It is long, but hang in there... cause it is bizarre enough to be interesting.

Last night was an interesting night. The wind was pounding on the south side of the building where my bedroom is. I was frustrated because the storm window in my bedroom is loose so it banged against the window casing almost all night long.

I fell asleep around 10:00 and somewhere around 1:30 started to dream this dream:

I was in my parents’ house with a bunch of vagabond looking children. One of them was one of my fourth grade students and in my dream he was my brother.

(He is Asian, which I thought was appropriate since my sister in real life is Asian. Anyway… in real life he has been having nose bleeds, and I must have been concerned about it because...)

I dreamed that he had had a bad nose bleed and had bled all over his shirt and on my clothing as well. I fixed up his nose and took his cloths upstairs to wash out the blood. I rinsed my shirt as well. I distinctly remember the blood mixing with the water and trickling down the drain. Suddenly I felt the need to hurry and get dressed again because I had to take my little brother with me to fight for Batman against the Joker…

(“WHAT~!” You are thinking… but just roll with me… it gets better.)

So, I get brother all ready to go and we go outside. The entire time I am fearing for my life. Suddenly we are met by three girls who are part of the Joker’s team. We fight them for a long time. Dodging futuristic weapons and using no weapons of our own because we haven’t met up with Batman yet to get our weapons. Finally I knocked a force blasting gun out of one girls hand and instead of shooting it, I hit her under the chin with it so hard that she flew up into the air and out into the atmosphere. I can still picture what she looked like floating aimlessly in the universe.

(cause I could see that with my naked eyes right where I was standing with my fake little brother in my parents front lawn.)

The other two henchgirls ran away after I knocked their teammate to the moon. Which gave me just enough time to figure out how to work my force blaster.

I say force blaster because there is no other word for it. It didn’t shoot bullets. It was very similar to the stunning guns that the alliance uses in the TV show Firefly. It shoots out force fields which knock out and disarm my opponents. I finally figured out how to work my force blaster. I was forgetting to cock the gun before I pulled the trigger.

(Go figure, a wii can shoot without begin cocked, but a force blaster… not a chance.)

After I solved the problem with the force blaster, I took my little brother and we set out for a taxi. We got into a taxi, but the inside was HUGE and filled with the henchpeople of super villains/heroes. I was plotting with my batman team, when I saw my “childhood friend” Christopher sitting plotting with Joker’s henchyouth.

Our eyes met in an “I will defeat you” moment and then our gaze softened as we remembered all of the good childhood times we had together.

(Now if any of you are following… Christopher is my fiancé and we were not childhood friends, but I guess for the purposes of my dream, my mind created him into a childhood friend. WEIRD!!!)

So at the same time we realized that we were in love. “So” he said, (and then he said something that I can’t remember) and then we kissed. We kissed passionately.

It was very wet.

(I might as well get some good kissin in my dreams… Right?)

Ahem…

We decided (after the kissing) that we would be on the same team, and that Christopher would come over to Batman’s side, but only after we had a chance for him to work as a double agent.

Our taxi pulled up in front of a large old building with multiple stories. We got there just in time to see Batman and Joker fighting. We climbed up inside of the building and I saw Pirate Man (I don’t know where he came from. He isn't even a superhero) and Penguin who were just about to come to Batman’s aid. (which is also strange since Penguin is an enemy of Batman in real life.)

Christopher, my fake little brother, and I jumped out into the open ready to fight and suddentlyyy………….

The storm window banged against the casing of my bedroom wall and I awoke from my dream poised sideways in bed as if I was going to shoot the Joker right in the back with my force blaster.

Well,

What did you dream about last night?

Whoop new template

Well, My attention span is shortening just like my tolerance for the same template for my blog. I wish that I was savvy enough to create my own template... but alas I will have to rely on those computer smart guys to think of things for me.

Anyway. Last night I ran to Chris' then Chris and I walked/ran for a LONG time. I found out that I don't use my hip flexor muscles in Zoomba, and they were in need of a work out. We ate dinner and started planning our church service for next week. It is looking promising. His job in planning is to be a liturgical genius and transition savvy, and my job it to make sure that the chords are in the right Key/Place and to sing random Christmas songs out of the Mennonite Hymnal because I couldn't find any other songs announcing Jesus birth.

It was beauteous, or at least I thought so till the hymnal was snatched from me like a lizard snatches a bug.

I did however find the sending song all by myself. Even though I thought that it was "Sweet victory in Jesus", before I realized that it was "I love to tell the story of unseen things above." They have similar beginnings. Mennonites are complicated.

After church-ing we played some Wii, and Chris killed me at tanks and I killed him at pool.

The real fun began when our score was tied 5-5 and we decided that it was best to end on an even note because both of us are too competitive. I decided that I wanted to create some new wii's.

I made my sister first. I couldn't get her face exactly right, but I am pretty sure I got the right size. She is twice as thin as I am and a whole head shorter. That makes her the tiniest Wii possible. It is so fun to watch her bop around the screen with husband Le, who I made next.

The most fun to make was Bob Ross. That's right, If you play baseball on my Wii you might just wind up at bat with Bob Ross.

Chris said that he wants to create the cast of American Idol next. His goal is to make Ryan Seecrest as little as my sister...

Fast and Slow

I have been engaged for three months and a two weeks.

Some of the time has gone fast. Correction the first two months went fast. Suddenly there is a lull in the time space continuum. It is as if time has ceased at three months and the next three will never happen.

Hmmm

I refuse to count down. Count downs are for new years and other frivolous holidays not weddings. I refuse to spend my days waiting for better/other/newer days. I don't want to wake up one morning and find that I have wished for each weekend or event so badly that I didn't take time to live during the "every day."

How am I going to accomplish living during the "every day"?

Well working world, How do you live during the "every day"?

Wii will Wii will rock you!

Guess what happened yesterday........

I called Target yesterday and asked them my usual question, "Hi, can I speak to someone in electronics?" "Do you have the nintendo Wii in stock?" They normally say, no we don't.

Four months people!

But yesterday they said YES!

So, I called Chris and told him that there was a wii at Target, and that he should go right then and get it. He told me, "I can't go now, it is a really bad time, I can maybe go later." So I resigned myself to teaching the rest of my afternoon classes with the knowledge that we probably just lost out at our once in four moths chance at a wii. Anyway... I didn't hear back from Christopher, so I called Target after school and they told me that THEY STILL HAD ONE!!!

I jumped in my car and went as fast as I could. I got there, and there was one left. It wasn't even out on the shelf. It was still in the back room. I texted Chris and said, "Tell me if you found one cause I am going to buy one in 5 minutes." I bought it and another controller, and then texted Chris telling him of the conquer of my spoils. I had been hunting for so long it felt good to finally get to purchase my sought after wii.

Christopher called me after school and I told him again of my purchase.
"No you didn't." he said.
"YES" I almost yelled.
"Well good cause I got one two." He told me with exasperation in his voice. "You mean that I busted my butt to get out of work to buy you a Wii, and you went and got one yourself?" He stated.
"Yes. You should check your phone." I quipped.

That's right, After waiting through 4 months of calling Wal-mart and Target about three times a week and finding nothing we suddenly had TOO many WII's.

So, we called our video gaming friends to see if they were in search of one, and when they weren't we took our EXTRA WII BACK TO THE STORE.

Oh yes... we did. So if there are any of you who are looking for, and can not find, there is a Wii at target in the northern town of the middle of the middle of Kansas.

How young they learn

I have been working on building a relationship with three girls from the fifth grade. They are girls who give teachers headaches with their constant chatter and fifth grade girl pettiness. They stayed after school last week to help me get my room ready for carnival and we had an interesting conversation about girls, boys, girls and boys, parents, phones, and listening to other people's ideas. It was quality time, and honestly it has helped me in my classes this week.

Anyway, This morning I took a little extra time with my hair (which is as long as it has been in a WHILE) and curled it with my new three barrel roller. It is not a curling iron per say, but more like a ginormous crimper that doesn't make crimps it makes waves. I like it a lot, and it is somewhat satisfying my life long desire for naturally curly hair.

A fifth grade boy walked in with his class this morning and said, "Miss. Music, what did you do to your hair? It looks weird." I told him, "I got a different iron."

One of my fifth grade girls walked up to me, put her hands on my shoulders in a somewhat comforting way and with an encouraging tone of voice said, "He might of said that it was weird, but at least he noticed and that's good."

frost

This morning I woke up and wanted to demand spring. One way to demand spring is to dress for spring right? Now some times people can wear skirts in the winter, so I decided that a skirt just would not do to truly demand spring.

I settled on a lovely light-weight short-sleeved blue sweater, white linen pants, and silver sandals with a little kitten heal.

I had to scrape FROST off of my car windows today. IN APRIL. FROST.

Grrrrr

At least I look good.

Monday

I am tired.
The weather changed today.
The kids were loud today, but they were controllable.
(I didn't have to outsource my classroom management to a Ninja.)

I had a good weekend.
Any weekend that includes more than one game of Hand and Foot is a good weekend.

Two observations from this weekend:
1 Captain Crunch Berries do taste good, but they do not make good beard ornaments.
2 Pranks cereal is not a good substitute for Trix Cereal.

Television

I don't have much to say really, but I want to post so that I have a little record of some of the things that I was doing at this point in my life.

