Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

March 31, 2006


Perhaps I spoke too soon.

When it comes to me and my hair...I'm just a big oragutan. Beginning to think Sinead O'Conner had the right idea.

March 30, 2006


Whelp, Thursday's momentum really never got going.

I got up late because I was up late last night searching for my book that I was reading. I tote a book around with me constantly usually I know where it is. However, last night I put it somewhere very strange (the window sill in the bathroom) and totally forgot. An hour after Top Chef* and I am still searching. Well! It was a library book and I really wanted to read just one more chapter before I went to bed.

Mom and I ran to the store to get some essentials and to pick up the pictures I had sent in. We're sending my cousin pictures of all of our arms wearing the yellow Livestrong bracelets (since he has cancer) plus the Livestrong Foundation's free surivorship notebook and some bracelets for everyone in Missouri.

When Hokie Hubby got home I did manage to get something done on my Spring Break To-Do List. But after kitten hunting, I was tired. So I sat in my chair and read my book. Ahhhhh, now that is Spring Break.

Now, I am off to do my hair and shower before a friend comes over. I'm trying to talk myself out of ordering pizza for dinner because I've been doing really well at watching what I eat and exercising. I haven't weighed myself because I don't own a scale, but I really need to so that I can see some progress whenever I get the gumption to actually weigh myself. I know what I was in January. Let's see if that number has gone up or down. Bets anyone?

I've done something aerobic every day this week (and man do I ache, but it's getting easier). Whether that is my exercise DVD or chasing the beagle or picking up sticks. Yay me. Hmm, maybe a salad with my pizza.

The most exciting part of my day actually happened yesterday, but since I had already posted yesterday, I am counting it as today. Does that make any sense? Anyway... The kitten came to visit! And I got pictures! Woohoo! They'll be posted as soon as I upload them to the laptop, put them on the flash drive, and transfer them to the desktop.

* I can't STAND that Tiffani woman.

March 29, 2006


Oh, I hurt. I ache.

I spent the afternoon cleaning out the garage. Boy, it was a mess! While I cleaned out the garage I had help. Contrary to popular belief, Lulu is a wonderful helper when she's not running through piles of dirt, playing with stray pop bottles, or chasing barn kitties. That time is very small.

I don't think I have swept that much in a long time. The garage looks much better though and that is what is important. It's not party ready, but its ready to get party ready. Plus, I got a bunch of the winter junk thrown out, put away, and tossed up into the attic (shhh, don't tell Hokie Hubby I climbed the ladder without anyone here).

As I was cleaning out the garage my cousin came over with his dog. Lulu loves Tag. Tag does not like Lulu at all. He's almost scared of her (her exhuberence causes that reaction in most animals and children). I held Lu off of both Tag and my cousin.

Then he told me the news. Our neighbors have sold their farm. To a developer. It's not offical until June 1st, but as long as the deal goes through, and it will - it's sold. Since we've done so much business with them since we downsized our farm he informed me that they (he and his wife) would be moving to Missouri a year earlier than planned. They're leaving next spring.

I hurt. I ache.

March 28, 2006


In case you missed it the first time, I love my hair dresser.

I have been long overdue for a haircut, but I've been putting it off. Just like my mother. We go to the same woman so we usually end up going together. Finally, we got an appointment to get our hair cut for today.

Mom was so eager to get hers cut she was practically counting down the hours. My mother, who never makes a decision, told me as we got out of the car, "I'll go first!"

I came to D prepared today. Once again, I was unsatisfied with my hair. I like the cut, but there was no style. I've never had a hair style. It's always been long and curly, short and curly, or straight. Nothing that I would call a style.

Finally, I thought I had found a good hairstyle for me. Short but not so short my face looks like a pumpkin and relatively current. Plus, I have issues with hair being in my face. I don't like it. But I am digressing...

