Eating Nutella with a spoon.
(This one is from one of my favorite blogs- toothpastefordinner.com)
THIS IS REAL:
Happy Saturday, Dear Reader!
22 January 2011
What are YOU doing?
I can't tell you what I'm doing right now, but I can tell what I'm *not* doing:
Eating Nutella with a spoon.
Eating Nutella with a spoon.
21 January 2011
Snow!
Today is my very-first-ever snow day as a teacher!
Last night, when the snow started tapering off around 8, I decided we would have to go outside to do the snow dance, in a final and desperate attempt to get out of work today. I looked at Mr. Peaches and sharply said, "Get your shoes on. We have to get outside."
He returned my glance with a grimace and said, "But I'm in my underwear!"
"Snow. Dance." I replied with gritted teeth.
We stepped outside. The Mister in his skivvies and I in my inside out pajamas- which my students told me would do the trick- stepped onto the front porch in the freezing cold and lightly blowing snow. Quickly, we made up a dance and went crazy. Until the neighbors spotted us, and then we zipped inside.
They may have made fun- but I don't have to go to work today.
Worth it.
Happy January 21, Dear Reader!
*Note: Mr. Peaches did have to go to school today. I'm not saying it's his fault, but he did not wear his pajamas inside out. Just sayin'.
Last night, when the snow started tapering off around 8, I decided we would have to go outside to do the snow dance, in a final and desperate attempt to get out of work today. I looked at Mr. Peaches and sharply said, "Get your shoes on. We have to get outside."
He returned my glance with a grimace and said, "But I'm in my underwear!"
"Snow. Dance." I replied with gritted teeth.
We stepped outside. The Mister in his skivvies and I in my inside out pajamas- which my students told me would do the trick- stepped onto the front porch in the freezing cold and lightly blowing snow. Quickly, we made up a dance and went crazy. Until the neighbors spotted us, and then we zipped inside.
They may have made fun- but I don't have to go to work today.
Worth it.
Happy January 21, Dear Reader!
*Note: Mr. Peaches did have to go to school today. I'm not saying it's his fault, but he did not wear his pajamas inside out. Just sayin'.
20 January 2011
How Do You Measure a Year
One year ago today I began my student teaching. In honor of this, I have decided to post again my writings from that very first day. They made me laugh and remember all of my students from that time.
Today, I was very distracted reminiscing. On my way to school, I missed my exit to change highways. Then, I sat at a light until someone honked at me that it was time to move. Spacey.One year ago today, I was desperately missing cigarettes. I had been without them for only a month and was doing pretty well except when I was super nervous, like on my commute in to school. I still occasionally miss my commuting cigarette, even though the smell of smokes makes me nauseous most days.
One year ago today I was so scared. The eighth graders drove me crazy, even on that first day. While my own eighth graders have the ability to make me want to pull my hair out of my head, they are my eighth graders. I have a relationship with most, and have an appreciation for something about each one.One year ago a snow day was the furthest thing from my mind. Today, I am wearing my pajamas inside out in solidarity with my students, rooting for Mother Nature to take her toll on our city.
One year ago today, a child asked me if I was ever going to get married. Today I am planning our wedding.
So many things have gone so perfectly in the past year- our engagement, our apartment, our puppy, our city, Mr. P's school, and my job... And for the first time I am even living my life without waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some part of my perfection to come crashing down around me.
I'd like to insert something about Rent here, please.
15 January 2011
Spring and rings
I owe you several posts, Dear Reader.
I owe you a finished post about The Sims and a Happy New Year, which came and went so fast I could hardly stand it.
But right now on this cold and snowy January day, there are birds outside my door chirp, chirp, chirping away like it's April. I didn't realize how much I've missed the sounds of those little birdies. I feel the urge to grab a new cup of coffee and take a seat in one of my favorite spots- the front porch. Those birdies are tricky today, though, because I know that no number of blankets- or even Snuggies- can keep me as warm out there as I like to stay.
News: Mr. Peaches and I received our wedding bands this week!
Thanks to USPS Tracking services I knew when they arrived and I raced to pick Mr. P up from school. From the moment he got into the car we began scrapping. It was no one's fault- it just so happened that we were both grumps at the same time, which is super, super rare and by the time we picked up the rings from the mailbox and made it inside the house I thought the Ring Moment was ruined. And if we couldn't have a nice Ring Moment, maybe Our Marriage was ruined. Maybe we shouldn't even have a wedding at all!
Grump.
Actually, worse. Dramatic grump.
But then we opened the package. I tore through the paper and finally stumbled upon a little box.
When we opened that little box we found this:
And the grumpiness magically died. We slipped the rings on to make sure they fit and voila! Love.
The rings were purchased from etsy, my favorite wedding vendor of all time, and through a little shop called Fabuluster, which I first read about here. (Yes, a year *before* we got engaged I was reading a wedding blog. Say something.)
Anyway, the thought of having our rings sit in a box for six more months (OMG WE ARE GETTING MARRIED IN SIX MONTHS) was devastating to me, and I decided to keep mine on. Mr. Peaches hated this idea, so we comprised. I'm going to be wearing it on my right hand for the next six months, showing it off to everyone. (Here it's still on the left though, obviously.)
Also, here you can see here the beautiful engagement ring my grandfather helped us have made. Not only did he give us his wife's beautiful diamond engagement ring, he fully supported us changing it completely into something that fit who we are. He worked with us at every step in its creation and then, in a final act of extreme generosity, he purchased it for us as well.
We are so lucky and so excited.
I owe you a finished post about The Sims and a Happy New Year, which came and went so fast I could hardly stand it.
But right now on this cold and snowy January day, there are birds outside my door chirp, chirp, chirping away like it's April. I didn't realize how much I've missed the sounds of those little birdies. I feel the urge to grab a new cup of coffee and take a seat in one of my favorite spots- the front porch. Those birdies are tricky today, though, because I know that no number of blankets- or even Snuggies- can keep me as warm out there as I like to stay.
News: Mr. Peaches and I received our wedding bands this week!
Thanks to USPS Tracking services I knew when they arrived and I raced to pick Mr. P up from school. From the moment he got into the car we began scrapping. It was no one's fault- it just so happened that we were both grumps at the same time, which is super, super rare and by the time we picked up the rings from the mailbox and made it inside the house I thought the Ring Moment was ruined. And if we couldn't have a nice Ring Moment, maybe Our Marriage was ruined. Maybe we shouldn't even have a wedding at all!
Grump.
Actually, worse. Dramatic grump.
But then we opened the package. I tore through the paper and finally stumbled upon a little box.
When we opened that little box we found this:
And the grumpiness magically died. We slipped the rings on to make sure they fit and voila! Love.
The rings were purchased from etsy, my favorite wedding vendor of all time, and through a little shop called Fabuluster, which I first read about here. (Yes, a year *before* we got engaged I was reading a wedding blog. Say something.)
Anyway, the thought of having our rings sit in a box for six more months (OMG WE ARE GETTING MARRIED IN SIX MONTHS) was devastating to me, and I decided to keep mine on. Mr. Peaches hated this idea, so we comprised. I'm going to be wearing it on my right hand for the next six months, showing it off to everyone. (Here it's still on the left though, obviously.)
Also, here you can see here the beautiful engagement ring my grandfather helped us have made. Not only did he give us his wife's beautiful diamond engagement ring, he fully supported us changing it completely into something that fit who we are. He worked with us at every step in its creation and then, in a final act of extreme generosity, he purchased it for us as well.
We are so lucky and so excited.
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