We have about seven weeks of school left, and that is with no breaks added. (Yuck, no breaks is no fun) How did we get a day off each month for the rest of the year, and none in the last two months... the hardest of all?

I am completely interested in this season of American Idol. I have a feeling that it will be:
Brooke, David, David, and Carly/Michael in the top four. I can't decide who will beat out who between Carly and Michael since I think that the same kind of people are voting for both of them. The other one who may not get there is Brooke, just because her voice is not as powerful as the guys and Carly's. She is, in my opinion, one of the better musicians though and deserves to make final four.

I watched the first show of this season of Hell's Kitchen last night. It was completely painful to watch. You would think with all of the cooks in America they would be able to get more competent looking people on those shows. The opening show had 28 beeped out F's in it and the scenes from next week had two more for a grand total of 30 F's for the evening. Where I was raised, people could cook without F's. How bout you?

On a brighter note, This month is Jazz Appreciation Month! So go to your local library and get some Jazz music to jam to.

Vision

I had an interesting weekend. If you have been reading or have any touch with my life, you will know that last year I moved to a new place to start a new job. I have a new room mate and at Christmas a new Fiance. All of these new things had changed my way of thinking without me knowing it.

I have always been a person with a large imagination and a will to make those things which I imagine come into being. This past year I have lost my imagination and without knowing it I have also lost my vision. This weekend I got some of that back. Christopher and I had an interesting night on Saturday, and we broke through a large communication wall. He helped me see some things that I had been too distracted to see. In being distracted, I had lost the ability to look ahead to the future and see the possibilities there. I was just seeing bleak options and failure in our current location.

Then on Sunday the pastor talked about how Vision is just hope with a Blue Plan. How true that is. I can hope for things, and with a Blue Plan I can make those things happen. With a vision I don't have to get stuck looking at the ground where I am standing. I can look from this place to a place I want to be. That is a wonderful thing.

I Pray,

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

READ THIS!

So,
I have many times said that you should read what bigmama writes, but this time I have a specific audience. It is directed to the female sex, those of us who take the extra time to worry about lots of stuff, those of us who are pondering the future, and those of us who just want some answers.

Read it please and know her heart, and know my heart, and know your own heart.


http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2008/03/27/pressing-on/

Misty Morning

This morning we had a staff meeting, which means that there was precipitation today. During the winter, there was always snow on Staff Meeting Mornings. Now that it is FINALLY spring, it is a misty morning. I love the misty mornings though. They are some of my favorites. I love that feeling of the air being cool and fresh. The air is moist enough to drink, but it is not hot enough to feel like a sauna.

Ahhhhh....

I hope that the misty morning is a prediction of a good day.

Off to Kindergarten and the Very Hungry Caterpillar. "He ate through one apple...two..."

Can't find a church

Hi,
Sometime I worry, which is a sin, and it is funny because I worry about stuff like why "We can't find a church."

We have looked high (on the hill) we have looked low (way out on state street) we have looked in the middle (mid central part o town). We have tracked, trodded, tripped, tried, and become tired.

Does this mean that we shouldn't be here?

GRRRR I can't put into words how much I hate that question.

Poop!

The Thoughts in Chuck's Lounge

Tere is refusing to cook all of next week. She says that she has enough left overs to feed an army.

Kathy said that her kindergartners are confused as to why she died her hair.

Megan does not want to eat her lunch, or any other food for that matter. She is already big enough (Megan is having a baby and is looking quite round)

Amanda's personal trainer is writing her up on an exercise plan... She wants to loose 15 lbs and tone the leftovers from pregnancy.

Deanna just wants to make sure that everyone signs the sheet proving that they were at the in service so that they can get paid.

Becca wants the jerk she met a couple of weeks ago to stop texting her.

Gina is sick, and wants to go home.

and:

Shawn is counting down the days left of school. There are 47 including our end of the year work day.

I am wondering if I can send an entire third grade class to Green Land And 2 fifth grade classes to Siberia?

Today I was almost pantsed

Do you remember the fear of getting pants-ed in Gym class. You made sure you tied the drawstring cord very tight in your little uniform PE shorts. Luckily I was never pants-ed in Gym. I was pants-ed in Volleyball, but that was somehow OK because Volleyball is just girls.

Anyway... I was in the hall at school and the Inter Related students (students with severe and multiple disorders) got back from bowling. One fifth grade student stopped me to tell me that he did a good job bowling today. It was hard to understand him because of his mental condition, but I gave him a Hi Five and congratulated him on his personal best. Then he gave me a hug. The hug didn't end there. He went from a hugging position standing to a hugging position around my ankles without letting go. It was something akin to sliding down a wide fire pole. Luckily I had a long undershirt on, and I grabbed my pants as he was on the way down. I saved my butt (literally) by just a few inches.

While he was down around my feet he made some inappropriate motions with his pelvis. (Oh yes... he did... ahem)

I sternly told him that "No, You may NOT do that!" and he got up and went to his classroom.

Little did I know that someone would try to pull down my pants and well... ahem.

Is it Thursday, Because that was certainly inappropriate, but it makes for a good story.

Eye of the Tiger

Here is the deal,
My town had a teacher induction program much like other districts. Basically it consists of a mentoring program which is good, and a bunch of other mindless paperwork which is not good. Our last meeting is coming up WAHOO, and for this meeting each of the new teachers has to give a positive presentation of what they learned/what happened during their first year of teaching.

There are four new teachers at my school this year, and the beauty of it is that three of us graduated from the same little college and lived together my sophomore year. We know a lot about each other and we decided to work on the project together. We are making a music video for our program, because there is no other cool way to deal with this presentation. We have chosen the song Eye of the Tiger. Filming normal situations in school started about 2 weeks ago, and next Monday we are all going to get our 80's on and do some shots of us "working out" and "teaching our kids." There will be no students involved in this process. We are going to clip in our 80's footage into the regular footage that we already have.

I am wondering... What should I wear? I have an afro, and I know that it's 70's, but seriously... I have an afro.

What else should I wear?

How much does it matter

I am an American Idol fan. As I watched the show last night, I wondered. How much do the judges comments matter in the outcome of the show. Last night's turn out was in complete agreement of the judges thoughts, but in other seasons... that has not been the case.
This has been the hardest season to predict. Normally I can pick out the top 4 or 5 contestents out of the top 20 or so, but this season it is anybody's ball game. I think that the rest of America may feel the same way I do. All of the contestents are differenc and for the most part all of them are extremely gifted.
So, Congradulations Simon Paula and Randy, this is the time when your comments matter the most. Because no one can REALLY judge past those obvious week links who will be "The Next American Idol."

P.S. The new stage is cool, but the intro.... Really? And it cost HOW MUCH?

That's all.

P.P.S. I am totally loving Brook. Not the best singer, but definately one of the better artists.

Shhhhh No TALKING!

Yesterday I had First and Second Grade programs. I was super impressed with my second grader's behavior for both the performance and the dress rehearsal in front of the school.

I was less than impressed with my first grades' behavior for the dress rehearsal. They talked in between songs, and they talked during songs. So after the dress rehearsal I went back to their classrooms and explained to them how important it is to not talk during programs. I finished the speech by having them put their right hands in the air and their left hands on their nose.

"Repeat after me" I said.

"I Promise" - "I Promise"
"That I" - "That I"
"Will not" - "Will not"
"Talk in between songs" - "Talk in between songs"
"and if I do" - "and if I do"
"I will let" - "I will let"
"Miss Music" - "Miss Music"
"Cut my nose off" - "Cut....WHAT!?!?!?!"
That was met by a chorus of "Miss Music are you really going to cut our noses off?"
"Yes." I answered
"Really?" They questioned
"No" I said
"Really?"
"No I am not kidding." I stated
"YOU ARE REALLY GOING TO CUT MY NOSE OFF!?!?!" They exclaimed
"Yes." I said.
"Miss Music, if you cut my nose off will I die?" they wondered.
"No." I stated.

Then I left the room.

Always keep them guessing.... And Lie. It keeps them interested.

High School Again?? O Dear...

Wow,
It was hard to wake up this morning. I was having weird dreams again, two nights in a row. I remember the one from last night. I was forced to go back to high school. It was almost like we all got taken back in time, and we couldn't exactly remember what life was like before we were taken back. I remember coming to school (looking like I did in High school) wearing one of my old favorite pairs of jeans, and remembering that I had to change into a skirt or I would get in trouble. I got a skirt out of my old locker (which always has a combination in my dreams, even though I never had one in high school) and went to the bathroom to change. The entire time I am thinking "I know that I am independent, I live on my own, I have a job, I can't remember that job, but I should not be here." But then I would see someone looking like they looked in High school, and I would think... Hmmm that must have been a dream. (But it was really real life)

I looked for my class with my friend Shauna. We found them in Mr. Loewen's room, but it wasn't Mr. Loewens room. It was Mrs. Kaufman's room, and Mr. Nelson was the teacher there. We had a bunch of food in the room. There was breakfast food, and lunch food, and supper food, and desert. Amy got up and made herself a salad stating, "Well if no one else is going to eat this, I am going to." I got up and got a muffin and a banana. Then I sat back down in a desk that had to be adjusted to my height because my knees wouldn’t fit. I sat down by a couple of guys that could only be known as “the good old boys who never worked on anything in high school…or at least it seemed like that.” My arch nemesis sat on my other side, and within the first minute of me sitting down, he included me in conversation was nice, polite, and friendly. I should have taken that clue that it was a dream.

