This morning was our annual Halloween parade. Thank the Lord that it is a beautiful day this year. Last year it was unbearably cold. It was just the right temperature for a festive morning.
I paraded with Mr. W's class this year. I went to their room in the morning and the kids were running around excitedly checking out each other's costumes. A student named Gonzalo came up to me and he was wearing a black suit, black cape, and carried a black top hat and cane. He said, "Mrs. Music, You have something behind your ear." He reached a hand behind my ear and pulled out a mini snickers bar. "Here you go," he said handing me the candy. "That is awesome Gonzalo!" I said. "Of course it is... I am the great Gonzalo." he answered.
Of Course.... Why didn't I think of that.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Cold Season
I had a cold two weeks ago. I stayed home from work one day and I felt much better. I got over the whole thing in just a couple of days. SUCCESS.
I have a cold again this week. I feel a bit worse than last time. I keep telling myself that I am much better off than last year, but I still feel like my immune system has been defeated.
Two down. (Last year it was four colds, the flue, and strep.) We will see how many to go.
I have a cold again this week. I feel a bit worse than last time. I keep telling myself that I am much better off than last year, but I still feel like my immune system has been defeated.
Two down. (Last year it was four colds, the flue, and strep.) We will see how many to go.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Out West
This weekend Husband and I went out west to see our friend in a midnight murder mystery. We left home at about 4:30 and got to our destination at around 8:00. We stopped at Starbucks and got some cafination before running around town a little bit. The show that Em was in was called And Then There Were None. It is based on the Agatha Christie novel Ten little Indians or also called And Then There Were None. I read it in high school just for fun, and I remembered the book being a lot different.
Em did an excellent job. She played the character Stella which lead to many reenactments of Street Car Named Desire during her rehearsals. The only beef that I had with the show was that the theatre was in the middle of being renovated so there was no heat. I didn't take off my coat and I shivered through the entire show. Not the best climate for theatre, but it was fun.
I have a reoccurring nightmare that I am back in college and it is opening night for one of Judy's shows. I am actor in an ensemble cast that is pretty equally important. The problem is that I have never seen the script before. I don't know any lines at all. So I fake it through the entire show.
It is terrible. I always wake up sweating and panicking. Here's the deal though... There was a character in the show who was living my nightmare. He played Douglas. He didn't know his lines and pretty much um-ed them through the whole show. I was impressed with the promptness and know how of the other players as they coaxed him through the performance. So here's to Doug, and I hope you take time to learn your lines for next weekend's performances! It will make your cast happier!
Here's to Em!!! What a wonderful performance.
Em did an excellent job. She played the character Stella which lead to many reenactments of Street Car Named Desire during her rehearsals. The only beef that I had with the show was that the theatre was in the middle of being renovated so there was no heat. I didn't take off my coat and I shivered through the entire show. Not the best climate for theatre, but it was fun.
I have a reoccurring nightmare that I am back in college and it is opening night for one of Judy's shows. I am actor in an ensemble cast that is pretty equally important. The problem is that I have never seen the script before. I don't know any lines at all. So I fake it through the entire show.
It is terrible. I always wake up sweating and panicking. Here's the deal though... There was a character in the show who was living my nightmare. He played Douglas. He didn't know his lines and pretty much um-ed them through the whole show. I was impressed with the promptness and know how of the other players as they coaxed him through the performance. So here's to Doug, and I hope you take time to learn your lines for next weekend's performances! It will make your cast happier!
Here's to Em!!! What a wonderful performance.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Change the Channel
When Jill and I moved to this town, we found out that it is nearly impossible to get any channels on the television without getting cable. So... we lived for a while without TV and it was alright, and then Jill got Cable because she needed it for football season. The Cable left when Jill left, and Husband and I have been without it for a while.
We got a digital antenna because that was supposed to fix the entire thing. Our converter box and antenna were going to be the monthly fee free solution to the problem. We found out that not even digital channels are broad casted at a high enough power level to reach this little middle of everywhere place.
We had Fox, NBC, and Occasionally (about once a week, after 6 P.M., when the atmospheric conditions were just right) we had channel 12... barely.
So I got used to changing the channel. That's it... one channel to change... then back to the first one... option a, option b, a, b, a, b... so on and so fourth.
