I suggested to both moms that perhaps going in on an E-reader would be the perfect gift for Matt’s birthday this November. So I could have my Kindle back, for Pete’s sake. They gave in, and I was able to buy a novel for my Kindle this Thanksgiving break, with the lofty goal of reading…
Matt smiles at that romantic part of the show, when the girl is anxious about if she’ll be safe and the guy says, I got you. I got you, girl. He always turns to me, works up a good smoulder with the eyes, and says the same words. I got you. I got you, girl….
Sometimes I feel like a fairly intelligent person –able to manage a household and be a writer and teach a Spanish class. Then there was last week when the fire alarm went off at school, and I could not for the life of me remember all of the procedures. The students and I left the…
I am not one to scream, but that lawn mower… Sixteen years in service, and I suppose it had the right to stop dead in its tracks on only the second pass around the yard, although this seemed unjust after the numerous, shoulder-separating yanks I gave just to have it sputter reluctantly to start. I…
We spent hours learning about quality assessment, and I thought it was so FUN, which I’m pretty sure is weird. I love being with teachers. When we took breaks and had lunch, do you know what we talked about? Assessment. Meanwhile, during the teacher in-service retreat, we had opportunities to go back to our rooms and…
I could not blame him for saying out loud that he had some trepidation about Sundays (not something you’d expect to hear from a preacher.) But you don’t know what it was like at our house every Sunday last year –me in my first year of teaching and Mondays coming. Monday eve (I am so…
Even though I became a writer who maneuvers words more easily than numbers, I’m glad dad made me take high school physics. Yesterday I mowed the lawn and hefted a heavy bag of grass into our already-stuffed dumpster. With today’s trash pickup in mind, I grabbed the handle of the dumpster and pushed against the…
I am methodical to an obsessive degree. I always start in the same place to clean house (which is unfortunate for the ending places that never seem to get touched.) I hang all shirts facing left on the hanger –top button buttoned. I always walk the same path around the neighborhood. My morning routine remains…
It’s June, but I’m working feverishly to be more prepared for next year’s Spanish classes, so I was looking up vocabulary that had to do with Thanksgiving. Made myself hungry –turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy. Doesn’t help that I’m writing this blog post at 5:12 p.m. To the vocab list I added the Spanish words for…
I rotate things –towels, socks, dish rags, jeans. I pride myself in the fact that I am stilling using some of the dish towels we received as wedding gifts almost 23 years ago because of my rotation system. Or it could be the small amount of times I have done dishes. But I’m holding to…
Lovies, they call them, and I think one of them is named Frank, the duck. She can hold seven of them at one time, even though her little arms are only one year old. Mom and I sit quietly in the bedroom. Somehow she finds a way to tuck in her 45-year-old daughter –grabbing the…
I war with the boys who like the living room to be on the cave-ish side of things–curtains pulled and nary a lamp string pulled. Hands on hips, I stand before them and say, How can you boys stand this! (Rhetorical.) I throw open curtains and switch on every lamp available. They groan like I’ve…
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