Friday, June 19, 2009
Props for My Boy, Josh
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Maggie Apologizes, Brian Forgives
Brian immediately put Maggie for sale on Facebook and even had some inquiries. I, of course, protected the poor dear. Could she have possibly guessed that this tubular toy-looking thing would squirt permanent blue all over the carpet when gnawed? I reasoned. Brian took Maggie off the market. But no words of forgiveness and/or apology had been uttered between the two in the passing weeks.
It was surprising then, when Brian and I got home last night to see that Maggie had gotten in the trash and had pulled out a couple of empty envelopes. We assumed she must have wanted to conduct a little business. So, Brian told her that if she wanted to write a letter, all she needs to do is ask for an envelope. The ones from the trash aren't very nice any more anyway. She acted very sad, and meek, and it turned out that she wanted to write a letter to the president of the United States. When she was questioned about what business she had with said diplomat, she said that she wanted to write a letter of pardon. She wanted to be pardoned for the heinous crime of staining the carpet with blue ink and she wanted to be restored to her former title of "Good Girl".
You can imagine that Brian was quite heartbroken with her apology, so he hugged her and told her she didn't need to be pardoned by the president because he had forgiven her and that she could go on and be free. So Maggie and Brian are reconciled. All is right again (except, of course, the carpet).
Monday, April 20, 2009
In other news:
- Mags is enrolled in school (we're so proud - I told her I'd get her a new "My Little Pony" lunchbox for the occassion because she's really nervous about it).
- I'm almost done student teaching for the semester, and I am done with one of the craziest classes I've taken in my life.
- We watched "Seven Pounds" last night. It made me quite sentimental.
- I marked a quilt to quilt, and the new pen I had spent 5 bucks on is a "vanishing" pen, instead of a water soluable pen and so all my marking wore off. I was... pretty tight.
- We're finally going to replace the carpet in Sam's room and the blue room upstairs (for those of you who have never been to our house, the "blue room" is very apropriately named. It is the brightest Superman blue you can imagine). We think we may use bamboo to give it a little something fun.
- I slipped down the stairs this morning (Brian said I "galloped" but I don't think I know how to gallop) and now my knee and ankle hurts. Bummer.
- I finished reading one of those Amish books. It was good. I'm always so caught up in the verbage. Like "jah" instead of "yeah" or "dat" instead of "dad". I don't know many Amish people (which seems weird because there's about a zillion who live very close to us), but I wonder if they really use those words.
- "Spring" is starting to tick me off. This isn't spring, it's winter with more birds. >:( Kinda annoyed that I can't wear flip-flops today (in case you couldn't tell)
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Nothing to Report
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
OK so in other news, my student teaching is getting totally out of control. I'm so frustrated. I think that's all I work on, think about, dream about etc. etc. I think it's driving me nuts. I think part of the problem is that I only have one class, so there's nothing by which to compare them. Am I effective? Don't know. Compared to what? Am I fun? Don't know. Compared to what? Have I made positive relationships? Don't know. Compared to what? Have I taught any math at all?... You get the drift. It seemed like when I had several classes throughout the day I didn't have this particular problem, because a bad day with one class was a good day with another. Ugh. Then, I am being observed literally the rest of this week, which is a lot of pressure and hours and hours of lesson planning (every time you're observed, you have to put your lesson plans in the official lesson plan template). Today and tomorrow, I'm being observed by my cooperating teacher, and Friday I'm being observed by my university supervisor. So, I'm a little stressed out. I also sent mid-terms yesterday, so now I have residual paperwork that accompanies those. Yikes.
Anyway, I would love to teach non-freshmen some time and see how it is with other classes. Better? Worse? The same? It would be fun to be a fly on other people's walls. Just so I'd have something to measure by. Although teaching is not really the type of field where comparing serves you well, it would just be nice to know that others are in the same boat as me.
Well, enough ranting. I promise to try to be much more cheerful the next time I post. Until then... :)
Thursday, February 05, 2009
The Streets Are Paved With Bacon
Sam and his fifty pound minion, Maggie
Sammism #1: Howling at the sound of sirens (he will still practicing this the other night, so no matter how little energy he had, he could still muster up enough to howl at sirens).
Sammism #2: Sitting on everyone's lap (Sam knew no strangers. I really admired that about him. He was the most social creature I had ever met).
Sammism #3: Being bossy (let's just say... Sam typically got what Sam wanted)
Sammism #4: Sunbathing (Sam was known to sleep for hours out in the hot summer sun, belly up)
Sammism #5: Getting the squeakers out (even until he started getting really sick, Sam was ferocious and did NOT put up with squeaking toys. He could tear the squeaker out of a toy in 30 seconds flat - no joke)
Sammism #6: Out-smarting us (I mean, he was a Jack Russel after all, of COURSE he can out-smart several humans at a time)
Sammism #7: Out-smarting his Kong (somehow Sam learned that if he licked all the gooey stuff out of his Kong, he could put it on a hard surface, spin it, and use centrifugal force to get all the hard treats to come flying out)
Sammism #8: Two things Sam hated, squeakers and being cold (Sam would wrap himself up like a mummy in his blankets until he nearly died of heat exhaustion, he especially like fur blankets)
Sammism #9: He liked music (sometimes I would play the piano or put on opera music and Sam would lay there completely mesmerized)
Sammism #10: He was sweet (every time I was going through something, he curl up in a ball and snuggle with me)
Good night, Sam. Eat lots of bacon. I'll see you later.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
In brighter news: He got a peticure while at the vet. His nails look splendid. I think he's really happy with them. LOL