Then the reception on Fox and NBC got dodgy... Chris got frustrated and made an antenna hammock out of my crochet yarn to hang in our large window in our living room in hopes that it would help... It didn't.
Long story short, we got cable. It is the most basic of basic packages. We get the first 6 months free and then after that we only pay $12.95 a month. It was hard to convince the cable guy that we didn't want to upgrade for 14.95 a month... we just wanted basic cable.
Last night I changed the Channels! It was pretty awesome... lots of political stuff, some home shopping network, and The Office of course.
Now I will be privileged to watch every Jerry Bruckheimer episode that CBS has to offer.
We got a digital antenna because that was supposed to fix the entire thing. Our converter box and antenna were going to be the monthly fee free solution to the problem. We found out that not even digital channels are broad casted at a high enough power level to reach this little middle of everywhere place.
We had Fox, NBC, and Occasionally (about once a week, after 6 P.M., when the atmospheric conditions were just right) we had channel 12... barely.
So I got used to changing the channel. That's it... one channel to change... then back to the first one... option a, option b, a, b, a, b... so on and so fourth.
Then the reception on Fox and NBC got dodgy... Chris got frustrated and made an antenna hammock out of my crochet yarn to hang in our large window in our living room in hopes that it would help... It didn't.
Long story short, we got cable. It is the most basic of basic packages. We get the first 6 months free and then after that we only pay $12.95 a month. It was hard to convince the cable guy that we didn't want to upgrade for 14.95 a month... we just wanted basic cable.
Last night I changed the Channels! It was pretty awesome... lots of political stuff, some home shopping network, and The Office of course.
Now I will be privileged to watch every Jerry Bruckheimer episode that CBS has to offer.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
God cares about Wyan
This week is going faster than last week did. That is surprising because last week I only worked two real days. That just goes to show how 2 days of really hard classes can make up for 4 days of good classes.
I had one of a few successful kindergarten classes today. The am kindergarten is having a difficult time getting settled because of a new little guy in their class.
He is from a split home. He just moved in with dad. Mom wants him back. Dad is not a good parent, but he wants to be with dad. Little brother is much more of a nightmare than this little guy. He is getting along well with his teacher as long as she is doing what he wants to do. There is not much structure in his life. Today he was forced to come to my class, and he stood gripping the handle to the door for most of class. He had moved 3 feet into the room throughout the 20 minutes he was with me inches each minute. He is a good little kid... his life is hard.
God cares about wyan (little guy can't say his R's).
His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.
I had one of a few successful kindergarten classes today. The am kindergarten is having a difficult time getting settled because of a new little guy in their class.
He is from a split home. He just moved in with dad. Mom wants him back. Dad is not a good parent, but he wants to be with dad. Little brother is much more of a nightmare than this little guy. He is getting along well with his teacher as long as she is doing what he wants to do. There is not much structure in his life. Today he was forced to come to my class, and he stood gripping the handle to the door for most of class. He had moved 3 feet into the room throughout the 20 minutes he was with me inches each minute. He is a good little kid... his life is hard.
God cares about wyan (little guy can't say his R's).
His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
This Town Hates Us
So...
This weekend we were invited to the young marrieds group pumpkin patch outing at our church. The young marrieds group is pretty active, and husband and I have been wanting to attend. We have not made it to anything on Sunday mornings because of Choir and other church commitments.
Anyway,
We were supposed to all meat at church at 6:45 to carpool to the pumpkin patch. Husband and I pulled in at 6:46. No one was there... Well I shouldn't say no one. Pastor M. was there. He sheepishly explained to us that we were the only ones who had showed up. He also told us that he couldn't understand why they didn't have a bigger crowd. Last time they all got together there were 36 people who attended.
I assured him it was because We had decided to come. All of our efforts for socialization have now been flushed. We are externally inflicted hermits.
Not My Style!
This weekend we were invited to the young marrieds group pumpkin patch outing at our church. The young marrieds group is pretty active, and husband and I have been wanting to attend. We have not made it to anything on Sunday mornings because of Choir and other church commitments.
Anyway,
We were supposed to all meat at church at 6:45 to carpool to the pumpkin patch. Husband and I pulled in at 6:46. No one was there... Well I shouldn't say no one. Pastor M. was there. He sheepishly explained to us that we were the only ones who had showed up. He also told us that he couldn't understand why they didn't have a bigger crowd. Last time they all got together there were 36 people who attended.
