
I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely,
so baby girl put it on me
I may be a child of the 80's but I didn't start listening to the radio until the
90's and man it was good when I found it. I found it the same time that my sister found the radio. Her tastes were a bit different though. She started in with the little boy bands and then... rap music. My parents detested it. But that didn't matter because she had more rage against the machine than I did.
I awoke each morning to the same rap song bumping through the walls for years at a time. She would pick a track on her favorite cd, and would repeat that track all morning. Her morning ritual started around 6:00 or so and lasted till 7:35. She even ate in her room because it was her sanctuary away from the machine that was her youth.
Now we joke about how I can do the worst impression of JaRule in the world because of all that I heard while she was in Junior High and High School. We also joke about our different rages against the machine and how mine manifested in the Emo genera and how hers was vested in rap and hip hop. I learned how to nod my head in Emo affirmation and she learned how to bump and dance like Beyonce.
How different we became two sisters living right next door.
And so this morning as my head winds around savage garden, the goo goo dolls, and eventually spins to dash board confesional. I am reminded of...
Put it on me - JaRule
Where would I be without my baby
The thought Alone Might break me
And I dont wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady
Girl In this life, you and I been more than together,
Inseperable you chose pain over pleasure
For that you will ever be a part of me,
mind body and soul theres no I in we baby
When you cry who wipes your tears,
when you scared who's tellin you theres nothin to fear
girl I'll always be there, when you need a shoulder to lean on
never hesitate, knowin you can your soul mate
and vice versa and thats why I'll be the first to see J up and frost your wrists up
now ya owe me, I know you tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me
Where would I be without you, I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me..
Where would I be without you, I only think about you,
I know your tired of bein lonely, so baby girl put it on me
ANd I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you copped me baby,
and the house on the hill when you dropped like 80
on the down payment thinkin damn aint life crazy
and ever since for my hunny I've been twice the lady
What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm
When this cold world had a girl caught in the storm
And I accept when u riff, when you caught in the wrong
And respect when you flip cuz our love is strong
ANd when you hit the block, I watch for 10 fold
and when my pops asleep you snuck in the back door
baby beau we been down since junior high
so when life get hot as july its the world against you and I
We ballin tied forever and ever
Heart from the heart knew that it would last forever
When you told me, you would never leave me lonely,
so baby boy put it on me
Where would I be without you,
I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely,
so baby girl put it on me
Repeat: where would I be without you
Since we met its been you and I,
a tear for a tear baby eye for an eye
and you know that my heart gonna cry
when you leave me, lonely
cuz you not just my love you my homie
who's gonna console me, My love
I'm out a control hold me, My love
cuz I'm yours, and I dont wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl
if this was our world, it'd be all yours baby,
the thought alone might break me,
and i dont wanna go crazy,
cuz every thug needs a lady
feelin you baby cuz them eyes aint right, wash away the tears
baby no more cryin baby,
and you complete me, and I would die if you aint with me,
so baby girl put it on me
Where would I be without you
I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely,
so baby girl put it on me
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Should I stay or should I go
Should I stay or should I go...
Isn't that in a song somewhere? I think it is, but I can't place it and I don't have the energy right now to google it.
I probably shouldn't be posting, but hey... I am not on the clock yet so whatever!?!
What do you do when you want something, but you think that God wants something else for you? I know that I am supposed to do what God wants. I have known that for as long as I can remember. I just want to be able to do it with joy and with excitement. I could probably do it with peace... but joy, gladness and excitement??? I am not so sure I can get that far.
If you have been following... You may have surmised that husband and I are not always happy in this town. You may also know that we have friends in other places who are more than willing to help us get to them in a more permanent way than a visit. I honestly am at a place in my life when I would rather "get the heck out of Dodge," but you know... I think that God wants us here in Dodge. Stinking no culture no friends Dodge.
There are still things for us to do here, things that we need to learn and people who need us here. Yet, I want with all that's within me to move somewhere where I have a support system of friends to hang out with and to laugh with.
I was thinking the other day. Have you laughed as much as you did in college ever since then? In college I laughed my guts out at least once every other day. That is a lot of laughter if you think of it. I still laugh, but it is a ha here and a hee hee there and perhaps a he hum at a meeting where laughter is frowned upon. But I can't remember the last time I laughed my guts out.
For me... that is a huge deficit in my life.