Anyway… Nelson gets up to make an announcement. He starts off with, “I know that some of you are confused as to why you are here. It has been a while since you have been here and I won’t waste any time in getting back to….”

That is all that I remember. I think I woke up, possibly screaming because of the thought of having to go through the awkwardness of my sophomore, junior, and senior year because that dream sure zapped me back to the beginning of my sophomore year.

Jesus Works Music Miracles

Even in the music classroom, miracles can happen. I just got an e-mail about a grant I wrote earlier in the year for $2,715.00. I didn't expect to even get half, because well, that is a lot of money in the world of education. The e-mail is as follows:

The Allocations Committee has met and will fund your grant request. Yes, complete funding! We would like for you to put Tuesday, March 25 on your calendar for a reception honoring our new grant recipients and the new LIFT recipients. The reception is from 4-5:00 and the presentation of the grant and LIFT recipients will be made first thing on the BOE’s agenda.

Letters are going in the pony today—but wanted to share the good news with you now. We are excited to sponsor your great project.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT!?!?!

That money is going to make it possible to use Orff instruments in my classroom! I no longer have to have five students per instrument!!! I have enough instruments for a full score orchestration!!! WOW~!

SWEET MUSIC IN THE WORLD OF MISS MUSIC!

Can't make myself work

I can't seem to make myself get stuff done. I am becomming quite the procrastinator. It is not a healthy habbit to be a procrastinator. I have seen at first hand what procrastination can do to a person. STRESS much STRESS.

So, I am going to go enter grades... Yes that is what I will do...

Or I might go check out some blogs.

I AM SO BAD!

Yesterday my head hurt

I had a headache yesterday at 6:20am that got worse and peaked from 4:30-9:15 when I went to sleep. It was possibly the worst headache I have ever had. I woke up this morning and gingerly took my head off of the pillow. It did not hurt and still does not, but I am going to be extremely careful with my actions for the rest of the day.

No Shouting at Children~!

Sub part 2: AS IF THIS SUB THING COULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN ANY WORSE!

I just came back from Chuck’s lounge and found out that my Tuesday sub had also outraged the third graders as well as the fourth graders, and here’s how.

The third graders were playing a review game, and they were split into two sides. She gave the contestants only 15 seconds to answer and then she counted them wrong. She didn’t help them with the material, and to top it all off. SHE GAVE THE WINNING TEAM SUCKERS!!! YES SHE APPARENTLY FOUND THE SUCKERS AND GAVE THEM OUT TO THE THIRD GRADERS WHO WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET SUCKERS!!!

When I told this to the teacher I sat with at lunch she told me, “Well she gave my kids suckers.”

WHAT!?>!?!!)(*&#$)(EOF(#)(*#$)(&@#)(*&%)(*#$$

“Yah,” she said “when I came in she said, well team 1 wins and she gave team 1 all suckers.”

Let me show you my sub plans for this class.

RECORDER REVIEW
The students have been playing recorders for a while now, and they have some songs that they can play. Have students choose songs to play from the pages that we have worked on.

The overheads for our pages are located in the red folder under the overhead projector. It says recorder on it.

They may choose songs from pages 6-11. Songs on page 11 are very new.

You will need to count off four beats before the students play.
You will need to snap the steady beat while the students are playing to keep them on track.
You, or other students, may point to the note that is being played with the long black pointer on the ledge of the board. (If you do have a pointer, make sure it is someone who can keep a steady beat and point to the correct note.)

Is there a review game anywhere in sight in those sub plans? Is there mention of a team? Is there mention of ANYTHING LIKE SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE THE WORD SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOX that is her last name, I don’t know the first name of my sub, but students call her MRS FOX.

Well, let me tell you a thing or two MRS FOX. I agonize over my sub plans. I stare at them for 45 minutes after I have taken 4 hours to write them just so that they will be easy to understand and work with. I was a sub. I know that a sub needs good plans, and goll darn it my plans are good. If you,,, O HIGH AND MIGHTY ONE SENT TO ME FROM RUBY AT THE BOARD OFFICE have a problem with the fact that I LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN MY CLASSROOM, then LET ME KNOW IN A NOTE!!! I am bossy by nature, THAT IS WHY I AM A TEACHER!!!! Don’t give my students candy with peanuts that could CAUSE THEM TO SWELL BEYOND RECOGNITION. And don’t MAKE UP FOR A STUPID MISTAKE BY FEADIN MY STUDENTS THE SUCKERS THAT YOU WERE TWO IMPOTENT TO FIND IN THE FIRST PLACE. AND DON’T LET 3RD GRADERS TALK YOU INTO GIVING YOU CANDY!!! IT IS STUPID. And most importantly DON’T MAKE EVERY LESSON INTO A REVIEW GAME JUST BECAUSE IT IS EASY TO CLASSROOM MANAGE THEM!!!!!

I am going to ask my fourth graders what happened in class with MRS FOX and I may write another post for the day.

I have already have requested that MRS FOX not come to my classroom AGAIN.

Beware subs, my students tattle.

Beware subs, my students will tell.

I just got back from a two day sick/two day conference week, which meant I was at school on Wednesday last week, which explains my absence from posting. How’s that for a long sentence with terrible structure???

Anyway, One of my fifth grade classes came into the room today, and a student (Cody) who normally gives me no end of grief asked me,

“Miss Music, Where were you last week???”

I said, “Well, I had the flue on Monday and Tuesday and then I worked on Wednesday and then had a conference on Thursday and Friday.” I went on to talk a little bit about how I was sorry that they had not gotten a chance to teach the lessons they have been working on, and a student raised their hand and said,

“We had to do a lot of boring stuff.”

I thought to myself, I liked music bingo when I was little…I still like bingo. Heck people of all ages like bingo… do children of this day really think that bingo is boring?

Cody piped up, “Yah and the sub was MEAN! I got a bingo, and I tried to read it back to her, and I forgot what the bass clef was called so she told me that NOPE I couldn’t get the candy for the bingo, and that I couldn’t get another bingo! And I didn’t even want the candy because it was in her hand, and her hand was sweaty and it made the candy soggy and it was Gross!”

This was met by a chorus of loud affirmations from the rest of Cody’s indignant class members.

I was more than a little confused, How can sweaty palms make suckers soggy?

Another student said, “And she only did give out like four M&M’s when she did give candy!”

HOLD IT, HOLD ON, WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT M&M’S I thought. I had suckers. The lesson plan said suckers. The apple on my desk with the sticky note on it that says SUCKERS is full of SUCKERS!!!

“Where did she get the M&M’s?” I asked them…

Irving proudly walked over to my desk corner (where he is not aloud) and opened my middle drawer (which he is not supposed to do) and removed my emergency stash of dark chocolate peanut M&M’s. “FROM HERE!!!” he nearly shouted.

“She was supposed to give you suckers!” I exclaimed. “This apple is full of suckers, and that was supposed to be when you got a bingo, and I didn’t tell her that you had to read them all back correctly… She was supposed to help you and teach you when you forgot something, not take away your bingo! I am so sorry that it was so terrible.”

In my head I am thinking: WHAT THE CRAP!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT SHE GAVE THEM M&M’S WITH PEANUTS IN THEM!!! HAS SHE EVER BEEN IN A SCHOOL BUILDING BEFORE!?!?! WE CANT EVEN SERVE PEANUTBUTTER SANDWICHES IN THE LUNCH ROOM BECAUSE OF ALLERGIES! WE HAVE SUNBUTTER SANDWITCHES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. AND NOW MY SUB IS HANDING OUT PEANUT CANDY!!! AM I GONNA GET SUED???

The thought that followed was as urgent as this.

EMERGENCY M&M STASH IS GONE!!!

Cody raised his hand to call me back to earth and said, “All that I have to say is… we are glad you’re back.”

Suddenly it didn’t matter so much that all of my M&M’s were gone. Maybe this fifth grade class will appreciate me more now that they see that the alternative could be much worse.

Sister

Happy Birthday sister of me! Toast to 21 years of life on the earth. Toast to all that we learn in 21 years. Toast to all that we will learn in the next approximately 60 years. Toast to having 1/4 of life's toils over. Toast to experiencing 21 years of joys. As you begin your 22nd year, remember that in the past 21 I have been there, and I plan on being there in the next 60.

Jen

Was that a Joke?

Today in one of my third grade classes I asked the students... (while pointing to a metalliphone)

"This is a metalliphone, and why do you suppose it is called a metalliphone?

"Because it is made out of metal" Kid says

"That's right, because it is made out of metal. (pointing to a xylophone) This is a Xylophone, and why do you suppose it is called a xylophone,"

"Because it is made of wood" Alvaro piped up

"That's right, because it is made of Xylo" I replied...

"Ooooo... what is xylo?" asked Alvaro...

"It's a joke... Duh" Anna Said

"Miss hope... was that a joke?" Alvaro...

"Yes."

Oooo. Alvaro nodded his head as a glimmer of understanding blinked in the distance.

Is it Friday yet?

The Man on the Other End of the Line

Today I talked with a man on the other side of the USA. It was a simple conversation about the whats and what nots of reserving a short term apartment in Boston for this summer. His web page was down, and I needed to get the reserving done, so we resorted to the good old telephone.

We were both on cell phones, but he hung up and called back on a land line... I don't know why. He told me, but I couldn't hear through the thick accent.