I assured him it was because We had decided to come. All of our efforts for socialization have now been flushed. We are externally inflicted hermits.
Not My Style!
Friday, October 17, 2008
From weekend to weekend
This week was bazaar. On Monday and Tuesday I had in-service. We learned more about Ruby Payne and her theories on Poverty. It is helpful information, but after a while it seems to repeat itself.
On Wednesday, I stayed home from work with aches and serious congestion. I felt like some one was pounding on my nasal passages with a large bass drum mallet. (the fuzzy kind that is hard as a rock inside)
Then I was back to work yesterday and had a pretty good day. For the most part the children were well behaved and enthusiastic. I still have some students who come to class testing me. One month I need to completely not allow anything at all to happen. After their warning I just need to clamp down and make them miserable for the rest of music. I think that is the only way to get through to a couple of these kids. They must have no structure at home. Either that or they are just that ornery.
I am looking into Friday thinking... I just want to pass out and not get back up. That is not a practical option because when I do that on the weekends I wind up board and grumpy. So... we may go to the rival high school game tonight. That's what happens when you live in a town with two high schools. They become serious rivals. Our school is dressed out for south spirit because someday our kids will feed into the southern most high school here. We are having the cheerleaders come for a pep assembly and everything. SUCH an exciting day. And I get to skip out on my Crazy last class of the day. (first graders at the end of the day... not my idea)
Well, the bell has called me into action. Off I go to conquer the world. Or at least the morning...
On Wednesday, I stayed home from work with aches and serious congestion. I felt like some one was pounding on my nasal passages with a large bass drum mallet. (the fuzzy kind that is hard as a rock inside)
Then I was back to work yesterday and had a pretty good day. For the most part the children were well behaved and enthusiastic. I still have some students who come to class testing me. One month I need to completely not allow anything at all to happen. After their warning I just need to clamp down and make them miserable for the rest of music. I think that is the only way to get through to a couple of these kids. They must have no structure at home. Either that or they are just that ornery.
I am looking into Friday thinking... I just want to pass out and not get back up. That is not a practical option because when I do that on the weekends I wind up board and grumpy. So... we may go to the rival high school game tonight. That's what happens when you live in a town with two high schools. They become serious rivals. Our school is dressed out for south spirit because someday our kids will feed into the southern most high school here. We are having the cheerleaders come for a pep assembly and everything. SUCH an exciting day. And I get to skip out on my Crazy last class of the day. (first graders at the end of the day... not my idea)
Well, the bell has called me into action. Off I go to conquer the world. Or at least the morning...
Friday, October 10, 2008
In celebration of the lower gas prices...
Thump thump thump thump
Thump thump thump thump
Dun da dun dun dun dunnnnn dunnnnn
Dun da dun dun dun dun da da dunnnnn
Chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick Waaaaahhhh
I'm goin to Wichita...
Far from this opera forever more!
I'm gonna work the straw
Let the sweat drip out of every pore...
but seriously I am going to Wichita. So if you read this some time today, Friday, the 10th, and you are in Wichita, I might just see you.
Got Coffee? Saturday night. Be there or be square.
it's where all the attractive people go.
P.S. did you watch The Office last night? Did you or did you not think to yourself....
"I steal from my job all the time, (like right now)"
or perhaps.... "How can Angela do that? She has such double standards." ...
and finally..."I never want a steak ever again."
Thump thump thump thump
Dun da dun dun dun dunnnnn dunnnnn
Dun da dun dun dun dun da da dunnnnn
Chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick
chick chick chick chick Waaaaahhhh
I'm goin to Wichita...
Far from this opera forever more!
I'm gonna work the straw
Let the sweat drip out of every pore...
but seriously I am going to Wichita. So if you read this some time today, Friday, the 10th, and you are in Wichita, I might just see you.
Got Coffee? Saturday night. Be there or be square.
it's where all the attractive people go.
P.S. did you watch The Office last night? Did you or did you not think to yourself....
"I steal from my job all the time, (like right now)"
or perhaps.... "How can Angela do that? She has such double standards." ...
and finally..."I never want a steak ever again."