So Lord, if you want me here in Dodge, stinking, no culture, no friends, dodge... then I need a good laugh now and again. I need a good laugh and a friend. A friend who is not husband because husband is a good husband and I don't need in that area. I need in the friend area.
I am not writing this to complain, but I am writing this because I think that there are lots of people all over who need to hear that they are not alone in their desire to be somewhere else. If we were all honest about it, then I believe that our lives away from our friends would feel a little closer. We wouldn't constantly be thinking... "If I could only make it a little longer then I can go somewhere else and be happy." We might have half a shot at being at peace with our situations.
Honestly, I can't move right now. I want to but I can't. God wants me here, and I am learning to be obedient and joyful right where I am.
Isn't that in a song somewhere? I think it is, but I can't place it and I don't have the energy right now to google it.
I probably shouldn't be posting, but hey... I am not on the clock yet so whatever!?!
What do you do when you want something, but you think that God wants something else for you? I know that I am supposed to do what God wants. I have known that for as long as I can remember. I just want to be able to do it with joy and with excitement. I could probably do it with peace... but joy, gladness and excitement??? I am not so sure I can get that far.
If you have been following... You may have surmised that husband and I are not always happy in this town. You may also know that we have friends in other places who are more than willing to help us get to them in a more permanent way than a visit. I honestly am at a place in my life when I would rather "get the heck out of Dodge," but you know... I think that God wants us here in Dodge. Stinking no culture no friends Dodge.
There are still things for us to do here, things that we need to learn and people who need us here. Yet, I want with all that's within me to move somewhere where I have a support system of friends to hang out with and to laugh with.
I was thinking the other day. Have you laughed as much as you did in college ever since then? In college I laughed my guts out at least once every other day. That is a lot of laughter if you think of it. I still laugh, but it is a ha here and a hee hee there and perhaps a he hum at a meeting where laughter is frowned upon. But I can't remember the last time I laughed my guts out.
For me... that is a huge deficit in my life.
So Lord, if you want me here in Dodge, stinking, no culture, no friends, dodge... then I need a good laugh now and again. I need a good laugh and a friend. A friend who is not husband because husband is a good husband and I don't need in that area. I need in the friend area.
I am not writing this to complain, but I am writing this because I think that there are lots of people all over who need to hear that they are not alone in their desire to be somewhere else. If we were all honest about it, then I believe that our lives away from our friends would feel a little closer. We wouldn't constantly be thinking... "If I could only make it a little longer then I can go somewhere else and be happy." We might have half a shot at being at peace with our situations.
Honestly, I can't move right now. I want to but I can't. God wants me here, and I am learning to be obedient and joyful right where I am.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Good weekend
This weekend was wonderful... Probably because last week was so hard. I was so tired that by the time I got to the weekend, I didn't have much to say or much energy to do anything. Husband and I went to W. to hang out with friends. We ate out with friends from College on Friday night. The highlight of the conversation was probably when one friend from college offered to shellac my pants to my legs.
Yah...
The next day we slept in and then took the parents to Sam's club. Has anyone noticed how Sam's pulls out all of the bells and whistles around Christmas. There are always so many new appliances and gadgets available. There are also Christmas ornaments sold in bulk... BULK... So much bulk that you would need 30 Gallon bucket to hold the bulk of Christmas balls that Sam's has to offer.
It is a Sam's load.
In the evening we went to Brother's church fund raiser. We heard a family sing as our entertainment. They sang a song called "One Voice" that made me ball my eyes out because I miss my singing friend who is thousands of miles away from me right now. It was a tender moment... It was a difficult moment.
You can hear it here. It is Beautiful...
http://www.thewailinjennys.com/merchandise.aspx
Then we drove home... all the way home... we still can't find the warp button in our car. It really needs one.
Sunday went like Sundays do. My mom came up in the evening and we went shopping. we each got a turtle neck and a sweater. It was a good time.
It was a wonderful weekend to just relax and rest.
This is the sound of one voice
One spirit, one voice
The sound of one who makes a choice
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of voices two
The sound of me singin' with you
Helpin' each other to make it through
This is the sound of voices two
This is the sound of voices two
This is the sound of voices three
Singin' together in harmony
Surrendering to the mystery
This is the sound of voices three
This is the sound of voices three
This is the sound of all of us
Singin' with love and the will to trust
Leave the rest behind, it will turn to dust
This is the sound of all of us
This is the sound of all of us
This is the sound of one voice
One people, one voice
A song for every one of us
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of one voice
Yah...