I walked into the salon handed D this picture (and 2 others just like it). I asked her if she thought it would work with my face and she thought it would. I asked her if it was hard to do at home (since curlers and I don't get along...curling irons and I barely tolerate each other, but we're working on it). She assured me that it would really easy to do at home and after she cut my hair, she showed me how.

Hokie Hubby knows how excited I was about it and has called several times while I was out to tell me that he can't wait to see my new haircut and to tell me he's sure I'll be beautiful no matter how I style my hair. Have I mentioned how much I love that man?

I CAN do it. It IS easy and I absolutely LOVE it!

I am off to go curl my hair. I had big plans to get things crossed off my Spring Break To-Do list, but alas, I can't be torn away from the mirror.

March 27, 2006

Walk Away the Pounds

Here you go Shelly and Carrie....

This is my new DVD...kinda. Somehow, I managed to grab the DVD with 3 different workouts (Go me!). Right now, I'm doing the 1 mile one and I hope to eventually work up to the 2 and 3 mile workouts. Hokie Hubby scoffed at my exercise DVD, but even he admitted the 1 mile workout wasn't as cushy as he thought it would be.

Spring Break To Do List

Ok...I've begun my Spring Break To-Do list. It may all get done. None of it may get done. I may do something not on the list (aren't I the rebel), but this gives me a direction. Ideas for when I find myself sitting at the computer thinking, "hmmm, what could I be doing?"

Without further ado, here it is:

  • Get my haircut
  • Clean out my closets of clothes I can't/won't wear (Thanks for the idea, Shelly)
  • Plant some bulbs outside if the weather cooperates. Inside plants don't work with 3 cats. Socks eats everything. (Thanks for the idea, MommyProf)
  • Take Lulu to get her toenails trimmed. - Appt. made for Friday @ 3P.M.
  • Clean out the garage in preparation for this summer's family get-together/possible surprise retirement party for my mother.
  • Laundry, laundry, laundry. I'd like to be caught up by next week. Ha!
  • Finally get the office presentable (clean) (i.e. hubby's junk uh stuff in files, laptop/desktop hub set up and working, and clean out the closet in the office).
  • Figure out what to do with TWO sewing machines I can't use because I can't load either. One is my mother-in-law's mother's machine and one is my grandmothers (they both have stands to go with them).
  • Decide just how much sentimental clutter I am willing to put up with.
  • Find the Fuzzy barn kitty's kitten. Also find Mokey's kittens. Photograph said kitten. Photograph Mokey's kitten.
  • Take down snow fence - hurrah!
  • Pick up sticks in the yard in preparation for mowing. Yipee!

March 26, 2006

Random Weighty Thoughts

So...I've been following this hubbub (after coming late to the game). I've read posts about it here and here and here and here.

While MIM's basic argument that women shouldn't "let themselves go" after they get married doesn't apply to me; the argument that not being "in shape" isn't fair to my husband does apply to me. I would also agree with her that sometimes weight gain can be a symptom of depression not the cause. For me, it all becomes quite messy - a question of "which came first, the chicken or the egg".

I have never been thin. Never. I can't remember a time when I wasn't "the fat girl." I can't remember a time when I haven't been in public sneaking furtive glances at people who were making fun of me under their breath or loudly so everyone could hear. I could tell stories that would take up pages and pages of my blog, but who really wants to hear that? No one. And trust me, I don't want to relive those experiences. Like most overweight kids, I learned to make the jokes for people, before they could make them. Erin's defense mechanism #1 - humor.

Here's the deal though. I met my husband online (the only way, I still believe, I could ever meet someone). We were friends for a while before we even explored a relationship. I made sure that he had genuine feelings for me before I ever sent him a picture. And even after I sent the picture...I worried. It had happened before. Someone seemed to genuinely "like" me only to never speak to me again after I sent my picture.

Is that considered tricking him? I made him care about me...then I sent him the downside of this relationship - my picture. For me, it was self-defense. Throughout our whole relationship, I've never been thin therefore I seriously don't believe Hokie Hubby expects it of me. He either loves me for me or he doesn't.

