I have to be fast. Gerald is waiting on me to help him grade papers that he procrastinated grading. He's singing his version of "Killing me Softly" as I type. He's such a BUTT .
I had a mediocre day. Woke up with a scratchy throat and body aches. Throat is still sore, but body aches are gone. In the words of Napoleon, YES-S-S!
This evening, took Molly to buy a birthday gift for a sleepover and walking out of Target, the sun was setting behind the mountains, it was humid and gently raining and the sky was three shades of blue. It was breathtaking, couldn't quit looking. It made my day. I'm so glad my God is a living, breathing God that paints the world for each of us just when we need it. Sometimes I forget how real he is, how human he is, how great he is. No, I'm not going to break out in a modern rendition of 'How Great Thou Art', I'll just say it.
We have ants. I hate ants. The previous owners assured me they'd never had ants...yeah, right! This IS the south. We left all of our Christmas goodies out on the counter while we traveled to K.C. and ten days later we return to ants in our goodies! We put out poison. I hate to kill them, but it's our pantry or them...and they ate all our goodies. I was so looking forward to a chocolate pretzel. Remind me to tell you one of these days about how I thought I was "Miss Thing" this year making my homemade cinnamon popcorn for Jake's class and was totally outdone by all the "southern belles," doesn't anyone buy their goodies at the store down here? No, they all make everything homemade which is GREAT when we go to dinner parties but not when I'm trying to be "Miss Thing." Forget it, I just told you the whole jist of the story. I'm starting THIS MONTH to come up with something extraordinaire by next Christmas. I'll show these southern belles what a YANKEE can do. Hmph! (Actually, I'm just from the midwest--half yankee.)
I did not intend to write this much. Just tell you about my day. Oh, we had tacos. Our favorite. Turned out to be a good day all around, except for Gerald now just singing, "Killing me, killing me, killing me." I'm definitely going to kill him.
4 comments:
What is up with male teachers procrastinating on paper grading?? Steve does the SAME thing -- Unfortunately for him, I hate grading so I'm a rather unenthusiastic helper. He's lucked out the past couple years having Casey around to help him (who enjoys it for some weird reason).
Now I have Killing Me Softly stuck in my head. Thanks a lot Gerald.
Probably b/c they know they have a "lady in waiting" that can help grade.
PLUS, he asks me to proof his papers for his online master's AND memos that go out to all staff or *important people* and since he's a major procrastinator, I'm usually proofing at about 4 in the morning when he's finished ALL his projects for the course in one night.
I'm good at getting even... leaving the car seat pulled all the way up, overfilling the trashcan, hiding his hairbrush, leaving the dog poop for him to scoop, "falling asleep" so he has to put the kids to bed, you know, the little things that just drive you nuts(hope he doesn't read this). What do they say? I am woman, don't even try me. We're evil. How goes that evil laugh?
Since when do men use hair brushes??? That one really riddled me.
Besides, isn't Gerald heading into comb-over territory pretty soon anyway?? You know those christian school administrators.....it's inevitable really. Maybe you could put a big comb in his stocking next year.
*muuaahhhhh-hhaaaa-hhaaaa-haaaa-haaa!*
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