Riddle...

What do you get when you cross a kid, a magnet, and a computer monitor?

A rainbow screen.

Ask me how happy I am. Not very. Apparently while I was out of the room today in a meeting a little one took a magnet to the monitor. His response when I asked him what happened?

"I wanted to see if the magnet would stick!"

Nope, it doesn't.. but it does turn it a different color.

WW...

WW, as in Weight Watchers.

I took the plunge. I've started Weight Watchers. Today was my first day. I'm feeling pretty good... not too hungry, not too full. But, I still have some cravings that I'm going to have to get over and some food in the house that hubby is going to have to eat soon.

The cookies on the counter? Calling my name.

Little Dog...

Hi there! I'm Zoey, AKA Little Dog, Zoers, or Zo Bo. My parents have lots of nicknames for me because I'm just too cute.
Here I am in my favorite spot: the back of the couch. The only thing I like better than this is cuddling with my mom on the couch, or any other place she'll let me cuddle. Anytime my mom is sitting down, I must be as close to her as possible so I can have cuddle time.My grandparents think I'm spoiled rotten, but I think it's just because I'm cute. I love to be outside, especially when there are other animals out there. I enjoy chasing animals and have been known to jump the fence in the backyard just to get a closer look at the squirrels, deer, or birds. Even though I enjoy these things, I'm actually really lazy. My parents say I act like a cat because I sleep so much and I am always climbing on things. When I'm not sleeping, though, I am terrorizing my sister. Shhh! Don't tell my Mommy and Daddy, but I'm always trying to get Big Dog in trouble. They don't even think it's me because I am too cute to be naughty.

For those of you wondering... I don't really know what kind of dog I am. My shelter said I was a beagle/whippet mix, but I don't know that for sure. Maybe some Jack Russel Terrier? I'm pretty sure it's just cute mixed with adorable. I definitely use my looks and my love to my advantage.

Big Dog

I'm stealing this idea from The Pink Putter (a cute blog I stumbled upon the other day!) I hope she doesn't mind!

Hi! My name is Leila. My parents call me Big Dog so that I don't know when they are talking about me. When I'm not terrorizing my parents, I can be found sleeping lazily on the couch. I enjoy going for walks, playing outside, and chewing anything I can get my teeth on. My mom thinks I'm always the trouble maker between me and my sister, but really the little dog is and I just get blamed for it.
I love eating just about anything, even things that aren't food. Shoes used to be my favorite, but I saw how much that made my mommy mad so I stopped. Now I just enjoy eating paper, grass, leaves, and sticks. I don't like it when my Mommy tries to cuddle with me. I only cuddle on my own terms. I usually want to cuddle in the middle of the night when my parents are asleep. They usually kick me out of bed, though.

My sister is my best friend, even though she is a stinker sometimes. I enjoy playing with her and wrestling in the house. Sometimes we get in trouble together, especially when we play WWF on Mommy's bed early in the morning.

I'm the cutest black lab you'll ever meet!

October...

... is my favorite month.

• It's my birthday month!
• It's the beginning of fall and I love, love, love fall.
• I can usually wear a sweater or long sleeves and feel comfortable.
• The windows can be open in the house- I love the fresh air.
• It's my birthday month!
• The school year is in full swing by now.
• I love apple picking.
• I love carving pumpkins.
• It's my birthday month!
• I enjoy being outside when it's sort of warm, sort of chilly.
• And.... last, but not least, it's my birthday month!

Name-Calling...

Apparently I'm a woser. A big, fat woser. [that's loser, but little guy can't pronounce his l's]

Annnnnd, if that wasn't bad enough... nobody wikes me.

All of this after the cutie destroyed half of my room. Seriously, it's like they know that nothing else bothers me, so they feel the urge to destroy my classroom. Call me every name in the book, just don't.touch.my.$hit.

Except he had to clean it all up. And that included the 198 word wall words that were in alphabetical order. Now he's spending his free time organizing it back to the way it was. I don't have the heart to tell him that probably half of it was out of order anyway. I was meaning to organize those one day....

Tattoo?

Today I had an interesting little conversation with one of my students. Keep in mind these kids have been with me for 25 days now.

Little man is sitting on the rug during story time and he raises his hand (YES! I've taught them something) and asks me, "Mrs. [insert Italian last name]. Why do you have a tattoo?"

Stammering, I reply "I wanted one, sweetie," and I return back to reading my book.

He raises his hand again. "I thought only adults who curse have tattoos?"

I wait a minute, trying to regain my thoughts because surely they didn't teach us this in school.

"You don't curse, do you?"

Um... hello? Queen of cursing, right here! But not in front of the kids, of course.

"No, sweetie. I don't curse. But many adults get a tattoo for many different reasons."