He seemed like a nice guy. He was genuinely interested in the fact that his web page was down, and he kindly took care of my need to plan things MONTHS in advance.

Speaking of planning things months in advance... I am convinced that I could plan a wedding in 1 month. Yes mam/sir I could do it, and probably even work a full time job while doing so. The hardest part of it would be the invitations, because it takes some effort to gather the address of EVERYONE significant from your ENTIRE life. But other than that, it can be done.

The problem is the rest of the world. Can you believe these people who think that one must plan their wedding a year to two years in advance? I have 6 months, and people make comments to me about having a "short" engagement. Who do they think I am Droopy the slow moving detective cartoon who chugs out 5 words a minute? No, I am an efficient, determined, task oriented, exhausted woman of 24 who is out to make some progress. That is why I glued ribbon to paper for 2 HOURS last night. It is the fault of those people who book their whoever (cake, photo, church, pastor, dress, meal) 16 months in advance that those of us are FORCED to be engaged for 6 months when we just want to get married YESTERDAY.

This post went in a totally different direction than I was planning. Heh, kind of like life sometimes right?

I am out.

Don't Let Tere Come For You

Set up the scene:

It is February 13th, the day before parent teacher conferences and a four day weekend for students. The temperature in the room is on the warm side because these students know that the weekend is coming tomorrow and they only have one hour left of the school day. We are working on program music so all students have come to their seating arrangements and are, for the most part, ready to work. I attain quiet in the room, point out our agenda, and start our first song.

Suddenly the door at the back of the room opens. The sound is not loud, but it not soft. It is a firm purposeful opening of a door but also an opening that is not to be disturbing to more than one student. This one student hears the door open and his eyes open just a little bit wider.

I know, but I keep teaching.

Tere enters the room, a wonderful woman full of wisdom, knowledge, and the personality of one who has been teaching in the public school system for 20+ years. She moves with confident strides her magenta and black skirt swishing around her socked and Birkenstocked ankles.

I keep teaching.

Students who were not aware of her presence are now well aware that she is in the room, and that she is coming for someone.... someone who may not know that she is even there for them. But, that someone knows and is desperately trying to concentrate on being the best little musician he can be before being seized by Tere.

I keep teaching.

As Tere reaches her target she touches him on the shoulder. He turns to protest, but is not given the chance. She looks him in the eye with the look that only a Mother can give, takes him by the hand, and commandingly leads him from the room.

I keep teaching.

As the door clicks shut with the quiet loudness of impending doom, students turn to continue singing the song. There is a question in there eyes, "Will we ever see the Target of Tere again?" And the question lingers in the suddenly chilly air.

I keep teaching.

Valentines Day

So,
Valentines Day cometh again. It cometh every year; some to haunt, some to encourage, some to fill with emotion, and some to cram a schedule.

I am the later. I am the one who always has some stupid obligation to fulfill on Valentines Day. In fact within the three Valentine Days that I have been with Christopher, every one has been full to the brim with commitments and other such nonsense.

Last year I had the Phonathon, and Christopher had class...
The year before I had class.

You would think that professors of the collegiate world would care about valentines day a little more, since those of us who had someone to "Valentine" with were a little more serious about our valentining than we had been at younger ages. But no, they do not.

I am finding that Elementary schools are a little more forgiving... For the students. Not for the teachers. OR their parents. Yes, we have Parent Teacher Conferences on Valentines day, and in the evening until 7:30.

YUCK!!! Who wants to hear about their child's behavior/misbehavior on VALENTINES DAY!?!?!

No one, that's who, And what teacher even wants to think about their brood of 20-30-425 students on Valentines Day evening

No one, that's who,

But until USD Blankity blank blank can gets their act together... we will have conferences on Valentines day evening, and Christopher will again sit home by him self pining for the sight of my smiling face.

Good things are worth the wait

So,
As I get older, I am really learning that good things are worth the wait. I had to wait till I was an eighth grader to attend a school with more people than just my sister. I had to wait till I was 18 to go to college. That was worth it. I had to wait till I was 22 to start dating, and that was worth it. I had to wait till I was 24 to get my first teaching job, and that was worth it. And so on and so forth goes life.

So why am I all fired up to know what is next when I know that whatever it is will be worth the wait.

At least I won't have to deal with this for the rest of my life...

Oh, wait...

P.S. Congradulations to those of you who have just made it through a LONG wait.

super bowl commericals

Well, I thought that the commercials this year were not as wonderful as they have been in years past. There were some good ones, and there were some that made me want to crawl into a hole and mourn the state of man kind.

Favorites of mine,
Coca Cola where Stewie and Underdog were fighting for the coca cola bottle and the Charlie Brown balloon got it!
The E-trade commercial where the baby hired a clown with his "Extra Cash" but regretted his choice because he underestimated the "creepy factor"
The Budweiser commercial that was a rocky spoof when the Clydsdale doesn't make the team and then trains for the "big league"
I also loved the car commercial where the squirl was about to get run over and the camera panned to all of the screaming annimals. Very good!

Low points:
The Amp Commercial... Need I say more?
The Sales Genie commercials Both of them, but mostly the one with the pandas

Other than that... CRAP the Giants just scored! If they win, I will not be super happy. And you may not hear from me tomorrow, because I will be mourning the loss of the only NFL team that I have cared about since I was in Elementary school and I liked the Bears because my family thought that it was cute that I could talk like Mike Ditka.

Also, overtime would not be good, because I am in The burro right now, and I don't want to have to drive back So late.

Need I say More?

So, I can not campaign any more for the links that I have on my blog. I believe in what these women and men are writing. If you need more proof that they are good writers who deserve a glance then just take a look at this little paragraph straight from the mouth of Big Mama!

"Well, y’all will probably be as relieved as I was to know that according to some “experts” on the internet, my eyelashes should grow back in six to eight weeks. In the meantime I will be walking around with a naked eye because false eyelashes aren’t really in the cards for me due to the fact that I have the manual dexterity of a monkey with oversized hands that has just finished a bottle of cheap tequila."

Her only fault is the frequent use of the word, "Y'all."

Also, check out Antique Mommy’s post Reaching for Angels. It is pretty awesome.

The only thing I have left to say is, Thank God It's Friday!

Cameras have an odd effect on people

Have you ever noticed what happens in a room when a camera appears. You have to be a good sneaky photographer to get a camera into a room and get some pictures taken before any one notices. For instance, I had to video tape myself a couple of days ago for an evaluation that I had to do for work. The students were acting normal at first because they did not notice the camera. Yet as soon as one of them noticed, the group dynamic changed.

The camera hogs were being hoggy, looking at the camera and yelling "Hi Mom." The shy kids were being bashful, shooting little glances back at the camera and then turning around as quickly as possible with self conscious looks on their little faces.

When I bring out my camera, I have to be so sneaky in order to get actual candid shots of students. Some day I will have to show you some of my hooligans, but for now... You will just have to know that the camera changes their little personalities in a big way.

P.S. There have been four fifthgrade boy office referrals today. I am proud to say that none of them were mine, But I am not saying that I didn't think about it.

He's opening a club

I just had a kindergartner leave my room and in passing say, "Is He invited? Oh, that's what I thought. He's opening a club and him and him and me are invited, but he's not."

I wanted to say, "Well, I am opening a club and he's invited to my club, but not you and him and him." but I didn't.

Why didn't I?

When I was in third grade, I was in a club. It consisted of me, Sabra, Emily, josh, Jake, and Jana. We were the "God's creations club." It was right around the time when Captain planet was the coolest of cool in the newest of new ways. We were all different parts of God's creation. Jake was the plants, Josh was the land animals, Sabrah was the birds, I was the water, Jana was the fish, and I think that Emily might have been the sun but I am not quite sure. I remember we had some sort of salute that was captain planet-esque where we all put our hands together, shouted something, and went to our respective spots on the playground. It was the best of the best, and the rest was the rest.

Maybe that's why I didn't open my own club today. I have already been one of the "In Crowd" and although it was awesome while it lasted, the next time you see someone who is in a different "in crowd" it is hard to swallow.

Some would argue that I have been in the "in crowd" during more days than just third grade at church. Who knows... maybe it was true, but if I was in... I didn't realize it. I was just a goof being myself, and someone brought me along.

So, Here's to the in's and out's of life. May they teach us to stand strong when we are alone and rely on the reliable when we are not.

recorders strike a funny note

So,
I was again teaching a recorder lesson. The class was doing exceptionally well. They are still working on B, A, and G. I have a policy that they get to play once out of turn without a consequence, and the second time they play out of turn they have to walk a lap.

Now... This class has not had to walk any laps so far, but for some reason any time any of them let out the tiniest little squeak in the middle of a rest the whole class jumped a mile high. If they played one peep after the end of the song, they would all look around suspiciously at each other. They were quick to point out each other's out of line peeps.

Anyway, there was a little peep that I chose to ignore, and they all opened their eyes as widely as they could because they all wanted to look as innocent as possible. None of them was going to admit that they had accidental peeped at the wrong time. I looked at them and said,

"Wow, you guys are jumpy! You need a little relaxation in your lives." I immediately turned to start the next song and was counting off, "one, two, ready..." when I heard, "Yah, if we even had a life." It was muttered by a discouraged looking fourth grade boy.

I can't lie, I lost it. It was a complete 14 karate crack up. The rest of the students started to snicker as well, and then we all laughed. I told him, "You win the award for the funnies thing I heard all day!"