Have you seen the Weight Watchers commerical with the Cher song (Song for the Lonely)? The one that shows the following words:
There is more than one woman
Who feels like the fattest woman in the room
Who dreads mirrors
Who would rather shop for shoes than clothes
Who will try and fail more times than she can count

It's stupid and its insane, but the first time I saw that commercial, I cried. (I'm such a freakin' baby, anyway) I guess, it was just the fact that someone, somewhere "got it".

I think my point is this. No matter what I have looked like over the years - my husband seems to be proud of me.

I can't understand why.
I can't fathom it.

I hate going to social functions with him because I hate being the fattest woman in the room. He refuses to go without me, because he likes "showing me off". Is he insane!? Hide me in a closet like a normal person would want to. Sitting at a soccer banquet full of atheltic young college girls is my worst nightmare.

The only time he gets really angry with me is when I make "jokes". Most people just laugh. Hokie Hubby gives me the evil eye and makes me repeat vile words like, "I'm a beautiful person." (Gag)

Each time I decide I really need to lose weight, he smiles at me, gives me a hug, and tells me he loves me no matter what I look like. Then, he helps me plan an exercise routine. He all but gives up his beloved Pepsi and stomaches foods he swore he'd never eat.

So, do I owe it to Hokie Hubby to "get in shape". No. I owe it to myself. Will he love me any less or find me any less attractice if I don't lose weight? No. He's already shown that by staying with me this long. Will I love him any less if he gains weight? Nope. Health issues aside, I love him for whoever and whatever he is. He's had that faith in me and I have learned, through him, to have that faith in others.

I truly believe weight loss is all about your support system and with Hokie Hubby in my corner...I can move mountains.

P.S. I have a new exercise DVD that I just LOVE. I actually look forward to popping it into the DVD player each day. That is SO not me

March 25, 2006


It's officially spring! Though you wouldn't know it to look around here. It's not even above freezing and yesterday, it snowed! We had a "balmy" winter so now spring is gonna stink I guess.

It's officially spring for me though because this week is my spring break. Yipee! I have absolutely nothing planned save for a haircut on Tuesday. It's Hokie Hubby's first week of "Spring Ball" (spring soccer practice), so I won't even get to see him very much. Oh well...I suppose I will have every excuse to spring clean.

Any ideas for projects to do so I have something to show for my spring break? I neeeeeed a project.

March 23, 2006


Well, the first kitten didn't make it. Sad. We don't know if it was already sick or if it just got too cold.

However, last night, she brought another kitten over. We spent a good 45 minutes outside at 9 o'clock at night trying to find where the rest of her kittens were so we could return it. No luck. Finally, we got another towel and wrapped the kitten up and put it in the window well under the kitchen window (more out of the wind). There are a bunch of leaves piled in there so I hoped that would help keep the kitten warm too. I wanted badly to bring that kitten in last night.

This morning as I was leaving for school I went out and checked in the window well. First, the fuzzy cat was in the window well. Hooray! And the kitten is still there and still alive. Double hooray!

We're taking it one day at a time, but for today - the kitten looks good.

P.S. She's a calico.

March 21, 2006

No more

I give up. I just give up.

** Update: As if I wasn't upset enough, the fuzzy barn kitty had kittens this weekend. As I sit in the office, I hear this pathetic mew, mew, mew. She brought her kitten to our house! Put it back in the barn idiot! It's 25 degrees outside. The thing is going to freeze to death. I want to just bring the thing into the house and take care of it, but I can't. I'll get attached and 4 cats really are too many. Please don't let the kitten die.


Whelp, we have acquired the "new to us" computer. Um...it's ok. It's going to take me some time to get everything set up the way I want it. Father-in-law reformatted the hard drive before giving it to us so it should be clean and ready to go. Hence my frustration when we're already getting error messages and it's slower than the laptop.

Furthermore, it will not allow me to download my perfectly legal copy of Microsoft Office. It's one of the few things that I purchased legally and have used since I bought the laptop. (Haha, just kidding all you legal types).

