Feeling Sentimental

It seems to have rushed upon me.  I've known the end of the school year was coming, but with the realization that I only have 20 more school days with my students, I'm feeling a bit sentimental, I suppose.  I've said tons of times that I absolutely LOVE my job...seriously, it's the coolest gig out there, for me at least.

One of my favorite things I do with my students is create HUGE bulletin board murals with their work.  Recently my students did a farm one and I couldn't help but make my own version of it.  Course it pales in comparison to theirs...all bursting with their personalities, and many more critters wandering about...I can only dream of being as amazing an artist as they are.

Gonna miss hangin' with these little ones!

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Eavesdropping Randomness

I like randomness...I really do.  And I was rewarded with some just this afternoon!  As I waited in a parking lot for my kid to be done with band sectionals, a guy pulled up beside me.  His windows were open.  So were mine.  His kid sat in the back seat.  Mine, well, didn't.

Anyway, after sitting side-by-side for about ten minutes he loudly burst out, "I just received an email about dog farts being stinky!" and before I could hear the rest of his bound-to-be-fascinating report a very loud group of middle school girls walked by.  Gosh, so much volume for such a small group, impressive really.

Sadly, the moment had passed and I was to hear no more about the email.

Course I could've just asked the guy to tell me what I missed.  After all, it would've certainly added a moment of randomness to his day.  My loss...and his....

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It's all a Matter of Placement

I hear a lot of people say they "hate" shopping.  OK, so I'm no big fan of bikini shopping or anything like that, but just plain old regular shopping for necessities...well, I rather like it.

This morning when I was a grocery store I wandered my way to the health food aisle and found myself scanning the shelves for my beloved chia seeds.  My eyes swept side to side, upward, upward, and then to the very tippy top.  Aha!  There they were!  I reached up and there was no way, not a chance, that I could get a hold of it.  I stood there, perplexed, contemplating the strength of the lower shelves and the possibility that they'd support me climbing them. 

I lowered my head, momentarily defeated, but decidedly not beaten.  And then I noticed that across the bottom few rows of shelves there was container after container of muscle building formulas.  Now why, oh, why do they put he-man muscle products on the bottom shelf and sweet little hippie chick products on the tippy top?  Sigh....

And then this tall, bean pole of a man turned down my aisle.


Me:  "Will you please be tall for me and get that?"

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He was, like, totally annoying!

Went out for barbeque with some of the family today.  Ya, me...little old "no way will I eat that" me.


Me:  "I'd like the veggie plate, please."

Helpful guy:  "Which sides would you like?"

Me:  "The broccoli salad and the green salad."

Helpful guy:  "What kind of dressing?"

Me:  "Oh, um, like vinaigrette."

Helpful Annoying guy:  "You want vinaigrette or 'like' vinaigrette?"

Me:  "Vinaigrette."

Annoying guy:  "Do you want a drink with that or a 'like" drink with that."

Me:  "I brought my own water.  You're really annoying."  (It was safe to say, my food had already been plated up.)

Guy standing next to annoying guy:  "He is."

Me:  "Well, it had to be said...like totally!"


What can I say, my friends, I'm, like, a product of the 80s and 90s.  I was, like, in California when "Valley Girl" came out.  It was, like, totally unavoidable!


Moral of this story?  Even vegetarians can't avoid a ribbing when they go to a barbecue joint.

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My Eyes...They Burn!

I try to always keep my cool.  When frustrated...when overwhelmingly excited...when embarrassed.  I'm not necessarily all that great at it, but I do try.  So, tonight when Dave and I were getting ice cream at a cute little shop tonight, and he started dancing to the music, pulling out all his "groovy" moves...well, I stood there, looking forward (not at him), and contemplated my flavor choices.  Hey, I was impressed with my self, I was doing great, calm, cool, and collected. 

Until...he pulled out his "best" moves.  I got all twitchy (not in a good way), lurched around just a bit, and found myself reflecting on what my little guy had said just the very night before when Dave was busting out some moves to the tunes of some TV commercial music.


Little guy:  "Aaaaaaa, my eyes!!!  They burn!!!!  This is why I have terrible vision!!!!"


And then Dave stopped.  As did my palpitations.  And all was well.  And, by golly, I held it together better than a teenager.  That gives me bragging rights, yes?

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Charged Up

I'm often plagued with a bit of guilt about just how much screen time my kids have in their lives.  And I'm almost used to the meaningless "Just a minute!" they throw out when they're staring at their monitor or phone when something is requested of them...almost.

But today, oh my gosh, today!  When I went in my little guy's room to wake him up and he, deep in his stupor, said, "I'm not done charging yet," I knew the time for limits had come...he's officially become part machine.  Oy!

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Salty Surprise

Met the funniest little critter tonight.  He kind of rather made my day!  So, a little about before I met this little fella.  I came home and set to diving into an avocado...yum!  I cut it in half, salted it a bit, and blissed out on every delicious bite.  Time passed and passed, Dave and I talked and talked, and then I began tidying up the kitchen, moving things here and there, really more of a shuffling than an actual cleaning, I suppose.  Well, I picked up the salt shaker and noticed something in it.  Something brown.  Something decidedly not one of the pieces of rice I'd put in there a while back.  Something with...eight legs!

Now, it got me to wondering what the heck that little guy was doing in my salt shaker.  What drew him in?  How did he even squeeze through those tiny holes in the top?  Was he terribly hungry or thirsty?

So after talking him into saying "cheese" for the camera, I took him to the back yard, convinced him to crawl on a butter knife, and set him free in the grass.  Wondering what I did with the salt?  I threw it out of course.  I'm apt to be paranoid and I know there was some spider poo in there for sure!

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