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Family Reunion
Going to family reunions has never been a part of my life before. I think in my entire life I may have been to two on my mom's side and two on my dad's side. Once every ten years or so, and that's about it.
Sunday I got to go to my first In-law family reunion. It all started with Great Aunt Ruth's 90'th birthday party. It was held at the activity center at the old folks home in her home town. It was quite the display of fresh flowers, four different kinds of cake (white, lemon, chocolate and strawberry), mints, nuts and the other kind on nuts.
Since I happen to be from the small town that Aunt Ruth is from, I knew more of my husband's family than he did. However I did not acknowledge the fact that I did know them.
It was interesting at the party that all of the people looked like the cake, there were four distinct different kinds of people. People directly in Ruth's family, the outer circle of Ruth's family (which was the largest group), the I married into Ruth's family (there's me!!!), and the friends of Ruth and her family.
After the Birthday bash we ran around town and then made our way over to "the church" for the big reunion. (Which was pretty much the same people who were at the birthday party minus the friends of Ruth's family flavor)
Again, I knew more people than my husband. Husband, brother in law, and I were trying to think of clever things to write on our name tags instead of the traditional... "son of so and so." "Married to what's her face." statements that we were seeing.
Here are some of our best
Hello my name is Clinton "I am here for the food."
Hello my name Jen "I married in."
Hello my name is Husband "Antisocial"
Hello my name is Clinton "Mute"
Hello my name is Husband "No questions please."
Hello my name is Jen "I may say I remember you, but that is a lie."
Husband and I got to leave after about an hour and go hang out at my family's. Chris crashed, my sister and I talked. We ate wonderful food and that's about it.
My Sunday and my first in law family reunion.
Ahhh the memories.
Sunday I got to go to my first In-law family reunion. It all started with Great Aunt Ruth's 90'th birthday party. It was held at the activity center at the old folks home in her home town. It was quite the display of fresh flowers, four different kinds of cake (white, lemon, chocolate and strawberry), mints, nuts and the other kind on nuts.
Since I happen to be from the small town that Aunt Ruth is from, I knew more of my husband's family than he did. However I did not acknowledge the fact that I did know them.
It was interesting at the party that all of the people looked like the cake, there were four distinct different kinds of people. People directly in Ruth's family, the outer circle of Ruth's family (which was the largest group), the I married into Ruth's family (there's me!!!), and the friends of Ruth and her family.
After the Birthday bash we ran around town and then made our way over to "the church" for the big reunion. (Which was pretty much the same people who were at the birthday party minus the friends of Ruth's family flavor)
Again, I knew more people than my husband. Husband, brother in law, and I were trying to think of clever things to write on our name tags instead of the traditional... "son of so and so." "Married to what's her face." statements that we were seeing.
Here are some of our best
Hello my name is Clinton "I am here for the food."
Hello my name Jen "I married in."
Hello my name is Husband "Antisocial"
Hello my name is Clinton "Mute"
Hello my name is Husband "No questions please."
Hello my name is Jen "I may say I remember you, but that is a lie."
Husband and I got to leave after about an hour and go hang out at my family's. Chris crashed, my sister and I talked. We ate wonderful food and that's about it.
My Sunday and my first in law family reunion.
Ahhh the memories.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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."
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."
Monday, September 15, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Rambo Shop
I admit it. I used to Rambo Shop.
Do not confuse this with Commando shop. Trying on clothes with no underpants is just NASTY!
Ewww.
But I did Rambo shop. Especially when I was with my mother and sister. We would set off at some AM time and travel a half hour to an hour away because everybody knows that it is hard to find clothes in Mac town. Anyway... we would set off on a LIS/SIS operation. (long inseam/short inseam) Pants were the goal and we were going to do anything that it took to get them.
Upon arrival we would relieve ourselves of the soda that we had consumed in transit. That my friends is the last time we would see a bathroom for the next 8-10 hours.
The next 3 hours would be spent following my little sister around trying on sizes that I couldn't get my left calf into.
All by itself.
Alone.
Then she would find sweet success in a store for tiny people with short legs, and the search for the 36" inseam pants would begin. After several strike outs I would wind up with something akin to capri's and resign myself to what would would become the 6 1/2 year search for khaki pants. (Seriously... from my junior year of high school to my first year of teaching I searched for khaki pants. Gap On Line $19.99 my saving grace.)