Just how difficult is it to change from Microsoft ME to MicrosoftXP and how does one go about that? I've heard many horror stories.

Baby steps, Erin. Baby steps. I just keep reminding myself that it only has to get us through until we get enough money to by a new computer. However long that will be.

Hillary asked about pictures. Well, I did take some pictures from our trip to Wheeling this weekend. Where are they? Yep. On the laptop. I will work on getting them transferred tomorrow if I have time. Which reminds me, Hillary, where did you find out how to put your archives and other things in a pull-down menu. I must know how to do that! Please share!

Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment and I'm helping Hokie Hubby with a fundraising activity with the team. (Concessions at a softball game - a.k.a. Erin is going to freeze her tush off)

I think I am definitely going to ask my doctor tomorrow for some weight loss ideas. I'm feeling very frustrated and hopefully she can help me. I wonder if they have a skinny pill. I would like a skinny pill. I'm expecting her to redirect me somewhere, but I guess it can't hurt to ask.

And dag nabbit, now I can't find the website I need. Argh. Today is just not my day.

March 16, 2006

You Don't Know Me!

Is it a sign of addiction when Hokie Hubby looks at me and says, "Do you want to take a picture of that and put it on your blog?"

And you are secretly thinking the very same thing?

March 15, 2006

I love 2nd graders

While doing journals today one of the kiddos brings me his entry about his dog. There is oodles of time left, so I told him to write another sentence.

Me: What's your dog's name? I need to know his name!
Kiddo: His name is Oswald, but I can't spell it. My other dog, Lewis ran away.
Me: (catching the Drew Carey show reference) I'll help you spell Oswald.

We get the sentence written and we still have a lot of time left, so I asked him to write another sentence.

Me: Well, what kind of dog is Oswald?
Kiddo: Ok, ok, I'll write another sentence.

He goes off and writes his sentence then brings it back (5 sentences now, when only 3 are required).

Figuring I've pushed my luck too far already I ask him to read it to me before he puts his journal away.

"My dog. My dog is funny. My dog is brown. My dog's name is Oswald. He is a lavender."

Uh....`scuse me?



March 13, 2006

Confessions of an Addict

Just about everyone is familiar with the hubbub surrounding James Frey. While I haven't read his book(s), I've heard they're really quite good.

So here you have it.

My confession.
I, Hokie Erin, am a children's book-aholic. I love them. I need them. I buy them whenever I can. I horde them in my patio where I can flip through them at any time. I purchase them under the guise of using them in my future classroom, when in fact, this will not happen.

Have you seen what kids do to books!? They destroy them!
No, no. These will Mrs. books. No touching! Carried lovingly in a ziploc bag to school, read energetically on the carpet, and then returned home in the same ziploc before any of the little angels get them sticky.

Today, I subbed for Reading Teacher on my mother's team. Unfortunately, it was also the first day of the school book fair. Normally, I avoid the book fair like the plague. Don't want to go and spend money I don't have or lust after books I should wait to buy. Why put myself through that agony? The books are fairly reasonable, but they're not book club cheap. Since today was the first day though, each teacher took their class down to browse the selections.

$30 later, my class and I left the bookfair.

But these were books I just had to have!

First, I got Ben M. Baglio's book, Beagle in a Backpack. I mean, HELLO, it's about a beagle! How am I supposed to not get that book? It better have a happy ending.

I also picked up a Judy Moody book, Judy Moody, M.D.: The Doctor is In to add to my collection of Judy Moody books. I love the Judy Moody books for several reasons. One, they take place in Virginia. Woohoo! And two, I think they're hysterical (as far as children's books go).

Kids also really like them.
I purchased Hoot, too. For three reasons. We read it during my first time teaching summer school and never finished it! I need to know how it ends. Second, I have vivid memories of visiting my grandfather in Florida and him showing us a nest of some of the birds that are in this story. I even have a picture of the nest and an owl around here somewhere. Finally, it's going to be made into a movie - so I need to read the book first.