The next day we slept in and then took the parents to Sam's club. Has anyone noticed how Sam's pulls out all of the bells and whistles around Christmas. There are always so many new appliances and gadgets available. There are also Christmas ornaments sold in bulk... BULK... So much bulk that you would need 30 Gallon bucket to hold the bulk of Christmas balls that Sam's has to offer.
It is a Sam's load.
In the evening we went to Brother's church fund raiser. We heard a family sing as our entertainment. They sang a song called "One Voice" that made me ball my eyes out because I miss my singing friend who is thousands of miles away from me right now. It was a tender moment... It was a difficult moment.
You can hear it here. It is Beautiful...
http://www.thewailinjennys.com/merchandise.aspx
Then we drove home... all the way home... we still can't find the warp button in our car. It really needs one.
Sunday went like Sundays do. My mom came up in the evening and we went shopping. we each got a turtle neck and a sweater. It was a good time.
It was a wonderful weekend to just relax and rest.
This is the sound of one voice
One spirit, one voice
The sound of one who makes a choice
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of voices two
The sound of me singin' with you
Helpin' each other to make it through
This is the sound of voices two
This is the sound of voices two
This is the sound of voices three
Singin' together in harmony
Surrendering to the mystery
This is the sound of voices three
This is the sound of voices three
This is the sound of all of us
Singin' with love and the will to trust
Leave the rest behind, it will turn to dust
This is the sound of all of us
This is the sound of all of us
This is the sound of one voice
One people, one voice
A song for every one of us
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of one voice
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Exhaustion
This morning I am exhausted. Yo Tengo Exhaustion.
The programs went well last night. The parents and grand parents were quite impressed. I only wanted to pinch a couple of kids heads off. They just can't stand still between songs. They must talk and tell each other to SHHHHH loudly shhhhh-ing is not a little thing.
Anyway....
Words of wisdom are going on, so I should probably get going.
bye
The programs went well last night. The parents and grand parents were quite impressed. I only wanted to pinch a couple of kids heads off. They just can't stand still between songs. They must talk and tell each other to SHHHHH loudly shhhhh-ing is not a little thing.
Anyway....
Words of wisdom are going on, so I should probably get going.
bye
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Programs
The third and fourth grade programs are tonight. I dressed up for today to inspire the students to look nice.
I walked through the gym this morning and my fourth grade girls started gushing.
"Oh, you look so pretty."
"I love your high heels."
"Can I hug you? I want to hug a pretty girl."
"You are so pretty Mrs. Music."
So on and so forth. I told them that when you look good, you perform better. It is true. I know from experience.
The only problem is that when you look good... sometimes your feet hurt. I am switching between these shoes:
and
I am going to lunch in the crocs, we'll see what Principal says...
Talk to you after the judgement of parents and scrutiny of grandparents.
I walked through the gym this morning and my fourth grade girls started gushing.
"Oh, you look so pretty."
"I love your high heels."
"Can I hug you? I want to hug a pretty girl."
"You are so pretty Mrs. Music."
So on and so forth. I told them that when you look good, you perform better. It is true. I know from experience.
The only problem is that when you look good... sometimes your feet hurt. I am switching between these shoes:
and
I am going to lunch in the crocs, we'll see what Principal says...
Talk to you after the judgement of parents and scrutiny of grandparents.
Friday, November 07, 2008
Eeeeeewwwwwwww
I am not one to air my dirty laundry in public. I much prefer writing about happy happenings, goings on, and other such trifles. Today however, I am going to air my laundry in the hypothetical sense of course. (or maybe not, you be the judge)
Yesterday was a day fulled with wonder and excitement as well as terror and indignation.
I worked a normal school day which was preceded by a staff meeting. After work I went to Target because I was out of my favorite hair product. I also walked around target for a while and then smelled the Christmas display. Have you ever noticed that every store has a distinct smell to their Christmas display. Target is no exception. I found the Christmas tree that I want (Slim Cashmere Pine) to buy after Christmas when I can get it for cheep as free, and then I went to meet Husband at work.
