Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

April 30, 2006

Flower Bed Before

Flower Bed Before
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
Sick and tired of pulling those stupid maple trees out.

HH agreed to do most of the work since the up and down was making me dizzy. He does pretty good work, I must say! Plus, he doesn't hit me when I tell him he missed a tree.

Flower Bed After

Flower Bed After
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
It took a lot more work than it looks like it would.

Gardening is definitely not my thing. Luckily, HH will help and we'll get things done so the house looks halfway decent for the family reunion this summer.

April 29, 2006


Where's the loyalty in today's work place?

Employees are expected to remain loyal to their employer. This means different things to different employers. It could mean everything from not speaking negatively about your employer publically (which I believe is called being a professional) to other things where you think of the company before yourself. Let me cite three examples.

Example #1: Hokie Hubby

Hokie Hubby has worked for The College for a year and a half. He gets paid for the coaching season (August through December). However, he spends time during the spring helping Head Coach prepare for Spring Ball and the coming fall season. He does this without compensation.

Upon asking for the opportunity to take one course at The College per semester, Football God/Athletic Director was livid. "We pay you as much as any assistant coach at this school," were his exact words. Um. As a matter of fact, not only is HH the lowest paid assistant coach at The College he is the lowest paid assistant coach (soccer assistant, anyway) of the entire conference.

He wants to do the job right - to put in the time required to do his job well, in hopes of getting a full time position when Head Coach leaves. However, I am left wondering if he isn't hurting himself because he's showing that he will work at the lower cost. Why pay him more?

Example #2 - My father

My dad has worked for his current employer for 25 years. Up until several years ago (5, I believe), this company was family owned (coincidentally, by some of our extended family). However, now that the company has been sold the working environment has become increasingly difficult. My dad believes they are trying to "force out" the older workers, my father, because they make the most money.

This company has gone from a wonderful family owned, customer focused, worker friendly workplace to a bottom line corporation. If you're costing them money, you must go. Someday, when he retires, I will write about the injury/workman's comp situation he was in several years ago.

Example #3 - Me!

I have been a substitute for one district for the past three years. I chose not to branch out into other districts because I felt I could hurt my future chances of employment in this district if I became "unavailable".

I have been a reliable sub for this district for three years. I'm not picky. Call me the night before - sure, I'll sub. Call me the morning of - sure, I'll sub. Call me at 10 o'clock when school starts at 8:30 - sure, I'll be there as fast as I can. I work my ass off for this district. I volunteer my time to teachers and principals and I teach summer school.

Before this year, I planned my life around work (much like I will when I have a permanent position). "Sorry, I can't have my doctor's appointment at 1, it's a school day. I need an appointment after 4."

HH believes this is "my year" to get a job. However, I know of only 3 teachers who are retiring this year and there are still at least 3 staff members who were previously RIFd to replace them. I'm not counting on the district bringing back the classrooms they phased out due to the levy failure. Why would they? They've seen they can operate with fewer classrooms.

I have some hope that I might get a position at my mother's school. The teachers know me there and like me. The principal knows me and hires me every year for summer school (so far, knock on wood). However, mother says she doubts I will get a position there because it might seem unfair.

So I ask you, dear readers, where is the loyalty? Where!?

ABCs of Meme

Stolen from Leesa, of course.

ABC's of MeMe

Accent – I firmly believe I don't have an accent. However, a friend from England once told me I did, so what do I know. I did twang while I was in Virginia though.
Booze of choice – Usually nothing, otherwise something fruity and girly where you can't taste the alcohol.
Chore I hate – Yes. Cleaning the house, unloading the dishwasher, and laundry - to name a few.
Dog or Cat – Yes, please.
Essential electronics – Computer and digital cable
Favorite underwater creature: Dolphin
Gold or Silver? Gold
Hometown: Living there now

Insomnia? : Sometimes, when I let myself think too much.
Job Title: Substitute Teacher
Kids? I'm trying - HH is a tough nut to crack. Hahahahahaha.
Living Arrangement: Husband, 3 cats, 1 dog, 6 barn cats, 6 kittens, plus various surrounding family
Most Admired Traits: In myself - honesty, kindness. In others - humor, loyalty, humility
Number of Penguins in your bathtub: Too many to count

Orbiting Planets in the Solar System: 7
Phobia: Heights, falling, large crowds (not being able to get through a group of people unless I push my way through - a type of claustrophobia)
Quote: “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~ Maya Angelou
Religion: Yep. I have one.
Siblings: 1 younger brother
Time I wake up: Work days: 6AM Non-work Days: 9-10AM
Unusual talent/skill: Umm...teaching?