I probably shouldn't have said that, because after class he came up to me and asked me, "what is my prize?"

Dakota and I have a good working relationship. I call him out for talking a lot, and he makes me laugh. It is a system of checks and balances and that's all there is to it.

Bad Luck

I have been playing card games all of my life. I usually do alright when I am playing partner games, but if I am on my own I can't ever wind. I have only beaten my sister at Monopoly one time EVER in my life, and it is not for lack of trying. I rarely beat Chris at anything, and I am thinking that I know why.

I have awful luck. I have never won anything except a canvas bag in Florida that says Magic Tree Resort. I guessed how many somethings were in a jar of something. (See how memorable it was.) But other than that, my name is never drawn, and I can't get a good hand dealt to me in cards.

It is not that my hand is always bad, but it is never best. I always wind up somewhere in the low middle of a group, last of two, and third of four. I need an upper for my luck. Last night my luck was so bad that I dropped an entire box of double 14 dominoes, and that was even before starting to play.

Get this, we weren't even playing dominoes, we were playing cards.

The only time I have ever won anything fare and square was when I was learning to play poker with a group of friends. I won almost all of the candy corns that we were betting with. Yet, even the victory of that was dampened by the fact that Shane bit off all of the white tips of my candy corns when I wasn't looking.

With each loss, my competitive spirit has been a little more broken, and now it doesn't even bother me to loose. Except when Christopher looks at me and laughs his blast off laugh, and then I get mad, and he tries to make up for it but it is all just too annoying. The whole thing ends with a punch to a stomach, and the words, "Just leave me alone you big dumb jerk."

And the night is over.

Gone, but not forgotten.

The end.

Full time blog

So,
I read these women's blog

Antique Mommy,
Big Mama, and
Boo Mama.

They are amazing writers, and they are absolutely hilarious and Antique Mommy is so deep and articulate that I just want to cry when I read her stuff sometimes. I don't read Boo Mama very often, but Amy does and she has a lot of good times there. You should check them out!

Someday, I would love to:
A. be that funney
B. be that good of a writer
C. experience that much joy in the little things

Prayer

Father,
I know that I have promised to trust You in every situation. I know that I have given You every part of my life and not just some of it. I know that You have a perfect will for my life. I just don't know what it is.

I have walked through every door that You have opened. I have tried not to question Your will, and I have been blessed. Why now do I question my decisions and my discernment of Your will? I have been so confident until now? Show me the way.

Please grant me the wisdom to let go of all of my prior expectations for life and willing let You lead me into what You have for me. Help me learn to be a follower of You.

Father, speak into the life of your servant, and make a clear path for a servant to follow.

four days a week

I firmly believe that students should only attend school four days a week. Fridays, in my opinion, are useless to say the least. If I gave tests, I would give them on Fridays. Now I know why teachers choose to have tests and projects due on Friday. Because there is no other educational point for the day. And, it is a good way to monitor student behavior and focus. "Here, it's Friday, and you have been learning all week, and you really want to goof off. I think that we should see what you remember about what you have learned, and in taking time to do this I won't have to watch your every moove for destructive behaviors."

Class participation, even if students are completely engaged in an activity earlier in the week, on Friday will decrease by at least fifty percent. I am almost sure of it.

Can I blame them? Absolutely not. I think that as a student I remember thinking on Fridays... "Ok, I have a test in English, and a test in History, but the rest of the day I can just goof off because it is Friday, and no one introduces any new information on Friday, so it doesn't count." If those were my thoughts then, I can hardly imaging the thoughts of students right now.

I am all for education... (an obvious statement) But does it have to happen on Friday. I maintain that test scores would improve if we had a four day school week.

Those my friends are my thoughts.

I recant

I recant any cursing about recorders!

First, I just had a great class with recorders.

Secondly, all of my kids get to use their own recorder. I assign them and once we are done using them, they turn them in and I boil them and clean them and scrub them because I am kind of a germiphobe.

Anyway, one of the teachers just told me: "You have enough recorders that all of the kids get their own? Wow, when I was in school we had to dip them in scope between people and share them."

OH MY GOSH!!! IS THAT EVEN LEGAL!!!???!!! THAT IS... OH WOW!!!.... AAARRRRGGGGHHHH.
ICK! EEEEWWWW!!!!! (vomit into my mouth just a little)

Oh wow, I could not do that to a kid. No matter how much I don't like them, I just couldn't do it to a kid.

So, As I was Blog Brousing

I came across a blog with this link on it

http://www.expelledthemovie.com/playground.php

Now, I am not so sure what I think about it. I am a firm believer in intelligent design, and I am hoping that this film does not make people even more adverse to the issue because of the hotness of the topic thus far.
I was impressed with the idea that it takes on, and I am curious to see the film. I am one for strange movies, just ask Christopher. He will attest that I am not one who dislikes movies that the general public dislikes. I don't think that I will be able to rope him into seeing it, but if anyone is game? Give me a holler and we will explore the mind of Stein and his scientific acquaintances.

until next time.

Recorders are...

Ode to the recorder:
............
The first instrument of almost every person.
The last instrument of almost every person. (and for good reason)
.................

Miss Music 13:4-forever
Recorders are not patient, recorders are not kind.
Recording ability is envied. It is the cause of boasting and pride.
Recorder players are self seeking.
Recorder players are easily angered, and they keep a record of theirs and others mistakes.
Recorders are not to be trusted. Recorder players have little hope. Recorder players preserver only when the notes are easy B A G quarter notes.
Recorders never fail to cause anxiety.
..........................

It took me an hour and a half to round up 68 recorders in my music storage closet that had not been chewed on. There are about 100 rejects sitting in the closet that have seen better days. Days before 4th graders decided to snack on their mouth pieces for afternoon tea.

Although Recorders are hard... I am glad that I have a good fourth grade class to work with, because I wouldn't want to do this with any other group.

So... Cheers for the Fourth grade class... and down with those dingy plastic flute things!

I live in the moment, I plan for the future

So,
I haven't posted in Forever. It is because I am working on living in the moment and planning for the future. It seems like planning is taking most of my time. If I am planning at school, I am planning lessons, planning programs, and planning wedding stuff over my lunch break. After school, I work out which I consider planning for a healthy lifestyle, and then I come home, eat and do more wedding planning. The best times are the times that I can just sit around. Yes... Those are the good times right now.
I am trying to gather addresses of family and friends as of late. That and I cut out 200 little squares of paper about 3x5 inches yesterday. It took me a couple of hours plus the length of Oceans 11 to get them done. Hurray for making progress on the invitations.
In the end, my new philosophy for my wedding is, "Whatever Dude." adopted from Antique Mommy's philosophy on potty training. I know that in the end it will be wonderful, so why sweat the little stuff.

Time to start the day!

Charles Schultz's Philosophy

The following is the philosophy of Charles
Schultz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip. You don't have to
actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and
you'll get the point.


1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.


6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do?

The point is,
none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate
achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards
tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried
with their owners .




Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4.
Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.


5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.



Easier?

The lesson: The people who make a difference in
your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the
most awards. They are the ones that care.



Pass this on to those people who have made a
difference in your life.

'Don't worry about the world coming to an end
today. It's already tomorrow in Australia ' (Charles Schultz)

All they want for Christmas...

There have been a few students who have made priceless comments to me over the past three days of school. Some are priceless because of the faith that they still have in Santa and his abilities, and others are priceless because they break my heart and let me know why I wanted to be a teacher.

For instance,

G. wants Santa to get him Super Bowl Tickets. I told him that I thought that Santa would try his hardest, but Super Bowl Tickets are a high order, even for the big man himself.

On a more reasonable note,

C. would like the Blue Ranger, the Red Ranger, and not the Grey Ranger because he already had the Grey action figure, and it isn't as cool as the others. He would also like three new monster trucks. One with the Blue Ranger on it, one with the Red Ranger on it, and one with the Black Ranger on it, because he already has the Grey one and it is not as cool.

M. wants a pony. I know from childhood experience that there is a 99.9% chance that M. is NOT getting a pony.

On a more serious note,

J. wants his dad to get to come back from Iraq again soon, because he wasn't here long enough last time he visited.

Ji. wants his mom to get out of g-a-l(He spelled it to me). Ji's cousin reminds him that Jail is spelled J-A-L, but there might be an "I" in there somewhere.

M. wants a family where she can stay for longer than just a few months.

M. and S. would like to never have to worry about having enough money to pay for their lost library books ever again.

A. wants to understand why the adjective modifies the noun, and why the adverb modifies the verb, and why does the adjective come before the noun. He wants his eyes to stop "watering" when he doesn't understand something.

T. just wants a friend.

So here is a request to Jesus, and Santa for that matter, just from me this holiday season:
Santa, please let this time of celebration be a time that my students can enjoy. That they won't have to worry, be afraid, be sad, or be angry. Even if my students don't get what they want for Christmas, let the day and the days around it be comforting and free of pain and confusion. Let them not be Alone.

Be with them.

The Ultimate Girl's Night

So,
Last night, or afternoon if you will, after school, I met Amy and Elise at David's bridal to look at dresses. Now, you must have some background on the situation.

I have tried my entire life to not plan my wedding. I have friends who had their entire weddings planned by the time that they were 9 years old. The task of not planning became even harder when I started dating someone, and then dated him for two years.

Now I can finally plan! Now I can finally think about it! Now is the only time when I am convinced that I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I WANT!

