Apr 6, 2013 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
One of the joys (read: requirements) of my student teaching at the school was to plan a craft for the toddlers. I like crafts and I like children, but I was not (repeat NOT) about to do any project involving paint, no matter how much toddlers love paint. I viewed my sanity as more important than discovering the next Michelangelo in a group of 12 paintbrush-wielding people who frequently fall when they walk. We made flowers instead and except for when Isaiah ate the fish sticker I gave him as a reward, it went relatively smoothly.
Speaking of people who frequently fall while walking, I babysat Samster and Molly McChubster on Friday. Every so often
their mother likes to put on real people clothing (jeans) and do real people things (ie. shop at the commissary on pay day because who wants to miss that kind of excitement?) without her darling cherubs
screaming serenading her the whole time. In other words, the girl likes some alone time.
Sam was both fascinated and puzzled by the paint on the road. He stopped every. single. time. he rode by in order to discuss it.
Unfortunately, his good mood ended at lunch time. Along with his hotdog, he had a side order of whining and a big spoonful of crying.
Sam: wwwwwhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee
Me: Why are you whining so much? Do you need to go back on the stairs?
Sam: No! No! All done!
Me: Then eat your lunch.
Sam: whhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeeeeeee CCCCRRRRYYYYYYYYY.
Me: Go back to the stairs.
*two minutes later*
Me: Are you ready to come back?
Sam: No!!
Me: You want to stay in time out?
Sam: No!!
Me: Then come back to the table.
Sam: All done!
Me: What do you want to do?
Sam: No!!
Neither of us knew were clear on what was going on.
Molly could not have been more uninterested in my presence. Please note the flower in her hair. When the mother’s away, the babysitter will play hairdresser.
As I finished changing Molly’s diaper I noticed a long white hair on my shirt. I’m praying it just happened to be hanging out on the couch since Jenn’s mother came to visit AND NOT BE FROM MY OWN HEAD.
If you need me I’ll be at the salon getting my hair colored just in case.
Mar 28, 2013 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
* Last night Christopher told me about a study he read on why people twitch when they’re falling asleep. I told him about a baby at school who had such a terrible blowout that the only way to free him from his filthy clothes was to cut them off his body.
He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that story.
* Earlier in the week I asked Christopher if anything major had happened in the world because I have been too busy to read the news, but not too busy to check out the latest sales on the Old Navy website. I’m wondering if I should rearrange my priorities because apparently cute clothes > knowing about what new threat our country is facing.
* I’ve been experiencing an unusual tingling in my right thumb. I refuse to look up possible causes on WebMD because then I’ll convince myself I have cancer or am dying and who has time for all that three days before Easter? I’ve self-diagnosed myself as having Texters Thumb.
* A digger with a full load of rocks almost hit me this morning. I was in the car and only escaped certain death (or at least dealing with the insurance company) through a show of impressive driving skilz. And by that I mean I didn’t stall as I sped out of his way.
* I almost drove into Dunkin’ Donuts as I picked up my medium French vanilla ice coffee today. Not the I went into the drive-through lane kind of into Dunkin’ Donuts. I almost drove INTO the building.
I’d rather not discuss it anymore.
Mar 25, 2013 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
I have a very good reason for not blogging much lately. I’ve been cruising around the Bahamas, swimming with dolphins, watching the sun set, and in general living the easy life without a care in the world.
Nothing could be farther from the truth.
In reality I’ve been spending hours upon hours at the preschool doing my student teaching. I have 1131/2 (the half is very important when every minute counts!) of 300 hours done so this week I plan on rewarding myself with a day off. Because when every minute counts it makes perfect sense to take 8 hours off. Logic was never my strong point.
Spending 113.5 hours with a combination of preschoolers, toddlers and infants has lead me to the following revelation- I hope I never EVER have 19 toddlers. I love children and all, but I can only handle a certain amount of time with two people drooling down my neck, three people pulling my hair, four people fighting for my lap, and one more child pulling my earrings while they are all crying and/or screaming. God bless toddler teachers. May they all receive a pay raise.
The other day Dylan was banging the pictures of presidents with a plastic hammer and I said, “We do not hit Abraham Lincoln in the face with a hammer. It’s very disrespectful.” It was exactly what I envisioned saying when I woke up that morning.