After the Three to Four hour search for long pants my mother would walk into Christopher and Banks, and at this point my sister and I would set up a fox whole in the dressing room next door to hers and would randomly comment on the nasty leftover fast food we found under the bench in the dressing room. Food that could only be seen when laying on the bench with legs up in the air resting on the wall.
I will have you know that my legs were up in the air in order to drain the blood that had collected in my swollen feet back to my head.
27 tops and 15 pants try ons later one of us declares mission accomplished, and we all decide that our throbbing heads must mean that our blood sugar levels have hit rock bottom along with our spirits. We would then head to a restaurant where we would go straight to the bathroom and then to our booth. Food would then be consumed in glorious quantities and we would travel home exhausted and victorious.
Victorious we would show dad our purchases in all of their glory and he would say his usual "Well, that's neat." and "I like that's" or my sister's personal favorite, "That's interesting... are you going to wear something over/under that?"
Rambo women we certainly were. Refusing to support our physical well being all in the Blessed name of Shopping.
Do not confuse this with Commando shop. Trying on clothes with no underpants is just NASTY!
Ewww.
But I did Rambo shop. Especially when I was with my mother and sister. We would set off at some AM time and travel a half hour to an hour away because everybody knows that it is hard to find clothes in Mac town. Anyway... we would set off on a LIS/SIS operation. (long inseam/short inseam) Pants were the goal and we were going to do anything that it took to get them.
Upon arrival we would relieve ourselves of the soda that we had consumed in transit. That my friends is the last time we would see a bathroom for the next 8-10 hours.
The next 3 hours would be spent following my little sister around trying on sizes that I couldn't get my left calf into.
All by itself.
Alone.
Then she would find sweet success in a store for tiny people with short legs, and the search for the 36" inseam pants would begin. After several strike outs I would wind up with something akin to capri's and resign myself to what would would become the 6 1/2 year search for khaki pants. (Seriously... from my junior year of high school to my first year of teaching I searched for khaki pants. Gap On Line $19.99 my saving grace.)
After the Three to Four hour search for long pants my mother would walk into Christopher and Banks, and at this point my sister and I would set up a fox whole in the dressing room next door to hers and would randomly comment on the nasty leftover fast food we found under the bench in the dressing room. Food that could only be seen when laying on the bench with legs up in the air resting on the wall.
I will have you know that my legs were up in the air in order to drain the blood that had collected in my swollen feet back to my head.
27 tops and 15 pants try ons later one of us declares mission accomplished, and we all decide that our throbbing heads must mean that our blood sugar levels have hit rock bottom along with our spirits. We would then head to a restaurant where we would go straight to the bathroom and then to our booth. Food would then be consumed in glorious quantities and we would travel home exhausted and victorious.
Victorious we would show dad our purchases in all of their glory and he would say his usual "Well, that's neat." and "I like that's" or my sister's personal favorite, "That's interesting... are you going to wear something over/under that?"
Rambo women we certainly were. Refusing to support our physical well being all in the Blessed name of Shopping.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Oooooo I'm mad
So,
Last year I wrote a grant for $2,500 and I actually got it. I have been anxiously awaiting my instruments arrival. I have also been calling and e-mailing the company to see why I don't have them yet.
They haven't contacted me to let me know why I don't have them.
I found out today it is because they lost the purchase order, and now I have to wrangle the SEF to send another purchase order.
I swear never to order from this company again. Grrrrrr. If I buy from them it will be in person. IN PERSON!!!
THE END
Last year I wrote a grant for $2,500 and I actually got it. I have been anxiously awaiting my instruments arrival. I have also been calling and e-mailing the company to see why I don't have them yet.
They haven't contacted me to let me know why I don't have them.
I found out today it is because they lost the purchase order, and now I have to wrangle the SEF to send another purchase order.
I swear never to order from this company again. Grrrrrr. If I buy from them it will be in person. IN PERSON!!!
THE END
Monday, August 25, 2008
No words
Ok,
You know when you meet a kid and at first you think, Hm... cute kid but a little dense. Then after a while you think, Hm.... this kid is still cute but a few fries short of a happy meal. Then after an entire year of interaction something happens that seals the deal. This kid is cute... but seriously... Nothing capital N is happening upstairs. Nada.
