Archive for July, 2007
Today is my last day of freedom. Tomorrow, work begins for another ten months.
Not that today was especially free…I spent hours at the bank, hours in my classroom, and hours in the grocery store. But, in a way, there was freedom. I chose which errand to do first. I could have skipped any errand and completed them tomorrow. It was still full of choices I made.
Tomorrow, I get a schedule that I have no say in. I am told activities I must participate in.
I love teaching. I’m not dreading going back. I’m actually looking forward to it! I’m just going to miss the freedom that comes with summer. The daily decisions that involve what time I get up, how long I may dawdle over breakfast, and how long I can wear my pajamas. Whether or not I can read an entire book, watch a movie after lunch, or actually do something productive like clean my house or grocery shop.
Well, wish me luck!
P.S. My classroom looks so cool! I’m lovin’ it! I’ll post pictures sometime this week.
They are their own special group of guys. They are instantly recognizable inside the public school around the end of July and early August. You see them hauling large stacks of books, building bookshelves, and screwing pocket charts into the concrete block walls. All while managing to hold down their own jobs.
And my husband is part of that group. I’m not so sure he knew what he was getting into when he married me. That first year, when we were engaged, I wasn’t very demanding. I was much more concerned about my upcoming wedding than getting things done in my classroom. But, well, I have no upcoming wedding anymore, and I’m all into my classroom again. The last two summers, Josh is finding out what it means to be married to a teacher.
“Do you think you could help me hang a dry-erase board on that wall?”
“I really need this rack screwed into the wall above the board.”
“Oh yeah. I volunteered you to help hang book bag hooks in the hall in our building. PTA agreed to pay for them for us if we had them installed. The husbands of the other teachers are all helping. I said you would too. I know it’s Saturday and your day off. You don’t mind do you?”
“Is it possible to get these screws that some other teacher, years ago, put in the wall here? They are in the way of the cork board I want there for my art displays.”
“Oh. I couldn’t figure out how to put this shelf together. And I don’t have a hammer. Could you do it please?”
“Let me show you this shelf in another teacher’s class. Do you think you could make me one that looks just like that? I like it.”
Yep. They are good and important people. And no one even knows about them. I thought it was high time to give them some long deserved credit!
Thank you teacher’s husbands! And thanks Josh, for helping me out in my classroom!
Oh, why not a silly post from last summer? That sounds good to me! Enjoy!
If heaven was a pie it would be cherry
Cool and sweet and heavy on your tongue
And just one bite would satisfy your hunger
And thered always be enough for everyone
This song by Andy Griggs kinda trips me out. I always laugh. I just cannot imagine comparing heaven to a cherry pie (now a chocolate cheesecake, maybe!)
But my husband shares this sentiment. He adores him some cherry pie. And good wife that I am I make it for him all the time. Well, uh, what I meant to say was I make it for him on ocassion. Or well, actually I just really make it for him on rare ocassions! Okay, okay, okay….I mean, I’ve made it for him once. Yeah. That’s all. The other night.
But…..I worked hard on that pie.
I mean, after I picked, washed, and pitted my homegrown cherries I came in and began making my secret, made from scratch pie crust. (I’d tell you how to make it but then I’d have to kill you….)
See my very fancy rolling pin? It’s the blue one….I know you are jealous!
After that I go get my cherries, add some sugar, corn syrup, and other secret ingredients before filling the pie…
Add the final crust to the top….do some fancy knifework….and you’re ready to bake.
Pop it in the oven and bake it for about 45-50 minutes….
And when you are done….a (somewhat) beautiful cherry pie!
(Okay, sheesh. I know it’s not that pretty. Give me a break. I pitted my own cherries for crying out loud! )
Then present a slice of cherry pie topped with whipped cream to your husband….who is utterly amazed at all the hard work and time you put into creating this sugary masterpiece…..
I mean….it’s no wonder I’ve never made him a cherry pie before…that was one tough job. Or well…uh. Okay, I’m feeling a bit guilty. I really got the pie from here
Um hello. Today was crazy. Crazy!!
Oh yeah, and this just might be the longest post ever. So, either skip reading here or get comfortable! By the way, if you make it through reading this long, rambly post, you get rewarded with a picture of a gorgeous girl! And, if you wanna cheat, and just scroll down and get a peek, well, I’ll understand. In fact, I wouldn’t blame you!
If I began to explain to you our current luck with vehicles you would laugh because you thought I was exaggerating or you would run away from me as fast as you could because I am cursed. Let me tell you, I’m not exaggerating, so you might wanna lace up those running shoes!
We currently have two vehicles in the shop. My minivan with cracked head gaskets, and my husbands jeep with a messed up clutch. In January, my husband’s truck (not the one in the shop now, the one this one replaced) had a motor go out in it. In February, my car had the motor go out in it. Bleck. Dumb cars.
We are currently, while we wait for the very, very, very, very, very, very, very slow mechanic to fix our vehicles, driving my sister-in-laws car (because she is a very nice person). We have seven people in our house right now. Her car seats five. Needless to say, we are saving a lot of money on gas. Which we will need to pay the mechanic, so that’s good.
Well, my husband and brother-in-law, David, had a softball game tonight. David stopped by and picked up a few of our younguns and so we were all able to go to the softball game. After the game tonight, another team was short a few players and asked Josh and David if they wanted to play with them. They enjoy playing, and like to play as much as possible, so they were eager to play.
I however, had five, very thirsty, very hot kiddos. But it was getting dark and cooling off. I didn’t mind staying, I just wanted some liquid refreshment before I had five cases of dehydration on my hands. Neither Josh or I had cash and can you believe the concession stand doesn’t take a debit card? What’s up with that?