We had a meeting after his work, to which we were late, which made us late for our next meeting. The evening was all summed up with a late drive home much past 9:00 (when Grandma music over here goes to sleep) to eat dinner. Yes, dinner. At past 9:00
I walked into the kitchen, flipped on the light and screamed at the top of my lungs. Husband who was in the bedroom had the thought, "that was not a spider scream," and came out to see what had happened. I beat him to the hall way.
"There is a dead mouse in the middle of the kitchen floor. I am calling Lenkie RIGHT NOW."
So as Husband went to dispose of the varmint. I called Land Lord L.L. (Literally, but Lenkie for short.)(He does not know that I call him Lenkie so don't tell him.) and informed him of the intruder. He was quick to explain the supposed problem,
"They are coming through the front door when people leave it open." he stated.
"Are you sure they are not living in the walls? Yesterday I heard something that I thought was the wind but it could have been scratching in the walls." I questioned.
"No, that couldn't happen."
Couldn't happen my butt!!! I found a hole in the wall between our kitchen cabinet and the wall that was a brilliant idea in the whole "lets cut the hole for the cabinets larger than it has to be so that we know they will fit" construction of our building. I would rate it right up there with the..."Lets put out some cute little street lights on the walk way that will not work that people will flatten, bash, and use as Frisbee goals on the weekends." line of thinking.
Anyway... after talking with Lenkie, Husband and I went and got 17,000 sticky traps at WM and set them out. We finally ate dinner, and then we tried to go to sleep. It was difficult to sleep when every other 5 minutes one of us would violently shudder to think that we are sharing our little abode with who knows how many little friends.
Whoever told that mouse to keel over dead in the middle of the kitchen floor so that we knew there were mice about was a genius.
We are not dirty people. Our food has not been tampered with. We have found no evidences of mice anywhere until the kitchen corps. Why the hecks do I have to deal with this right now?
I'll tell you why... because when it isn't a sprained ankle or the flue, something has to happen to make things exciting.
Yesterday was a day fulled with wonder and excitement as well as terror and indignation.
I worked a normal school day which was preceded by a staff meeting. After work I went to Target because I was out of my favorite hair product. I also walked around target for a while and then smelled the Christmas display. Have you ever noticed that every store has a distinct smell to their Christmas display. Target is no exception. I found the Christmas tree that I want (Slim Cashmere Pine) to buy after Christmas when I can get it for cheep as free, and then I went to meet Husband at work.
We had a meeting after his work, to which we were late, which made us late for our next meeting. The evening was all summed up with a late drive home much past 9:00 (when Grandma music over here goes to sleep) to eat dinner. Yes, dinner. At past 9:00
I walked into the kitchen, flipped on the light and screamed at the top of my lungs. Husband who was in the bedroom had the thought, "that was not a spider scream," and came out to see what had happened. I beat him to the hall way.
"There is a dead mouse in the middle of the kitchen floor. I am calling Lenkie RIGHT NOW."
So as Husband went to dispose of the varmint. I called Land Lord L.L. (Literally, but Lenkie for short.)(He does not know that I call him Lenkie so don't tell him.) and informed him of the intruder. He was quick to explain the supposed problem,
"They are coming through the front door when people leave it open." he stated.
"Are you sure they are not living in the walls? Yesterday I heard something that I thought was the wind but it could have been scratching in the walls." I questioned.
"No, that couldn't happen."
Couldn't happen my butt!!! I found a hole in the wall between our kitchen cabinet and the wall that was a brilliant idea in the whole "lets cut the hole for the cabinets larger than it has to be so that we know they will fit" construction of our building. I would rate it right up there with the..."Lets put out some cute little street lights on the walk way that will not work that people will flatten, bash, and use as Frisbee goals on the weekends." line of thinking.
Anyway... after talking with Lenkie, Husband and I went and got 17,000 sticky traps at WM and set them out. We finally ate dinner, and then we tried to go to sleep. It was difficult to sleep when every other 5 minutes one of us would violently shudder to think that we are sharing our little abode with who knows how many little friends.
Whoever told that mouse to keel over dead in the middle of the kitchen floor so that we knew there were mice about was a genius.
We are not dirty people. Our food has not been tampered with. We have found no evidences of mice anywhere until the kitchen corps. Why the hecks do I have to deal with this right now?
I'll tell you why... because when it isn't a sprained ankle or the flue, something has to happen to make things exciting.
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