My third-grade teacher's name was Mary Stuart. I think I always kind of felt like she didn't like me. It's OK, though; I didn't really like her, either. And she used to always wear slippers during the school day - the Dearfoam kind that are satiny and have a bow on the toe. So silly.
Random memory time! Go! (You can start with your third-grade teacher if you want.)
Friday, May 18, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Wish me luck!
I bought a bunch of plant starts (?) at the Farmer's Market today, and this afternoon I planted six yellow squash plants, six zucchini plants, six tomato plants, and six cucumber plants. The cucumbers Matt started with Meema from seed, so I especially hope those grow... but we shall see! I have kind of a black thumb, and planting all those babies was a LOT of work (I am doing giant planters, not an actual garden, so I had to dig up tons of topsoil and fill the planters before I could plant, OY)... but I am really hoping for a nice little garden in spite of myself. Wish me luck.
Friday, May 11, 2012
5 Things To Be Grouchy About
I'm just keeping it real.
1. Josh got home at 3:45 this morning. His shift was supposed to end at 9pm yesterday. Which means he would have gotten home at 10, which already would have stunk, the night before he leaves for a WEEK. He is already gone.
2. I stayed up till 2 watching episodes of Glee on Hulu. Then I fell asleep. I am crazy tired today and it wasn't even worth it because I didn't get to see him.
3. OK, fine, something to be happy about. Ben told me this past week that he wants to spend some time picking up garbage in a local parking lot, because Curious George told him that all of the litter that is on the ground ends up in the ocean. He told me this as he was collecting litter from the parking lot of the Freihofer's outlet on our way to the car. We didn't have time to keep picking up all the trash because we were headed somewhere... so I told him we could pick a day and purposefully pick up litter somewhere. He requested rubber gloves, "in case one of the pieces of litter is actually a snotty tissue." Today is trash day. I wonder where we'll go? I should put this on his blog.
4. I should have just named this 10-second thoughts, because that's what it's turned out to be.
5. I don't have a fifth one. Please cheer me up in the comments.
1. Josh got home at 3:45 this morning. His shift was supposed to end at 9pm yesterday. Which means he would have gotten home at 10, which already would have stunk, the night before he leaves for a WEEK. He is already gone.
2. I stayed up till 2 watching episodes of Glee on Hulu. Then I fell asleep. I am crazy tired today and it wasn't even worth it because I didn't get to see him.
3. OK, fine, something to be happy about. Ben told me this past week that he wants to spend some time picking up garbage in a local parking lot, because Curious George told him that all of the litter that is on the ground ends up in the ocean. He told me this as he was collecting litter from the parking lot of the Freihofer's outlet on our way to the car. We didn't have time to keep picking up all the trash because we were headed somewhere... so I told him we could pick a day and purposefully pick up litter somewhere. He requested rubber gloves, "in case one of the pieces of litter is actually a snotty tissue." Today is trash day. I wonder where we'll go? I should put this on his blog.
4. I should have just named this 10-second thoughts, because that's what it's turned out to be.
5. I don't have a fifth one. Please cheer me up in the comments.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
5 Things To Be Happy About
I was digging through old blog posts in an effort to find pictures of a project I started a long time ago, and which I have recently begun working at again. I didn't find them, boo... but I did notice that I used to write posts entitled, "5 Things To Be Happy About." I think that's a more positive quickie post than "10 Second Thoughts," so I figured I'd revive it. For today.
1) I know how to knit, now. Very basic stuff, but I can make a dishcloth, a prettier dishcloth, I'm guessing I could pull off a scarf... and I just finished knitting a basic hat today to donate to a local oncology floor. I like to have my hands busy, and knitting is productive.
2) I have two bright, healthy kids. Josh and I rented 50/50 the other night, and I got thinking about how horrific it would be if one of our children had cancer (even though the main character is in his 20s... for some reason I just related it to our kids). We are so blessed.
3) Josh has a great job. His new hours have been an adjustment, and unfortunately he switched to this new position during an extremely busy time of year (due to school vacations and then upcoming summer vacations) so he's been drowning in work... but we are thankful for his job, for this change that he waited so many years for, and for change itself - life can get monotonous, and burnout is huge in law enforcement (nursing too, heh). He has lots more weekends off now, which is pretty much the bee's knees. (I have a great job, too, by the way... but I'm claiming Josh's this time.)