People ask me: "What are your colors?" "What kind of dress do you like?" "What flowers do you want?" The answer to these questions was, and sort of still is, "I don't know."

Yah, that's right all of you 17 years in advance wedding planners, I have no clue what I want, and I am beginning to think that I should have planned more as a child. Here is the deal... All of this time I thought that Christopher would want to have a key role in planning our wedding.

BA HA ha ha ha!!!

Ahem...
I was wrong. Really wrong............So wrong.

So now I have been on the hunt going on three weeks now. I have made some definite progress on the dress front. There is a problem with the progress. It leads me to two wonderful options on two amazingly different styles. I can't show you the Wedding dress because... DUH! it is a surprise, but the bridesmaids dresses look like

This:



And This:



Or like This:




How freakishly different could those two dresses be? The other problem is that the wedding dresses are completely as different as the bridesmaids dresses. What a dilemma.

Well,
Enough with the whining! Would I like some cheese with that wine? No I do not want cheese, and I do not like wine. (A fact that the fiance would love to change... but I don't think it is going to work out for him)

Wow, I completely forgot that this post is called "THE ULTIMATE GIRLS NIGHT" Now say that in the car dealer's voice that you always hear go, "SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!!!"

Anyway. We had a lovely time trying on dresses. My favorite was the third dress that I tried on, and that was it. I didn't need to put any more on. I knew that this dress was going to give me fits to make my decision, and the fact that the bridesmaid's dress looked like splendid goodness on my beautiful Amy did me little good as well.

After 2 and a half girlie filled hours of dresses, strapless bras, veils, and petty coats we moved on to a girl's next best friend. ITALIAN FOOD (pronounced i - little i sound - talian, not I - long I sound - talian. People do not live in EYE-tally) We fed our hungry bellies and talked of younger days, yester years, young children, younger men, older men, our men, the tendencies of man, man's relationship with God, the difficulty of speaking of spiritual issues with the one's closest to us, and we topped it all off with talk of birth control and urostat, and then I drank a plate of aged vinegar and olive oil.

(Hey, I got five bucks for doing it, Don't judge!)

Women are weird,
deep but weird,
inexplicable, deep, and weird.
Poor men.

Four days off

Last Monday my little town encountered a disastrous ice storm. It rained and rained, then it iced and iced, then it froze and froze. All in all, it was quite the storm.

The next day I had off because of the dangerous conditions of the roads. There were limbs down everywhere. The tree at my parents house is broken beyond help, and they are considering taking it down. The tree outside my apartment was nearly bent in half. The branches were touching the ground, and down the block there was another tree that had fallen on a car.

Well... we had Tuesday off, and then came the call that Wednesday would be a snow day as well. On Tuesday I wrapped gifts and got ready for Christmas, and on Wednesday I went to school and got some things done, and then I lazed around for the rest of the day.

When I got the call on Wednesday that school was canceled for Thursday, I made up my mind to be productive and get a bunch done on the wedding. On Thursday I went to McPherson and looked at dresses with my mom, met with a florist, and did other planning. While I was trying on a dress, the power went out. I had to walk to the front of the store and they had to bring out a mirror for me to look in, because the only windows in the store are at the front. It was a fun experience and I saw some beautiful dresses.

While I was trying on dresses, I got the call that indeed Friday would be off as well. I came back from dress shopping, and convinced my sister to spend Friday with me for wedding reasons. We went out Thursday night to pick up some food from my friendly neighborhood bar and grill. (The B's) We waited at the pick up stall for 30 minutes. They got the order wrong, and we waited for another 10 minutes for them to get it right. Good thing the food was good. To bad I still had to pay.

Friday was lovely. My sister let me boss her around all day. Chris crashed our dress party at a bridal store, good thing I had my street clothes on and not a gown. He is not much for thinking about these bad luck things, but I like to be a little suspicious, or at least keep the dress as a surprise.

Kati tried on One dress... She was not a fan. I wasn't either. Oh the madness of a continuous line of hideous brides maids dresses. The possibilities of ugly are endless. It seemed that things were looking up in the early 2000's. Bride's Maid's dresses seemed to be borderline attractive, but sadness, it must not be so, because I have yet to find one that is reasonably priced that is not,

"U-G-L-Y it don't got no alibi, it ugly, yah, yah, it ugly!"

Don't you love teen aged sayings from the 1990's.

Anyway... The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch, which is amazing considering the roads were terribly bad, and Chris and I drove on them almost continuously from the snowstorm on Friday night on till the slush of Sunday. All in all the weather man and I are not friendly driving companions.

Well,
I am going to call it a day, or at least an afternoon. Amy and Elise are coming up tonight to look at more dresses.

And the quest for the bride's maid's dress continues!

So glad for Friday

It is finally Friday. I know that it has been a long time since I have posted, but it hasn't been for some very good reasons.

First of all I am engaged as of last Saturday evening! It is a beautiful story, and I don't want to spoil it with the shortness of my time right now. Sometime I will write it down and give it all the consideration that it deserves.

This weekend should be a lovely weekend. We are going to Clinton's concert in W tonight. He is waltzing with a little cheerleader, and I am told that he is pretty good at it. Then on Saturday I get to attend the somethingth annual Christmas at mama Rooses house where me and my girly friends from college go to make Christmas goodies all day long. It is a wonderful tradition. I get to go to the Ball Game. Then Sunday will be back to church, and finally to the Tabor Christmas Festival.

Ah, the weeks before Christmas are Creeping by!!! I should probably wrap some of the Gifts that I have gotten. I love the holidays, and the focus on family and change of pace!

Miss Music has a Dream

Last night I had a dream that it was the beginning of next school year. I am in opening school meetings, but the weird thing is that the meetings are in our building which is not our building. It is not a building that I have been in before, but it is extremely reminiscent of the building in which I went to middle and high school.

Anyway... I am done with some meetings and I am on my way to my classroom for the first time in the new year. I reach my classroom, and it doesn't have my name on it. Nope my name is on the door of a classroom that is a few doors down from my classroom. All of my stuff is missing. I have normal desks in my room instead of carpet and chairs. There are student computers upside down on the floor. My desk is about a foot and a half shorter than my old desk was, and there is an Indian style cushion for me to sit cross legged on. Oh yes, and my desk is in the middle of the room, rather than in the corner where I prefer it. There is a green black board on a stand that is teetering crookedly on its last good leg, and at the front of the room there is either an antique overhead projector, or a reel to reel projector running something black and white and fuzzy on the cracked screen at the front of the classroom.

I check my name on the door, and underneath it says First Grade. I bolt down the hallway and catch Tina coming out of our meeting. I ask her, "What am I teaching this year?" "First grade." she says calmly in her authoritative tone. "First Grade? Am I certified to teach first grade?" "No, but we thought that you would do a good job, and one of our other teachers backed out at the last minute." She responds matter-of-fact-ly. "Who is teaching music?" I ask keeping my cool (because if she asks me to do both at the same time, I am going to walk out of that building forever) "Oh, we got a long term sub to do that." She replies adding, "The kids will be here in an hour, so go look at your lesson plans. You will be fine."

I walked down to my room and the student computers, which were upside on the floor are now upside down on a low desk with itty bitty chairs in front of them. I start to go about straightening my room, but then I can't decide whether to do that or work on lesson plans... After a short debate I go about finding my curriculum. My first few students are coming into the room. I know some of them from the previous year. They immediately sit down on the floor and begin tracing the alphabet in the thick layer of dust that covers my entire classroom.

This is a health hazard. I walk back down the hall and ask Tina, "Did the maintenance men get to my room over the summer?" "Well of course they did." She replies looking at me as if I am loosing my mind." "They couldn't have, because there is so much grime and dust in my room that my students are writing the alphabet on the floor, the student computers are upside down, someone has sawed the desk legs off of my desk, my white board is missing and the replacement green chalk board is almost ready to fall over, and I can't find my science curriculum." She looks at me steadily and says, "I will have Jeremy come down and look at it."

"Ok," I say and turn and go back to my room, where there are students and parents waiting to meet me. The children rush to hug me, and their parents shake my hand. No one seems to notice the fact that my classroom is falling apart. There is even a student typing something on one of the upside down computers.

I can't remember much after that part of the dream. I guess that I must have waken up for a little while after it, because I remember it all so well. I do know that I did wake up this morning teaching a first grade class the song, "Going Over The See."

Maybe I need to see a therapist, or at least never eat a peanutbuster parfait before bed ever again.

Lunch Lounge Lurker

Fact or Fiction?

Fact: There is a lunch lounge lurker at my school.
Fact: This lounge lurker has been lurking around the lounge, and stealing healthy items out of the lunches of other staff.
Fact: It is not the kindergarten teacher, because (quoted just today) "If I was going to do something bad like steal, I would do something really bad and steal food that was not healthy like cheese dip."


Fact: The word Igloo can be read "Ig-100." (pronounced ig-one-hundred.) by a third grade student.

Fact: In an elementary school this conversation can be heard.

fourth grader to a teacher - "When did you get bangs?"
teacher - "A few days ago."
fourth grader - "You bought them?"
teacher - "Bought them?"
fourth grader - "Yah, you bought your bangs?"

Post to come

There will be a thanksgiving post, but not quite yet because I am trying to create a Kindergarten program out of.... I don't even know what.

Pray, Just Pray!