Vegetable I refuse to eat: Olives. Olives. Olives. Olives.
Worst habit: Too many to name - interrupting, to name one.
X-ray Vision? Don't I wish.
Yummy foods I make: I made a pretty good chicken parmesan this week, Pepper Steak, I dunno - ask HH.
Zodiac Sign: Leo

April 27, 2006


Future Cleveland Indian?
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
Reason #1 I couldn't weed the flower beds like I wanted to today.

We were playing ball. Molly caught this one (and I caught Molly catching this one) in mid-air.

She's quite the talented puppy!

Won't you throw my ball?

Won't you throw my ball?
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
This is what I was greeted with this afternoon when I went outside to work on the flower beds.

How can you resist that adorable face!?

We played ball...for about 2 hours. I got tired before Molly did.

There it is...

There it is...
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
my ball.

At this point, Molly was pretty much fed up with my picture taking and needed more throwing of the ball.

She is very dedicated to playing ball.

She's like a dog with a bone. Haha, get it, dog? Bone?

Yeah, I'm corny.

April 26, 2006

By a thread

Oh. my. goodness.

I've heard the phrase "lose your shit" before, mostly from here, and while I have always giggled at the expression I hadn't experienced that feeling first hand. I mean, I don't have a cranky baby at home to drive me to the edge.

Until today. It's pretty sad when I get home from work and go out to mow the lawn just to get some peace and quiet.

Today I subbed for a kindergarten class. If there is a warning on the desk about the class when I first walk into the room - I'm somewhat nervous. Fact is, most teachers get fed up with their students at one time or another. Not only that, but a lot of students act differently for a sub than they do their regular teacher. All the little annoying things they do day in and day out aren't annoying to me yet. It's just a difference in personalities and people.

I get a little more nervous when neighboring teachers tell me she has a "difficult" class and to let them know if I need any help.

However, I get extremely nervous when the custodian (THE CUSTODIAN!) tells me that this teacher has a handful.

Oh good gravy, what have I gotten myself into!

This teacher did have a class. Boy did she have a class.

Before lunch, they were pretty good. A few minor incidents such as me telling one little angel that he had to use pencil on his wake-up work not permanent marker. I took the permanent marker from him and he proceeded to pick up a Crayola washable marker. At that point, I took everything that wasn't a pencil out of their supply tray. Geesh!

After lunch...oh my gosh. I was seriously glad their were two college students in the room at the time because it kept me from losing what little sanity I had left. In the space of five minutes, Timmy "accidentally" hit Joey in the back. Joey is wailing at the top of his lungs (crocodile tears) in the hallway. Of course, Joey's mom is in the building that day helping with testing so she pulls him aside to calm him down. Susy wants to sit with Amy but they don't get along and are now fighting. Plus, I have seven children in my face either shouting, coughing, or crying.

Finally we got settled down and managed to trudge through the rest of the day. Not before Angie used a length of paper towels taller than her to dry her hands in the bathroom, Marker Boy from the morning began crying silently instead of telling me he had a tummy ache, and we read Cindrella Skeleton (quite the interesting book).

When I asked the students if this was the way they act for their regular teacher. Noooooo, they all replied. I told them how sad I thought Mrs. would be when she returned and found that I had to leave her a note telling her they didn't listen. One little darling says without missing a beat...

"She'll be mad, too. We always make our substitutes mad and that makes Mrs. mad."

Out of the mouths of babes.

Not good

Head coach and son arrived before Head Wife so we got to take Head Boy around to see the farm.

What a hoot! They're coming back so that Head Boy can (and I quote), "Catch a cow."

Heh heh. Good luck there!

I've definitely decided.

I need a kid. Now, to tell HH. He's gonna love this.

April 25, 2006


My husband and his boss are insane.


And believe me, I don't use that word lightly.