On a whim, I grabbed Confessions of a Slacker Mom. It is not a children's book, but I thought it sounded funny and totally like me. If it's any good, I may pass it along to my mother.

My last purchase is my favorite. THE book I had to have. I didn't care how much it cost (and at $4, I wanted it even more). I am now the proud owner of Winners Don't Quit, by Mia Hamm. It's a book by a female soccer player. About not giving up! And soccer! That's a trifecta. It had to be mine. I've already read it and yes, I love it.

I am sending it with Hokie Hubby to show Head Coach tomorrow with the understanding that if my book comes back wrinkle, bent, torn, sticky, etc that he will be in big, BIG trouble.

March 12, 2006


Dear readers...let me just tell you about my family dining experience last night. The family - they were normal in their own quirky way. Little Brother is back from D.C. and returning to school today so we had dinner together on his last night in town. What an experience.

First, was the young man in the blue mohawk. Not the buzzed kind of mohawk, but the spiky kind of mohawk. The kind of mohawk that uses that professional strength hair spray and turns your hair rock hard. But honestly, he didn't bother me. Strange hair cut - hey, I've seen them before.

However, the woman that entered the restaurant before us deserves to be acknowledge.

Picture it.
  • Black, Mary Jane, platform shoes.
  • White knee high socks that look like they're cutting off circulation around the knee area.
  • Pink and white mini skirt that is barely long enough when viewed from the front. When viewed from the back, it's borderline flashing.
  • Skin tight white shirt - with bow to accentuate the "girls". The one good thing about the shirt was that it was clear this woman was wearing a bra. Heck, I could probably read the size from across the room.
Now. Had this outfit been on a teenager or even a person my age it might have caused less of a stir. However it was worn by a woman less than a decade younger than my mother (I'm guessing early 40s for this woman). While she wasn't as big as me, she was NOT at her model weight - if you get my drift.

Wow. Just, wow.

My question is this...WHY!? Why do that to yourself? I mean, you had to know people were talking about you (and the not so polite ones making fun of you). Why? Why? Why!?

March 11, 2006

Goin' Courtin'

Just to give further proof of my band geekiness, let me tell you about my evening Wednesday night. Hokie Hubby and I "finally" celebrated our anniversary. It's been a long three month wait. However, since it was Hokie Hubby's spring break we were able to go see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. This is one of my favorite movies. I love the dancing and the songs and the brothers - oh my! Highlights of the evening include:
  • Arriving at our table and seeing that it is only set for 2 people. We didn't have to share a table! I was so excited! I hate meeting new people and sitting through dinner and a show with them. It's just...awkward. Besides, I may preach "sharing" all day at work - but Hokie Hubby swears I missed that day of school because it's sometimes difficult for me.
  • Having our anniversary announced. We were the only anniversary being celebrated that night. Yay! That spotlight is blinding!
  • Two words: Cheese. Plate.
  • Seven Brides for Seven Brothers souvenir glasses (mine was originally filled with alcohol...woohoo!)
  • Leftovers... In a swan!
Don't scoff. Remember, I'm just a little country girl who is monetarily challenged and doesn't get to experience the "big city" much. :o)

March 09, 2006

Student Teacher Horror

I felt bad for my student teacher today. I really did.

She's been sick the past two days. However, she didn't bring in/leave any plans. For two days! Luckily, the teacher had her plans written in her plan book and could do the activities. When I arrived at school today, the principal pulled me aside and explained that Student Teacher had been out and that she hadn't left plans, BUT the classroom teacher had left me plans in case she was out again.

The next thing I know, it's 8:35 and the little 1st graders are tromping in the room. Still no Student Teacher.

Whelp, my "easy" day just became a regular day. Boo. Oh well. We're breezing through the morning. I'm trying to make activities last extra long - but we're still way ahead of schedule. As we're finishing reading (10ish) the principal walks in and gets the Student Teacher's "file". I don't know what it is and I wasn't smart enough to sneak a peek before she took it, but I know Principal is peeved. This can't be good.