I am Find, FINED, FIND

I can't breathe through my nose. I am currently introducing myself as Jed.

I was trying to explain what my friend's maiden name was today at lunch. I said, "Her name was Burds. Burds. WINTER BURDS!, Ahem... B-U-R-N-S (Spelling out each letter) Burds!"

The other thing that went on in the lounge today...

A teacher just got back from Las Vegas. She was talking about the large man who sat next to her on the plane. Now this teacher has a sharp tongue and she has OCD. This is a frightening combination to anyone who knows her. I like her... as long as she keeps liking me... But the poor portly "gentleman" (Who happens to be the owner of the Strip Bar in this town) is not liked by this OCD - sharped tongue teacher, and now he knows it.

I would have loved to hear her scream at him while being squished to her side of their two chairs.... "I NEED MY ZITHROMAX, NOW!!!" While his posse of "ladies" and pimps watched in horror.

Lost my Links

Wahhhhh!!!

I am sad, I lost my links and I am too blogger illetrate to figure out what happened to them. If you read this and you used to be linked on my blog, or if you read this and you want me to link you even though you weren't linked before, just leave me a coomment that has your URL on it and I will try to replace your links.

Stupid new format that I had to go and try to improve.

Thankful

I am thankful that every day I wake up, get out of bed, eat breakfast, and am able to transport myself to work.
I am thankful that I have a network of loving family and friends.
I am thankful for all of my letters to and from Amy.
I am thankful that I have a choir to sing in after a year of choral fasting.
I am thankful what when I am sick, I can go out and get vitamins, herbs, and medicines to make me better.
I am thankful that I was brought up in a home that taught me the importance of working for what you believe in rather than what the world thinks is valuable.
I am thankful that I have the mental capabilities to accomplish all that I have and even more to come.
I am thankful for supportive teachers.
I am thankful for the kids I teach, even the yahoos and the brats.

I am thankful for the God who loves me, the Lord who saved me, and the Spirit who guides me.

I am thankful

don't much like it

I like teaching. I love celebration days.

Today was supposed to be a third grade celebration day. It did not work. It was frustrating. I had three games planned, and because of behavior. I got through half of one. Their teacher is a lovely woman who is a good teacher. I just had so many problems with behavior with about five boys. I am not saying that I would, but now I know why kids used to get spanked in school.

Sometimes there seems like their is no other alternative. I can sit them out, Sit them down, Send them to the principal, Take away rewards, Give them stern speeches, and I get few results. It is better than it was at the beginning of the year, but I need more from these kids. It makes me wonder what they get at home. I know that home life of some of these kids is hard, but I also know that others, who have good home lives, are behaving badly as well.

I Vow, that if I ever have children, that I will try my hardest to provide the loving structure that children need to succeed in school and eventually in the rest of their lives.

Because frankly, if my kids give their teachers as much crud as these kids give me...

'Nough said

Sweet Success

My first program was a success. Yes, there were little mess ups here and there, but honestly I was working with 65 kids at a time, or course there are going to be little flubs.

I had them watch their program and evaluate their work today. Here are some of their evaluations

Things We did well:
Sing
All that I can be (song)
Sang clearly
Stayed together
I was good at Gratitude Attitude
Dancing
Mya and Halie's part
Solos

Things that We could improve
Getting to know the words better
Late entrances
Talking loud ("Talking Lawd")
"Most of the people in the class are wiggling"
Not to point out mistakes (A girl actually pointed at another boy when he was early with his line, causing the program to come to an abrupt halt, and the boy to say, "WHAT!?")
Stop waving around

Things that we could more of, or things that we didn't think of:
MORE ACTIONS
Dancing
Coming in row by row on the songs.

The kids are pretty good evaluators. I corrected the spelling on the answers. I had to leave the "Lawd" because it makes me think of a large woman in a Gospel church crying out for the "LAWD."

Or it could have referred to me crying out for the "Lawd" before the program started because I was SO NERVOUS!

Sorry computer can't upload video

Well, I had a great video to upload to my Blog. It would have been my first venture into such vast technology, and it also would have allowed me to show you what my fifth grade yahoos look like. (In Technicolor and Full Sound) But, alas, my computer will not acquiesce to my request.

So instead I will ask you to use your imagination....

(wavy screen sequence inserted here, and out of the waves you can see four fifth graders emerge)

In front of them is one xylophone. One or two of them are holding two mallets. They play a pattern, sometimes this pattern is indistinguishable, and some times it is easy to hear. As they play, another student reads a Haiku about fall and Halloween and two other students emphasize their words with rhythm instruments. At the end of the haiku they stare blankly into the camera and the video (with awesome effects) fades to the next four students.... and so on.... and so forth...

(Wavy image back to normal screen.)

I hope you enjoyed that short clip of my life for the past THREE WEEKS!!!

Yeah it took them three weeks to write a haiku, print it out so that they could read it, match it with an ostinato, add percussion, and film it.
Yeah, I am kind of complaining about the length of time this project took, but look on the bright side. Lesson plans were easy for a while!

Ta ta for now!

forever and a day

Wow,
It has been a long time since I have posted. Not as long as some interludes but long enough. I guess that since so much has been going on, it has been hard to just pick one thing to write about, and I have ADHD so I can't write about more than one thing without the syntax and paragraph structure going out the window.

I guess I will write about one of the two things that have been occupying my mind the most over the past week. Perhaps after that I may write about the other. (if I actually get that far before the first thing renders me completely unable to do anything but sit in a corner, rock back and forth, and call out for cinnamon apple sauce.)

I am working on my first programs as a real teacher. Last year I was in charge of the 6th grade Christmas Concert back in the Burro. I learned a lot, and I am so glad that Lynn made me do it, because I learn by trial and error.

You can say that I have learned by trial and error in this first program. Most of these errors have been because of the monster I like to call Misconception.

List of Misconceptions:

1. My students care about not looking foolish.
You may find it surprising, but some of my students actually do not care if they look foolish or not. They, in fact, would rather look foolish than please me. (disclaimer: this is a rare breed of student, and most of them were born with chips on their shoulders.)

2. My students do not want to have a program.
I didn't think that students would be excited for programs, simply because during the first few weeks of learning songs, my students feigned interest and scraped by in class with minimalist effort. I have been surprised to find that students actually get excited about their programs, but I have to sell them on the idea first. Instead of telling them, "Guys I am super excited about your new program!" I said, "This year's program is going to be about social skills so that you can learn more about how to be better citizens."

NEWS FLASH!!!

KIDS DO NOT CARE ABOUT BEING BETTER CITIZENS, THEY WANT TO MESS AROUND AND HAVE FUN!!! AND DO COOL DANCES!!! AND HAVE FUNNY LINES!!! AND STUFF.....

now i know that.

3. Students who do not speak English do not know what I am talking about.
I have a student, I will call him Rob, who speaks Mandarin and very little English. The thing is, He thinks that this is a good excuse to exude little effort and in general, dink around. He should be able to do the actions. You can wave your arms in any language, but he has chosen to follow the suite of the yahoos in his class who don't think that music is important.

NEWS FLASH FOR THEM!!!

MUSIC IS IMPORTANT TO ME!!!... IF YOU DINK AROUND IN MY CLASS YOU WILL NEVER GET TO DO ANYTHING FUN... EVER... IN A MILLION YEARS... AND YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH AN INSTRUMENT... AND YOU WILL NEVER SIT BY YOUR FRIENDS... AND YOU WILL NEVER EARN A BEHAVIOR NOTE... WHICH MEANS YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A CLASS PARTY...!

And they know it, oh how they know it.

As for other misconceptions, there are too many to be named. I do not want to sound completely negative. I have had a great time working with these kids on the songs and actions. My fourth graders are dancing around all day in the hallway. Yesterday I walked up on a fourth grade boy who was doing an east coast swing step in the hallway and shaking it, YES IT, for all IT was worth.

It was....er....precious....

For the most part, I feel good about my first program experience, now if only I can convince parents and students of that.

odd signs of exhaustion

this morning i specifically remember thinking to myself, "i have staff meeting this morning. i have to be at school early so i won't do my make up. i will just do hair and mascara." i proceeded to get ready and come to school.

i just got back from the rest room, and as i was washing my hands i realized that i am not wearing mascara, but i am wearing foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, and lip gloss. my hair is also done.

i didn't know that i did that. i have no recollection of applying any of the above, except the lip gloss which i applied after i got to school.

i need to go home and sleep.

Trick Or Treat

Last night Chris and I prepared for a good number of little trick or treaters. I have three words for you...

One Storm Trouper

We waited and waited all night long for ONE very cute storm trouper.
He was at the beginning of the evening too, or I would have given him half our bucket of candy.

Next year will be better...I hope.

Halloween might start with Hall, but it does not end in eluiah!

This morning I garbed myself in my best spy-wear. I had everything right down to the dark trench coat, ear piece, and dark hat. The kids were so pumped about their costumes. They were also pumped that I was a spy. They said, "wow... I knew that you would be a spy." (Because I have told them many times, if I was not a teacher, I would be a spy.)

We had the traditional Halloween Parade. The fifth grade classes led us out around the track, and the rest of the classes followed in line. After that the fifth grades looped around again to see every one's costume and then we all went inside. The entire thing took from 8:40 to 9:15. The pour little children had red cheeks and noses by the time they reached the end of their long parade. But, It was fun.

First grade was fun as well.