I had to tell two of the toddler girls not to touch their friends tongue with their own tongue. You would have thought I ruined their lives forever.
Like I said, it’s been all sunsets and dolphins over here.
Mar 12, 2013 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
We had a delightful weekend planned.
Please note the use of the word HAD because it’s important to the following story.
For Christmas I told Christopher I would take him to the Nashville Symphony. Not only does he enjoy classical music, few things make me feel more cultured than saying I’m spending the evening at the symphony. (Although saying I’m going to a wine tasting is up there in the cultured and sophisticated column.)
We finally got tickets for Friday night because there’s nothing quite like cashing in a Christmas gift 3 months later. On Thursday night someone who would like to remain anonymous pulled up her email to double check the time of the concert and, to her shock and horror, discovered that the concert was LAST FRIDAY.
It was a low point in my week.
A very low point.
I may have created my own symphony of moans and groans.
The only silver lining is that last Friday was the Josh Turner concert and not to put my own desires before Christopher and his Christmas gift, but I would have been VERY UPSET to not see Josh.
That’s how we ended up spending our Friday night with these people.
Obviously culture and sophistication were thrown to the wind.
On Saturday our mile long to-do list included a gym date. I was going to Zumba and Christopher was going to use the various exercise machines I don’t even pretend to understand. As the time approached for us to leave, one of us (who will not remain anonymous because I want you all to know it wasn’t me) lay down on the couch and fell asleep.
That’s how I ended up going to the gym alone.
Sunday we both woke up sounding like a cross between a seal and a lion (not to be confused with a sealion). We’ve been visiting a new church and would like to stay on everyone’s good side so we stayed home. (Although who wouldn’t want to hear a seal/lion symphony of coughs?)
That’s how we ended up watching a sermon on the computer while Christopher rejoiced about being about to enjoy a Tasty B (aka beer) while worshiping the Lord.
As for the concert fiasco, I’ve already bought tickets to another concert in May. I’ll be emailing myself reminders for WEEKS in advance.
Linking up with Sami’s Shenanigans
Mar 2, 2013 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
Tonight I’m going to a concert starring one of my main men. You may be thinking, “I had no idea Christopher sings in public! And at the Grand Ole Opry no less!” That’s because he doesn’t.
I mean my other main man.
Granted, our relationship is very one-sided at this point (do you think I’d be posing WITH A BENCH if I really knew him?), but it’s only a matter of time before he realizes we’re BFF’s. I’m always available to be a backup singer/babysitter if he needs it.
This is how Christopher looked when I told him that if Josh looks at me and starts singing, “If I gave you my hand would you take it?” I’ll have no option but to answer in the affirmative.
I don’t know what Christopher is all up in arms about. It’s not like he wasn’t the one who suggested I wear my cowboy boot earrings to the concert. And is driving me. And paid for the ticket. And the one I’m going home with.
I don’t think he has much to worry about.
Feb 11, 2013 | Army life, What's going on |
Friday night I put on my fancy dress and Christopher put on his fancy pants uniform* in preparation for one of my favorite Army events- the ball.
*I use only the most proper terminology
My friend Scherrie was there with her husband Daniel. Scherrie is known in our house as my “replacement friend for when Jenn moves across the ocean.”
Her presence lifted some of the weight off Christopher’s shoulders to engage in my fashion discussions about what other ladies thought appropriate to wear. Scherrie and I didn’t get to sit at the same table, but that didn’t stop me from running over to get her opinion on whether the centerpieces were from Pinterest. I don’t have a good picture of them because Christopher doesn’t like when I make a big deal about getting pictures during formal events. Something about protocol and behaving properly.
Speaking of taking pictures, a four star general gave the speech and I didn’t get a picture of/with him. The more patches and pins a person has on their uniform the more likely I am to be impressed, and he was the most impressive of them all. I was tempted to waltz up and tell him about the rabbit I had when I was young who was a four star general in the Bunny Corps, but that would probably be against protocol. It probably also have been considered weird.
He wasn’t the only general in attendance. General Bly the Eagle was also there.
It’s not every day I attend a ball with my husband, a general with many stars AND a bald eagle.
God bless America.