Head Coach invited HH to a baseball game. Great! Sounds like fun. They're going tonight.

Ready for the insanity?

#1 - They're filming some Spiderman thing downtown.

#2 - The Cavs have a home game tonight. A PLAYOFF home game - and I can't remember the last time the Cavs made the playoffs.

#3 - There's a home baseball game tonight.

Good luck parking boys!

It should prove interesting for HH since he's going with a diehard Boston fan. (We're talking fan of Fever Pitch variety) I tried to get HH to take the camera (I want to see Head Coach get razzed by the Cleveland fans). He's no fun.

I told him to make sure HE doesn't get his ass kicked at least. Apparently that's why they're not sitting in the bleachers.


Go Tribe!

Have I mentioned not only Head Coach but Head Coach's wife and son will be at my home this evening? Cleaning like a mad woman! Eek!

April 23, 2006

Senior Citizens

This morning, as my mother is crossing the Burger King parking lot, two older gentlemen in a car call out to her, "Excuse me, can you help me fix my sock?"


Being my mother, she turns around and calls to my father saying, "J, can you help this gentleman with his sock?"

My father, being the guy HE is, goes over to help. At this time, the gentleman in the car begins to sputter.

No, no. I don't need help. No. I thought there were two women in your car.

Oh. my. God.

My mother AND my father got hit on in the Burger King parking lot.

As my mother is telling this story, I am dying. I don't know which is funnier. The men trying to "pick up" my mother (who swears she is going back to her old glasses after this...lol). Or them mistaking my father for a woman.

Cateracts, sir? Yeah, I thought so.


Since Pigs requested AND they're just so darn cute! I didn't pet them though (it was hard). I kept my hands in my pockets. Well, when I wasn't taking pictures.

April 22, 2006


So instead of going to the alumni game today like a good wifey, I went shopping. Yay!

First, we got my mother two pairs of new glasses. People, this is big. These are her third and fourth pairs of glasses. Ever. I kid you not. She's had her current glasses since I was a baby. A BABY! It's insanity I tell you. Insanity. She never spends money on herself, it's always the rest of the family. I was so happy she got herself new glasses.

She also purchased 2, count them 2 new pajamas. I insisted she get two (heck, I would have bought her 5 if she would have done it). Again, this is a big deal. Her current night gown (and only one) she's had...again...for as long as I can remember. It's old. It's flannel. It's fuschia. And it's getting threadbare. Dad and I are planning a stealth operation to get rid of the awful thing. She has a new night gown that I got her for Christmas but she is (and I quote), "saving it for something special."

Now, I ask you, when is she going to need a night gown for something special? It's like HH telling me he was going to save the champagne we got on our wedding night for "something special." C'mon people! You're killing me!

I really lucked out. I found all sorts of clothes. Yay!

I got this skirt in black. However, the shirt they paired with it was white and I don't do white clothing. I did get the blue shirt that is shown here. I love the color of blue and the little keyhole cut-out.

I also got a purple dress. I usually don't buy purple, but this dress looked pretty good on me AND I can wear it to soccer games since one of The College's colors is purple. (See, I'm always thinking.)

Of course, I can't find pictures of my two favorite outfits. The first is a teacher dress. Denim. Pockets. But the part I really like is it has a bunch of different collars that I can change out. 7 "different" dresses in all. Versatility is a must for me. Plus, I already have the same dress in a darker denim that also has the changeable collars and I just love it.

The last outfit is pink and green. Neither color I wear often. In fact, I only own one green shirt (well, I did buy this coat last month with my mother in law). However, this is awesome. It's the same style as the black skirt above and the tops that go with it, but this top is bright pink. The skirt is my favorite because the top is pink, but it fades to green at the bottom and has some green lacey type trim around the bottom. Love, love, love it. My explanation doesn't do it justice. I'll have to get a picture.

April 21, 2006


I worked half a day today. It was actually a pretty easy day and rather enjoyable. No funny stories though. However, I have finally found a children's book I don't care for.

Actually, there are several books, all with the same leading man...er...dog. Walter.

Walter, the Farting Dog.

Oh and I did this. Very accurate.

ColorQuiz.comErin took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

"Needs a peaceful environment. Wants release from s..."