So, I take the babies, leave Josh the big kids, and go after drinks. The closest gas station has suspicious characters loitering outside, and poor lighting, and bars on the windows. I didn’t relish the idea of hauling the littles into the gas station to get drinks. So I decided to go to Sonic and order drinks, so I wouldn’t have to leave my car with the babies. I’m such a genius.
I order my drinks, and they come, all cool, and refreshing, and dripping blue coconut juice all over the place. I put the key in the ignition, turn, and…nothing. Not a dang thing! No lights, no noise, no nothing!! I try over and over again to crank the car with the same results.
I get my cell phone. Hit the power button. Nothing. It’s as dead as my car battery. Blek. No one knows where I am. I have an eight month old and a three year old and I’m not exactly in walking distance of home or the baseball field or anything.
Fortunately, one of the carhops at Sonic is a member of our church. She lets me borrow her cell phone…but since everyone I call is on my speed dial, I know no phone numbers! Except my mom. So I call my mom. Not home.
Er…? I start asking the girl from church which numbers she has on her phone. Aha! One is my brother’s wife! Teenagers are great. Their cell phones have virtually every number imaginable in them. I call. No answer. Argh! She doesn’t have any of my brother or sister-in-laws numbers but she starts calling some of her friends who might have them, hoping that they would, in turn, be able to get David on the phone. One big, enormous game of phone tag. Isn’t this chick great? Teenagers are in the know. Let me tell you. Resourceful things! Too bad we had no luck.
The baby begins wailing and the three year old needs a bathroom. I need a bubble bath and an aspirin. Maybe some booze.
But, my brother ends up calling us back. He shows up to
save my life jump my car off. Except it’s not the battery after all and he doesn’t know what it is! Ack! But at least he brings me home. And I am able to call my husband at the baseball field and tell him what’s going on.
Luckily, it’s an easy fix. My hubby promises. He says he’ll have the car running tomorrow and for not a huge amount of money. This is good!
But is that not crazy?
Talking about crazy, I have to tell you what happened to my brother at work today.
Cade, my brother is a lineman. He and his crew were working on a pole today (imagine that!). Two guys were in a bucket working on the pole while he and another guy were working on the ground near it. Their backs were to the road when a car hit the pole. Hard. It had been going incredibly fast. The pole cracked in three places.
After my brother checks on his guys in the buckets and sees they are (miraculously) okay, he checks out the driver. The guy is freaking out and crawling out of the passenger side door. My brother (first aid certified or whatever) is trying to calm the guy down. The guy is running around and my brother keeps telling him to take it easy and slow down.
The guy runs around the car, reaches in to get a shoe he lost while getting out the first time and pops the trunk. Cade says that he ran to the trunk and started stuffing tons of money in a garbage bag! He fills the garbage bag and takes off running toward a mechanic’s shop across the road. The crew of linemen start chasing him, yelling at him that they weren’t gonna let him leave.
The guy yells back, “Oh, I’m not leaving. I’m cool.”
He returns and fills two more garbage bags with money and runs to the shop with them. My brother said there was still tons of money in the trunk of the car. When the police showed up they found a very large amount of money still on the guy and another garbage bag full of money.
Come to find out, they think he might be a guy that’s been hitting up some ATM machines around here! Isn’t that the craziest? Like something from TV. So exciting! (Okay, I have no life…I’m a mom, ya know?)
Anyway, that’s enough rambling for tonight. It might be enough for several nights. I just thought I’d share!
UPDATE: The car is fixed. It cost $1.37 to fix. Thank goodness!
After all that, I think you truly deserve to see some serious cuteness! Here’s my little rock biter!
Hey, and if you like my adventure stories, all my other adventure stories came up in the related posts, listed below! I have an exciting life!
My high school best friend, Samantha, just gave birth to her first child this morning. A beautiful baby boy named Thomas. He has a rare blood disease called Neonatal Alloimmune Thrombocytopenia. He had to be airlifted to a different hospital this morning. Sam was brought in an ambulance because she will need do donate platelets for him. It’s not life threatening, but I know her and her husband Beaux would appreciate any prayers.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
The temperature has been in the high nineties for days. The laundry smells and bugs manage to creep inside my house, despite all attempts at keeping them in their proper outdoor habitat. The power bill skyrockets. What can I say? It’s summer. We suffer. And we love it!
I love spring. The flowers blooming. The birds singing. The warm breezes after the chilly weather of winter has left. The rain showers.
I love fall. The crisp air. The cool weather following the sweltering summer heat. The crunch of leaves underfoot. The smell of firewood in the air.
But my mostest favoritest season of all is still summer. To this day, I can’t quite figure it out. It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s miserable….but I love it.
Being a teacher, and having vacation time during the summer definitely contributes to this. But it’s more than that.
It’s something to do with drippy popsicles running down my kids faces, fireworks on the Fourth of July, softball games, roasting marshmallows, sleeping in a tent, wallowing in the creek all day long, eating fresh tomatoes, blueberries, and squash, kids running through sprinklers, and flags waving around.
It’s grilling hamburgers, and chicken, and zucchini. It’s spending all day reading. It’s fireflies and crickets. It’s the smell of sunscreen and the warm feel of a beach towel when you are all wet, watermelon seed spitting contests, making homemade lemonade, drinking lots of ice water.
It’s cool sunglasses and flip flops. It’s homemade ice cream and strawberry shortcake and sno-cones, and playgrounds, sand between your toes and the smell of grass being cut. It’s the sound of the National Anthem and Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
Yep. Summer is beautiful!