4) The rain this week has turned everything super bright, vibrant green. I love Spring and all the promise that it holds for a gorgeous summer. I really want a gigantic garden. The kind that weeds itself, of course.
5) I got to help out in Ben's classroom today and he didn't burst into tears when I left. I guess that's technically two. It was so fun to be in his little world for awhile and to interact with some of his peers. I feel like you can tell a lot about a kid's family by the way they behave. (I don't mean good vs. bad, I mean social vs. quiet, secure vs. insecure, rough vs. gentle, etc.) It was just really neat to absorb all that. I wonder what people think of Ben's family, judging by his behavior.... :)
1) I know how to knit, now. Very basic stuff, but I can make a dishcloth, a prettier dishcloth, I'm guessing I could pull off a scarf... and I just finished knitting a basic hat today to donate to a local oncology floor. I like to have my hands busy, and knitting is productive.
2) I have two bright, healthy kids. Josh and I rented 50/50 the other night, and I got thinking about how horrific it would be if one of our children had cancer (even though the main character is in his 20s... for some reason I just related it to our kids). We are so blessed.
3) Josh has a great job. His new hours have been an adjustment, and unfortunately he switched to this new position during an extremely busy time of year (due to school vacations and then upcoming summer vacations) so he's been drowning in work... but we are thankful for his job, for this change that he waited so many years for, and for change itself - life can get monotonous, and burnout is huge in law enforcement (nursing too, heh). He has lots more weekends off now, which is pretty much the bee's knees. (I have a great job, too, by the way... but I'm claiming Josh's this time.)
4) The rain this week has turned everything super bright, vibrant green. I love Spring and all the promise that it holds for a gorgeous summer. I really want a gigantic garden. The kind that weeds itself, of course.
5) I got to help out in Ben's classroom today and he didn't burst into tears when I left. I guess that's technically two. It was so fun to be in his little world for awhile and to interact with some of his peers. I feel like you can tell a lot about a kid's family by the way they behave. (I don't mean good vs. bad, I mean social vs. quiet, secure vs. insecure, rough vs. gentle, etc.) It was just really neat to absorb all that. I wonder what people think of Ben's family, judging by his behavior.... :)
Monday, May 07, 2012
Be kind to yourself. Do less laundry.
Ha!
I've started this new thing where I won't put in a new load of laundry until the previous load is FOLDED. It has been *awesome.* Seriously. My old pattern was: wait until mountains of laundry pile up. Wash a load, dry a load, throw it on the couch. Wash another load, dry that load, throw that load on the couch. Lather, rinse, repeat. Basically the only time I would ever fold laundry was when the entire couch was covered... which equals about seven loads of laundry (or, um, more). Good thing we have two couches! Suffice it to say that I hate folding laundry. Hate it! Two good things came from this "plan." One, Josh would occasionally take pity on me and fold THE WHOLE MOUNTAIN of laundry. Bless that man! Two, Ben has learned how to fold washcloths, his own underwear, and the entire family's pants. And he actually likes to do it! With a gigantic mountain of laundry to be folded, I could keep myself busy with towels and t-shirts while he went to town on the stuff he could do. It was great.
But maybe not as great as only ever folding one load at a time. I am baffled by how tiny a load of laundry seems. It takes me like five minutes. Maybe ten. And since I don't put another load IN until the current load is folded, I get a long break in between foldings which is sheer bliss. I still hate folding laundry.
I've started this new thing where I won't put in a new load of laundry until the previous load is FOLDED. It has been *awesome.* Seriously. My old pattern was: wait until mountains of laundry pile up. Wash a load, dry a load, throw it on the couch. Wash another load, dry that load, throw that load on the couch. Lather, rinse, repeat. Basically the only time I would ever fold laundry was when the entire couch was covered... which equals about seven loads of laundry (or, um, more). Good thing we have two couches! Suffice it to say that I hate folding laundry. Hate it! Two good things came from this "plan." One, Josh would occasionally take pity on me and fold THE WHOLE MOUNTAIN of laundry. Bless that man! Two, Ben has learned how to fold washcloths, his own underwear, and the entire family's pants. And he actually likes to do it! With a gigantic mountain of laundry to be folded, I could keep myself busy with towels and t-shirts while he went to town on the stuff he could do. It was great.
But maybe not as great as only ever folding one load at a time. I am baffled by how tiny a load of laundry seems. It takes me like five minutes. Maybe ten. And since I don't put another load IN until the current load is folded, I get a long break in between foldings which is sheer bliss. I still hate folding laundry.
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