Fifth grade, my first class did awesome. Congratulations 5W you are my best fifth grade class as of late! 5V made up for the awesomeness of 5W right down to bodily harm and racial slurs. (sometimes children are truly evil. there is no other word to describe it.)

Third grade had the potential of being fun. They made it half way, and then slid back down the mountain of the anticipation of this evening's festivities.

It is only 12:30. I still have half of the day to go. I have a head ache to beat the band, and I have two 27 member 2nd grade classes coming up.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name...

Hallowhat?

This is a fitting picture for the festive season by which I am being harassed.





This is an actual conversation held in the office at my school building. The names have been changed to protect the individuals involved.

Secretary - “This is going to drive me crazy.”
Teacher’s aid - “What is going to drive you crazy?”
Secretary - “This E-mail notification.”
Teacher’s Aid - “What E-mail notification?”
Secretary - “Dina’s E-mail notification.”
Teacher’s Aid - “Dina’s E-mail notification?”
Secretary – “Yes Dina has an E-mail notification.”
Teacher’s Aid – “Dina has an E-mail notification?”
Secretary - “O My G#@, I am going to have a seizure just having this conversation with you!”
Yah… That is pretty typical for the office.

Halloween is effecting my life

Just because it is Halloween does not mean that my students have to act like Monsters. I am going to have to bring in the reigns this afternoon, or my Munster-family-like children will send me to an early grave, and I am not talking about the kind of grave that is used for decoration this time of year.

I am not going down to third grade to read with them. Instead I am sitting in the comfort of my classroom which is silent right now, and listening to the hum of the fans that keep my room cool.

Please Lord, let this day go fast!


This weekend in review:
Friday night: Japanese food in W with the ladies
Friday Bunk: My parents guest room
Saturday Morning: Hanging with the fam
Saturday Lunch: With the fam getting ready to look at an apartment for sister and husband
Saturday Afternoon: Renting apartment
Saturday Evening: Hanging with Chris
Sunday morning/afternoon: Church, Chris, Baking pie, Cleaning out my car
Sunday night: Sophomore sit down, and pie with friends.

Homecomming Part 2

Well,
Saturday dawned bright and early. I got up and got ready for the choir concert. Chris called me half an hour early to see if I was ready. The answer was, "Um, no. And don't come over either cause none of us are ready and half of us are still asleep." I got ready in plenty of time and was dazzled by the skills of the choir as well as the hand bell group and the brass ensemble. [ensemble is probably my favorite word because you can say it En-sem-bloo (oo- as in book)]

After choir I went to see the alumni soccer game, and not many people were there... correction, there was almost no one there, but I got to see Kylie and her new baby which made the entire journey well worth it.

We dedicated the Town houses at 11:15, and by this time I was starting to get hungry... grumpy hungry... honk the horn and yell I'm hungry hungry (See Previous Post). We went to the young alumni tale gate party, and we found out that it didn't start for another hour. So we wandered around, and I bought a large cookie from the snack bar, and then we went back to tale gate. Our food blew away in the gusty winds that whipped through the tent. We had chip races down the table. (Much to the dismay of the people sitting down wind from us)

The Ball game was fun. The weather was wonderful even though we lost. It was good to see people and hang out with parents on both sides of the datehood. I got asked/told about Eldon,

Guy - "I didn't know that this is your father in law."
Me - "He's not."
Guy - "He's not yet at least."
Me - "You never know."

My last statement may have concerned my supposed future father-in-law. Besides, people shouldn't assume things. Do you know why? Because it makes an ass out of u and me.

After the game we went to "Old Town" for German food. Man it was good. I maintain that their verenica are the best around.

We went to watch Honk, on very full stomachs. Stomachs that were so full they could have been cut open to end world hunger. (Now isn't that appetizing)

The show was wonderful. Elise and Kelli knocked my socks off. The entire cast was incredibly talented and the voices were wonderful. There were also some pretty funny appearances by some underclassmen men.

After the show we went over to some friends house and watched the beginning of Space Balls. I have never seen the movie, and I enjoyed the beginning more than I thought that i would. I don't know about the end, because I fell asleep, as did everyone else in the house. We woke up at 1:00ish and left to go to bed.

That is the end of Saturday. Sunday is too boring to mention so I will skip it when I write my next entry. If I would mention it it would go....

Chris had a headache... I drove home... He slept all day... I slept all night... The End!

Homecomming Part 1 (mostly for my own memory)

So,

Last weekend was homecoming weekend. I am so exhausted. I went to bed at 9:30 last night and slept hard till 6:00 this morning. The weekend was a wonderful whir of well wishes and Winnebago's. (alliteration is so in vogue)

On Friday, Chris and I wanted to get out of town as fast as we could. As soon as we were done with work, we took off into the wild blue yonder. About 10 minutes from home, I realized that I was famishingly hungry. I began to complain and moan my hunger, which turned into me yelling, "I'm Hungry!" and honking the horn about every five miles.... All the way to Walton.... For an hour.... Poor Chris....

We arrived at Gertie's house and her blessed mother fed me the nourishment that I had been longing for. My mood improved greatly! We hung out with friends and talked and laughed for a long time. It was good to hang out with her and hear all of her life's excitement and woes. She works for United Way, and when I say she works, I mean that the WORKS!

We all started yawning and yawning and falling asleep so we decided to head for the burro. I drove... I almost took three wrong turns between Gertie's house and the burro. (Not an easy thing to do, since there are only three turns on the way).

Once safely in the burro, I went to Myra house and hung out with girlie friends there and went to bed.

Stay tuned for the excitement of Saturday...

Please Pray

The school that I teach at lost a student last night. She was diagnosed with a brain stem cancer less than a year ago. She passed away yesterday. Pray for her family, a mother and a brother who is in fourth grade. Pray for our school counselor that she can be supportive and strong for those who need her help. Pray for her teacher last year as well as her teacher this year that they will get through this time of sadness and be able to take care of the kids in their classrooms.

A time to weep and a time to mourn.

It's official

Well,
It's official, My parents finally made the trek to Indiana, land of milk and honey, or at least "land of blueberries and sweet corn." Yes, I know, it took many months to get there, but they have finally left their lovely native state to journey far back to their childhood homes.

The only bad part of it is that I wanted to go to. It is a rough thing not being able to go somewhere when you want to. Man... If I made a list of all of the places that I want to go, but can't get to I would be old before the list was done and then I wouldn't have time to visit any of them.

Maybe I will stop wishing and start scraping and saving some money to get to some of those far off lands that are calling my name. It is time... it is definitely time for more stamps in my passport.

Flounder is not just a fish in the ocean

You know the saying, "D Nile is not just a river in Egypt." well, "Flounder is not just a fish in D ocean."

I feel like floundering is a common theme for me this year. At least I learn from my mistakes. For Instance:

My first class today was a mistake, the entire thing, completely.
I fixed the second class.

My third class was fine.
My fourth class was a technical error. The kids couldn't handle technical so they created errors.

My fifth class did an exceptional job. They were GREAT!
My sixth class was an interrupted mess. In the middle of class, we got an all call to go out to the playground and make a giant paw print and then take a picture. My class was one of the last to go, but we had to hear the all call for ALL of the other classes to be dismissed. Every time the voice came over the all call I prayed, "Dear Lord, Please Oh Please deliver me from these third graders and let me take them out to the paw print on the lawn." Now I am just praying, "Lord I will rejoice in suffering, but I rejoice better in ease..."

Not that school is all bad, but seriously, I have a feeling that this afternoon is not going to be the cakiest of walks.

who knows...maybe I will be wrong... but there are five xylophones sitting at the front of my classroom that say I am right.

WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT!!!

Warning, The grammar in this next post is atrocious, and I warn the picky reader not to continue.


I may make the aforementioned song the title for my year.

Man I about murdered some third and fifth graders this morning. Yes, the third and fifth grade classes which I have spoke so well about. Today a seasoned teacher told me that the fifth grade is only going to get worse as the year goes on.

Well I have news for the world, EITHER THEY GO OR I GO!!!

Which basically means, THAT AIN'T GONNA FLY IN MISS MUSIC'S CLASS!!!




In other news. Yesterday Chris and I went on an insanely long bike ride all over town. It would have been more pleasant if the wind hadn't been gusting at 600 miles an hour...(at least that's what it felt like.) I seriously could feel the wind resistance in my spokes. Yes, in my spokes - the thin metal wires that keep my wheels from collapsing. Those spokes. The spokes that are so thin that they have never heard the word resistance before. The spokes that laugh in the face of wind, because they are so thin that they should cut through the wind like a hot knife through soft butter. The spokes, that yesterday, almost sent me side-long into a passing car because the stupid KANSAS WIND WOULDN'T STOP GUSTING ME INTO THE UPCOMING TRAFFIC!!!

The best part of the bike ride was the fact that once we turned so that the wind was not, A. Headlong, or B. Side gusting, but C. at our backs, we coasted for probably a mile. Literally coasted with little to no peddling from Magnolia to Crawford. I have never coasted for that long...in my life...ever... and will not ever again! (because of the fight to the coasting)

I have a class coming, and I should probably get my new BOOM WHACKERS out. Yesssss!!! I got boom whackers. I will probably bemoan my love of boom whackers from now on, because that is why the fifth grade class stunk so much, so I completely scrapped my fourth grade lesson plan and re-wrote it. I hope it works!!! keep your fingers crossed.