New Obsession...

Dear Nabisco,

Why must you do this to me? Don't you know I'm trying to save money AND my waistline? Unfortunately, with the amount of love I have for your dear Sun Dried Tomato & Basil, I consume approximately one box every two days.



That's a lot of money (and calories, but I care more about the money) that I could be using to, uh, pay my mortgage? I would love you even more if you actually had a coupon I could use OR went on sale at my local grocery store. Could you please do that for me? mmmkkkkkaaaaay?

Sincerely yours,
Mrs. L

I need YOUR help..

Okay, ladies (and gentlemen?)...

I'm thinking it's time for a change around here. I'm thinkin' a new blog title is a must. While I'll always love my mid mid-life crisis, I think I'm ready for a new name.

What are your thoughts on this?

You Can Say That Again...

Wow.. I must be really cool. I have comments daily from these readers. Since, obviously, I can totally understand what they say, I decided to translate for you.

See what they have to say about me..

"Wow, you're an absolutely brilliant writer. I wish I could be just like you. I have dreams of one day becoming an amazing blogger JUST.LIKE.YOU."

and...

" I'm so impressed with your teaching skills. No wonder you've nominated yourself for Teacher of The Year. If only my kids could be in your classroom. I know you'd teach them all about the finer things in life."

don't forget about this one..

"I want to be just like you. Your humor, your wit, and your enthusiasm for teaching just amazes me daily. If I could be half as brilliant as you, I'd be lucky. XOXOXO, your favorite reader."

Yeah, I'm pretty much a big deal. Not like you didn't already know that. Duh.

That wasn't right...

Our reading program has us sounding out words daily. The kids are really getting the hang of it. We're sounding out EVERYTHING we see. It's a primary teacher's dream, really.

Until you sound out h...u...m...p. I'm pretty sure in a normal primary classroom, it's not really a big deal. After all, a camel has a hump. A hump is a bump, right? Yeah, unfortunately I'm not in a "normal" classroom. Remember my kids? All emotionally disturbed and really "street smart". Sounding out hump isn't the best idea because in their worlds...

"Ooooh! Mrs. L, hump is what adults do!"

Oi vay.

Ugh..

I had to listen to bickering all day at school, only to come home to listen to the dogs fight. Of course, their fighting doesn't make me want to bust out laughing like the kids. I'm pretty sure they can't bark using curse words.

On a lighter note, I have the most charming (and naughty) little one in my class. Today she turned to a classmate who wasn't following directions and was, instead, ripping up classroom materials to say, "Hey, are you ready to join the group? We miss you and want to make sure you learn to read like we are." Seriously? What could be more adorable?

And? One kid turned to me and said, "Yo, Mrs. L. I'm glad you're not using your mean voice today. I didn't like it yesterday when all you did was talk in your mean voice." I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was the cause of the mean voice. For some reason, teachers don't like it when you curse and spit in their classroom for no.apparent.reason.

Phew!

I'm exhausted. I was reading some blogs and came across this via Mrs. Mindless. Which was pretty cool, a ruffled tee at a fraction of the price. Plus, it's DIY so I instantly loved it.

Fast forward to today. I get the brilliant idea to consult Mommy dearest who happens to be a master seamstress. I share the idea with her and she instantly says she can do it (and I actually believe her!) and was literally walking into Tar-jay to get the goods as we were hanging up.

Then, I came across a neat idea using ribbon and thread to make "flowers" and thought that might add some visual interest for the ruffles on the tee. I looked through my materials and Viola! I had all that I needed to make it- a plain white tee, black ribbon, black thread, and a needle.

What do you think ladies? I'm thinking maybe one or two more bunches, but every time I added them... well... they just didn't look right. And, when I put it on... any down below the bottom one will get pretty close to the shelf. The last thing I need is something to add to the shelf.

I Have What?

Little Man: Mrs. L! Your arm is all red! Are you dying?

Me: No, no of course not Little Man. I just had an itch.

Little Man: Oh. I bet you have fleas.

Me: Fleas?

Little Man: Yes, when my dog is itchy my mom says he just has fleas. Must be that's why you're itchy.

Me: Must be.

Do you think it was bad that I told a little one to ask his mom why d!ck was a bad word? I reeeeeeally hope he doesn't ask her because I can only imagine what the conversation will sound like.