The ST and the classroom teacher have a little spiral notebook that they write observations, suggestions, etc in and share. I glanced through it (yes, I'm nosy) and noted observation comments and comments about ST not chewing gum (duh). The classroom teacher's note from Tuesday wasn't very pleasant. Basically, CT told ST that had she not left plans in her actual classroom that she would have been in big trouble - thus she is in some trouble now - and could have been "written up".

At 10:30, Student Teacher comes in. She's wearing a jean jacket, t-shirt, and silk cargo capris. Oh. My. Silk? With 1st graders? Ooooook. She puts her Louis Vitton bag on the desk and starts pulling out materials. (Math script I needed during math meeting, spelling words, etc)

I finished up reading and let her get settled. Once she was somewhat settled she came up to me, teary-eyed, and apologized for being late. Seems the power went off in her apartment building last night and reset her alarm clock. I was immediately sympathetic as that is one of my worst fears.

Like I said, I felt really bad for my student teacher today.

Until... I noticed she was chewing gum in the afternoon (and if I notice, she's chewing like a heifer).

March 06, 2006

In the District

Well, I guess I can say it.

I'm jealous. :) My brother is on vacation. Yes, it's Spring Break for him, but dag nabbit, we haven't been able to go on vacation for years. Ok...I'm over it.

Since he is still a poor college student, he didn't go anywhere exotic. He and his girlfriend went to Washington D.C. She's never been there so he thought they would go for their anniversary/Christmas gift. (He's such a good boyfriend)

My brother is the kind of guy that gathers as much information before he leaves as possible. He has tons of street maps, metro maps, hotel information, information on various sites in D.C., etc. The boy is pre-pared. His girlfriend is the exact opposite.

He tried to convince her that she shouldn't/couldn't take a purse with her (her purse is actually a beach bag) when they go to places like the Capitol and the White House. She went out and spent two days finding the perferct purse for the trip. Mwahahaha. They're definitely bound for some adventures.

Even though I'm jealous, I'm so excited for him. I hope they have fun. I hope the weather is nice.

I hope they go to the
International Spy Museum!

March 05, 2006

Had / Sappy

Happy + Sad = Had
Sad + Happy = Sappy

Either way, that's what we are around here.


Today is the 91st birthday of my grandfather's second wife, the woman who has been my grandmother since 3rd grade. Grandma H has always been spunky and full of life. Even at 91 when her balance is going and Alzheimer's beginning to set in - she's a neat lady. She adopted our family and fit in quite well. I love her because she took good care of my grandfather for many years. She's amazingly strong considering she has buried two husbands before her.


We found out Friday that Grandma's daughter, B, who lived in Florida, had passed away on February 26th. B was just like Grandma. My grandparents spent their winters in Florida with B and her husband. B took them shopping. B took them to dinner and cooked for them.

B didn't believe in going to doctor's so when she was diagnosed with stomach cancer it got bad quickly. Some days, Grandma knew what was going on with B. Other days, she didn't. Now, as the family celebrates Grandma's 91st birthday...they're mourning the loss of B.

I don't care how old the child is a parent shouldn't have to bury their child.

March 03, 2006

Jello ~ Idiot-proof...or is it?

So, any idiot can make Jell-o, right? I mean, you just heat some water, pour in the gelatin, mix well, add cold water and refrigerate to set. Simple! No muss, no fuss.

Unless you are me.

Jell-o has become my nemesis. Jell-o is evil. Jell-o is the devil, Bobby Bouche!

While student teaching, my cooperating teacher brought in Virginia and cardinal shaped cookie cutters so the kids could learn more about the state symbols of Virginia. Being helpful me, I offered to bring the Jell-o.

