It has been a good but long week. Yesterday brought with it lots of drama at school (thankfully none of it involving my class), requiring a lock down in our part of the building and a visit from the police to remove a parent from the premises. But, my kids have been great and hopefully we’ll have a good day. They are usually pretty mellow on Fridays. I think they feel the strain of the week, too, and look forward to the weekend for the same reasons I do.
Kate and Jennifer taught me how to knit on Wednesday, and it’s all I want to do now. I’m in the process of knitting a beautiful rectangle. It’s really wobbly and kind of gross looking at the end where I started, but it’s starting to even out as I get better. My professor at J. Sarg allowed me to knit all through class last night because apparently he is awesome. I paid excellent attention and could probably tell you all you want to know about salinity and density.
This weekend should be nice and mellow. I get a haircut this afternoon, which I’m sure will be followed by a nice long nap. I think I’m going to start knitting an actual scarf this weekend while Ross watches VT play Georgia Tech. Hopefully we’ll get to see Ross’s parents this weekend. I’m really craving the Southern Fried Chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes from the Hill Café. Keep your fingers crossed that we get a double dinner date with them. The only thing I *have* to do is some laundry and vacuum upstairs.
October starts on Sunday, which means my birthday is so soon. I’m turning 25, which I think is awesome.
1. Having a talk like a robot day at school.
2. ALSO having a talk like a pirate day at school. I might even make them dress up as pirates. I just have to figure out how such a day would instructional value first.
3. Requiring my students to refer to one another as “Mr.” and “Miss.” I think it might be amazing.
4. Making the 90′s version of “Lean on Me” our clas song and making them sing it everyday. Maybe I’ll make them dance, too.
5. Taking my kids down to kindergarten to lead a seminar on walking in line, because, truly, they are amazing at it.
Let me know what you think. I am now going to bed for the 21st day in a row praising the Lord for my hilarious/wonderful/kind children.
I am very crafty. By crafty I mean that I can make crafts, not that I am sneaky (although I can be very sneaky at times.) If you look around my house you will find things that I have made that do not necessarily look as if they were lovingly constructed by my hands alone. But they were. My repertoire is pretty extensive, I will admit.
But still, there is one thing that I still manage to suck at. Not even suck at really, because you have to do something to suck at it. I’m so terrified of it, I don’t even know if I suck at it.
Knitting. Many of my friends do it. Most of the people I work with do it. Justin Morgan can even do it (don’t make fun of him – he spent a lot of time with girls in college learning how to do it). I’ve tried to understand how it works, and often marveled at the beautiful sweaters, caps, scarves, and ridiculously cute baby things produced by this craft. But, something in my brain just doesn’t connect the steps together.
Out on the playground (yes, part of my job involves being out on the playground), Debbi (a fellow 5th grade teacher who reminds me so much of my mother-in-law) was talking about how she knits Christmas stockings for all of her friends’ new babies or for any newlyweds she knows. We got to talking about how knitting lets you make really cool presents for people, and I confessed to her that I cannot do it. Well, she’s determined to change that. Tomorrow she is bringing in her old needles and extra yarn and, by God, she is going to teach me how to knit. Or so she says. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe you all will be getting lopsided scarves and tea cozies for Christmas!
I’m not really one to be concerned about weight. I try not to focus on what the scale says and concentrate on how I feel and how my clothes fit. However, I recently calculated my BMI, and found that I’m currently at 23.6, only 1.4 away from being technically overweight. OMG!!!
I worked out a ton this summer, but as I started using my brain again since school started, I ended up neglecting my body. But, no more! So, I’ve committed to a minimum of 30 minutes of physical activity a day. I made this promise on Thursday and so far it’s going well. As I’ve learned, you just need to do something everyday for 21 days to make it a habit. I’ve made it 3 out of 3 days, so hopefully I’ll keep up with it. Here’s how it’s gone as of now:
Friday-Exercised on the Balance Ball
Saturday-BELLY DANCING DVD!!!!
In addition to this increase in activity and my new obsession with Green Tea (and consequential disinterest in soda), I’m sure to be in tip-top shape in no time. Right?
My life has been made better, by you, Diet Lipton Green Tea With Citrus.
I’m going to wear a biohazard suit to school from now on. It’s only week three and I’ve already been floored by a wicked cold that makes me “gurgle” in my sleep, according to Ross. I’ve was feeling much better yesterday, but apparently my re-entry into the filth that is an elementary school classroom, my cold has gotten stronger and become a bigger pain in my ass. All I wanted to do today was to plop them in front of a Magic Schoolbus Video, curl up under my desk, and go to sleep. Good thing my principal was making the rounds today, or I just might have done that.
This cold better go away because I got plans to be at the beach this weekend. Don’t worry, Phannie. If I don’t go, I will still pay my part of the rental fee. But please only accept my payment whilst wearing latex gloves and a SARS mask.
Here is my wish list…
1. A gift certificate to have Merry Maids come and clean my house
2. Tile my downstairs hallway
3. Purchase and install a new furnace
4. Purchase and install new windows in my house
5. The new iPod shuffle
6. A baby
7. A sewing machine
8. For Ross to clean the office
Hop to it.
He takes my iPod and puts music on it without telling me. Sometimes I like this, sometimes I don’t. Usually I do because when I push play, it’s like a little surprise he made for me. Even though I skip through a lot of songs after 5 seconds.
He leaves his bladder on the dining room table. Not his *real* bladder, but the one that goes with his camelback thing that he wears while biking. I like just calling it his bladder because it sounds absurd.
He gets really mad when people say bad things about marriage. It’s the one situation where I think he would actually get into a fight with someone.
He love love loves his parents.
He demands that infants do tricks in order to keep him entertained. If they don’t, he openly mocks them.
He calls my sister his sister and my brother his brother. None of this in-law mess.
He often stands in the shower with his eyes closed and his arms crossed across his chest, looking very formidable. This is the only time he looks formidable. Ever.
He never yells.
When he finds a good restaurant, book, movie, anything really, he will tell everyone he knows about it, in detail. Everyone. And I’m usually there for each time he tells them.
He loves me more than he loves anyone. HA! Suck it, fools!
I have so many ailments right now, it’s ridiculous. After taking just one iron tablet, my stomach went INsane (as the warning label said it would). I won’t go into details. On top of that, I already have my first cold of the school year. Being that it’s only the second week, I’m kind of frustrated. My TMJ is acting up and I need to sleep with a heating pad on my face tonight. I also can’t seem to remember anything for more than 5 minutes. THINGS ARE AWESOME.
Anemia. Yet another medication will be added to my daily arsenol. I guess it could be worse, though.