Because I'm a teacher...

I get to experience honest moments like these:

D: Mrs. M., is Valentine's Day on the 14th of February?
Mrs. M.: You bet. I think it's a Monday this year.
D: Do we have school that day?
M: *Snickers* and tries hard to hide the amusement. Doesn't work.

When asked why she was doodling instead of doing her math, J pauses for a few moments and says, "Just trying to pass the time."

burning question

are you a redneck if you buy furniture at superstore?

Rude Awakening

I'm already feeling sorry for my husband as he's the subject of so many of my ramblings. I admitted to him yesterday that I'd joined the blog world. There was a brief glimmer of fear in his eyes...and there should be.

So while I said yesterday that he wasn't "Split your gut every day" funny, he began to prove me wrong this morning.

Setting
Place:McMillan residence, basement suite, mother-in-law sleeping peacefully upstairs
Time: 7:32 a.m.

TL gets out of the shower and quietly steps down the stairs as to not disturb the slumber of her guest or husband who so fortunately finally has a day off. She's half way down the stairs when she hears a loud gasp, the blanket thrown across the room, and sees her husband dash around the corner while he exclaims, "Is THAT the real time???!!!" She quietly stands there trying to control her laughter at the sight of such morning drama as he stands frozen and staring from the clock to her face and back. In that disbelieving moment she must decide if she will continue to get thrills out of this or if she should relieve his panic. She decides it's just too much fun and watches him slowly clue in and collapse back onto the bed. Besides, now that he's awake, he'll make her morning coffee! He begins to mutter about how he should have heard the test alarm he'd set on his brand new watch...and how the manufacturers just make them too quiet these days. Her mouth begins to water as she anticipates the upcoming mocha.

Guests

Welcome to you both! :D

Now that I have guests I feel like I should say something intelligent. Hmm...nope, nothing.

Which brings me to a thought that keeps coming up. I'm not funny anymore. I'm not sure if it's a lack of time spent with my funny friends and I never was funny on my own--I just stole their wit, or if I'm lacking in true joy and creativity for some reason. Maybe it's living with Mr. Serious and deep-thinker. He says he likes it when I'm goofy, but I never quite know if he's for real or really scared of what old age will turn me into! Don't get me wrong, Stewy's not boring, but he's not "splits your gut laughing every day" funny. He's amusing. He does things that I just can't help but smile at because he's so sweet...but he's not helping me be funnier. Well, I'm hanging out with Jen this weekend and maybe I can stock up for awhile. This is getting a little distressing for me. I like to make people smile.

My grade 8s think I'm funny. Mostly because I make faces at them...and say things other teachers maybe wouldn't...like this morning...I was trying to help them remember how to spell psychology for their spelling test....so I told them how I remember it, "Piss Y Chol Oh Guy (with no 'u' in 'guy'). For some reason they thought it was funny. I thought it was functional. And sometimes I sing...well, maybe it's what I sing, maybe it's that I'm singing.

Anyway, I don't need to have a side job as a stand-up...

Hope you all (both) have a good day and smile once just to humor me...

Hippie marries Mennonite--will they make it?

So the latest in the saga...

We did decide on how to paint the music room! It's going to dub as an office so that we can see each other more. Not that he plays guitar all the time...I did expect that would happen, but it hasn't...I miss listening to him play. I love him...

I suppose the pressure of getting company tonight and having a computer desk in the living room prompted me to put the pressure on and we started painting last night! It's beautiful! It's Northampton Putty on three walls (green) and the fourth wall is Bittersweet Chocolate (really dark brown), Rusty Nails (self-explanatory), Greensboro Gold (darker green in the same family) and Muslin (beige) STRIPES! Yes, you read it correctly, STRIPES!!! It's much like a bar code considering the stripes are different widths. It's very fun....and, of course, Stewy's idea from his new job. The stripes are horizontal and just perfect. Taping was an issue, but it looks better than we'd expected.

Pictures to follow...maybe...wait, we don't have a camera. No pictures to follow...:)

baby blogger

OK, Bonnie. You win. I'll try it. But you may need to prompt me for ideas of what to write.

I'm not a journaler. (is that a word?) I do think and I do talk, but sometimes not at the same time...which could mean this will prove to be amusing, offensive, or boring at times. You've been warned and I make no apologies. My biggest fear is that I will sound stupid or be misunderstood. But then again...maybe this isn't so much for you, the reader, as for me--to document what I'm thinking about and communicate what's happening. I'll try. I really will. But I make no promises.