The red Jell-o (for the cardinals) never got firm. It was way too watery. And before you say it, I followed the "Jiggler" recipe to the letter. The kids got blobs that didn't resemble a cardinal whatsoever. Hell, half of them ended up eating part of their napkin in an attempt to get their Jell-o. They didn't care!

The green Jell-o (for the state outline) firmed up nicely. Then it melted by the time it was to be used. Did you know you can melt Jell-o? It actually goes back to it's liquidy state. Luckily, I noticed this and rushed it to the kitchen to chill. I retrieved it in the afternoon and it stuck to the pan it was so "firm".

So, you can see why I am so proud of this:

If you squint, you can see it jiggling. Wheeeeeeeee!

Chime In!

I had the perfect blog post in my head last night as I lay in bed.

Now? I forget.....
Oh yes!

Last night, I "officially" joined the bell choir at church. Only, it's a chime choir. Same diff.

First, let me explain my band geekiness (as Hokie Hubby calls it).

In high school, I marched for a year. My school did band competitions (think Drumline) and I loved those. However, the marching part...I hat
ed it. It's exercise. It's stressful. You have to memorize music! They make you do push-ups if you make mistakes! It's not for me. Just when I was worrying what I would do about the whole marching thing, I broke my ankle. Thank you God! I could still be in marching band - but not march! Hot dog! The director made me an assistant and the next year, I begged for the job back (instead of marching). I was a member of the pit crew, too. That meant I schlepped all the percussian stuff that sits at the front of the field into the stadium for competitions and back out.

Now...what was I talking about - oh
right, chimes.

This is when I discovered the chimes. They're awesome! You get to hit them with a hammer! When you hit them with a hammer they make this wonderful BONG sound.

Not being very church join-y, I avoided the chime group in the beginning. However, I was asked to join in January and I can't say no (you'd think they would learn that and ask for more). The group played once in January and I was somewhat impressed. Aside from the director counting louder that the chimes chiming (1...2...3...4...1...), it was pretty darn good.

Most of the people in the group can't read music. Luckily, it doesn't matter since there are little pictures of the notes on the hand chime. All you do it circle your note in the music. Since I do know how to read music (well, treble clef) and another woman didn't, she moved to a bass position and I took her spot. Mwahahahahahaha. Did I mention I don't care for this woman?

So far, the one practice has been a lot of fun. These hand chime things are harder to play than the look, but I'm getting the hang of it. It's alllllll comin' back to me now. One of the older ladies told me I need to get my clarinet out and practice so I can play during the church service. You know, right after I join the choir. Uh. No.

Hey, I CAN say no.
These are what hand chimes look like. I put little stars by the two I play.

God...I'm such a band geek.


Lest we forget just how lucky we are...

I hope people don't forget the families of Sago.

March 01, 2006


I made it through a whole day of actual preschool. Normally, I sub for special services preschool. However, Thursday I got a call to sub on Tuesday from the preschool that isn't part of the district (technically).

First of all, I had no idea where I was going once I actually got to the building. There was NO secretary or director there. I stood around until I heard an aide ask Permanent Sub if she was her sub today from Mrs. Ah, no that was me. I scurried down the hall to her room and figured I would handle the whole signing in deal later. Meanwhile, my aide was pulling Permanent Sub into the room and telling her she didn't care who her sub was, she wanted Permanent Sub.



That little faux pax aside, the morning went very smoothly. According to my aide, usually they don't get subs and the aide just does that class all day. Um. Is that legal? Wow. That's all I can say. Wow. I also got to spend the morning with a parent of one of my mother's kids...technically, two since she also has Permanent Sub's offspring this year too. That made things more comfortable as well.

The afternoon aide was much younger and a bit more standoffish. Of course, that could have been just me, too. I'm afraid I come off very unapproachable to subs and aides. I'm just not the type of person to walk up to someone, introduce myself, and start a conversation. Not gonna happen. If you make the first move, I will be friendly, but I don't have that internal drive.

Would I do this again? Versus...say, a stick in the eye? Um....that depends - how big is the stick?