Zip.
Ok, Mrs. Music is teaching first grade. We are watching a clip of Louis Armstrong because he is our composer of August. Anyway this little guy leans over and whispers,
"Teacher, (because he can't remember my name, not even my unmarried name)Why do you like music?"
"I Don't know, (I reply) But I love it. I really do love music."
"Oh," (he says his eyes lighting as if he has grasped a new level of knowledge)
"That is why they call you the music teacher~!"
Wow.
After a year and a month of me teaching him music he figures out that they call me the music teacher because I like music.
Wow.
You know when you meet a kid and at first you think, Hm... cute kid but a little dense. Then after a while you think, Hm.... this kid is still cute but a few fries short of a happy meal. Then after an entire year of interaction something happens that seals the deal. This kid is cute... but seriously... Nothing capital N is happening upstairs. Nada.
Zip.
Ok, Mrs. Music is teaching first grade. We are watching a clip of Louis Armstrong because he is our composer of August. Anyway this little guy leans over and whispers,
"Teacher, (because he can't remember my name, not even my unmarried name)Why do you like music?"
"I Don't know, (I reply) But I love it. I really do love music."
"Oh," (he says his eyes lighting as if he has grasped a new level of knowledge)
"That is why they call you the music teacher~!"
Wow.
After a year and a month of me teaching him music he figures out that they call me the music teacher because I like music.
Wow.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Don't you hate it
Don't you hate it when you get a good idea for a blog, and then your life gets so busy that you can't remember your good idea a all?
Me Too.
Not only is it a good idea, but it also has an awesome catchy title which is sure to make all Internets who are not regular readers stop and glance after hitting the random "next blog" button.
Really stinks.
Just like my classroom.
"Like School Corn."
As in "Mrs. Music, Why does your classroom smell like school corn?"
Indeed, I do not know.
Me Too.
Not only is it a good idea, but it also has an awesome catchy title which is sure to make all Internets who are not regular readers stop and glance after hitting the random "next blog" button.
Really stinks.
Just like my classroom.
"Like School Corn."
As in "Mrs. Music, Why does your classroom smell like school corn?"
Indeed, I do not know.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
School Daze
You know that old song "School Days?"
Well, I don't either.
But I do know that I wouldn't have named it "School Days" I would have named it "School Daze." Because it does seem like the beginning of school is a daze.
I am using my shorter than short lunch break to type this (10 minutes to scarf down food, and 10 minutes to communicate with the 10 Internets out there who read this blog.)
So far I have had an excellent fifth grade beginning.
A par for the course second grade start.
A troubling third grade kick off.
And in kindergarten town little Susie Sunshine announced that,
"This is boring"
I wanted to say, "Duh, of course it is boring. We are learning how to make a circle because average child IQ has dropped an approximately 50 percent and you my dear are the only student in class whose parents both played with her which put you in the top 90 percent in class and did not teach her common manners."
Instead I said, "Why little Susie Sunshine, that is not a very kind thing to say, and we will move on to more fun things in just a moment." (in the happiest fake voice you ever did hear."
All in all not a bad day, especially since this year the kindergartners actually made a circle on their second try!
Astounding
Well, I don't either.
But I do know that I wouldn't have named it "School Days" I would have named it "School Daze." Because it does seem like the beginning of school is a daze.
I am using my shorter than short lunch break to type this (10 minutes to scarf down food, and 10 minutes to communicate with the 10 Internets out there who read this blog.)
So far I have had an excellent fifth grade beginning.
A par for the course second grade start.
A troubling third grade kick off.
And in kindergarten town little Susie Sunshine announced that,
"This is boring"
I wanted to say, "Duh, of course it is boring. We are learning how to make a circle because average child IQ has dropped an approximately 50 percent and you my dear are the only student in class whose parents both played with her which put you in the top 90 percent in class and did not teach her common manners."
Instead I said, "Why little Susie Sunshine, that is not a very kind thing to say, and we will move on to more fun things in just a moment." (in the happiest fake voice you ever did hear."
All in all not a bad day, especially since this year the kindergartners actually made a circle on their second try!
Astounding
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