Click here to read the rest of the results.

April 20, 2006

It's official!

My mother is retiring this year after teaching for 36 years. (I've known for a while, but was threatened with death if I told anyone)

Congratulations, Mom!

I'm excited.

I'm sad.

I'm hopeful I will get a job this year! Lord knows we're really going to need SOMEONE working full time.

I'm planning a party...of the surprise variety. She's gonna kill me. Shhhhhhhh.

Random Weirdness

Shelly tagged me Sunday and I've finally gotten around to getting this done. I'm not sure if I'm weird or just very, very strange. You be the judge.

Umm...I tag...you. Ha! Ha! So there.

The Rules:
  1. Go write weird facts/things/etc. about yourself in my comment box and on your site, then tag six more people. (You really don't have to, just let me know if you do it so I can come read it.)
  2. Then leave a comment that says, "You are tagged" in their comments telling them to read your site.
6 Weird Things About Me

1. I love pickles and mild banana peppers (only the ones with the stork though). In fact, I consider it a waste to dispose of the juice from said pickles and peppers. It must be poured into small glasses and drunk furtively so HH doesn't realize I'm doing it. Then I surprise him with pepper kisses. Mwahahahahah!

2. I take time out of my day to make sure my underwear drawer is organized by color. Purple drawers go in the purple pile. Blue go in the blue pile. Maroon go in the maroon pile. Orange (
Hey, I am I Hokie!) go in the orange pile, etc. It just occured to me that I have no green pile. I must rectify that situation, post haste.

3. I sleep with a blanket. This is my second blanket, in fact. My original blanket belonged to my mother. However, when it became more holes than blanket it mysteriously disappeared. My grandfather's second wife made me a new one. She calls it my "feel-feel". (rolling eyes)

4. I hate the phone. Hate, hate, hate it. Want to get on my bad side? Call me. I don't want to answer it, talk on it, use it in any way shape or form.

5. When I was younger, I ate too much cream cheese one day and couldn't stand the sight or smell of it for years. Now? Love it. Unfortunately, I ate hummus the day before I got the stomach flu last year and now I can't stand even the thought of the stuff. Ick.

6. I cry extremely easily. I used to cry whenever anyone else cried but I've gotten better at not doing that. I will lose it if I see a male tear up. I don't know why...I just do.

There you go. Weird. Strange. Or just pathetic. You decide.

April 19, 2006

Thank you

Thank you all for your support and understanding. I really appreciate it. People don't understand when I tell them about the wonderful people I've met through my blog. I'm very lucky. You're wonderful - all of you.

Today, is a good day. We saw D, Hubby's therapist this morning and I feel better about things. We're going to see her regularly for a few weeks until HH and I feel comfortable that the situation has been addressed. I seriously cannot say enough nice things about this woman. She's

I promised myself I would keep this brief, so I leave you with this...a picture from our Easter dinner, it's our loaf of Honey Bunny bread. Enjoy! (sorry it's blurry, HH took it :) )

P.S. I've discovered Windows Movie Maker...I am entertained. Mwahahahahahaha!

April 18, 2006


I'm here. Thanks for your kind words Shelly, Hannah, and Carrie. I appreciate them more than you know.

Currently, we're dealing. I guess I'm just numb. We have an appointment tomorrow with D, which I am expecting will "shock" me into reacting. Right now, I am doing what I can for Hokie Hubby. He would do the same for me.

The Good
We caught this one early. An expensive cell phone bill I can handle, once. An expensive regular phone bill I can handle, once.

No one (of questionable status) has called the cell phone since we found out.

It seems to be limited to just this isolated incident. Just last month.

It has snapped me out of whatever "funk" I have been in for the last few months. Apparently, I am a rock in a crisis. Yay me.

The Bad
It happened again. That not only shakes my confidence, but Hokie Hubby's as well. I was really enjoying him being "himself" again. So was he.

It brings back all my old insecurities and worries. Something I must work through.

The Ugly
Mental illness is truly the only ugly thing here. Mental illness is mean. It takes no prisoners. It doesn't care how good a person you are or how much you love your family - it just doesn't care. I don't mention our (and I say our because Hokie Hubby and I are a team) battle with mental illness to many because, like it or not, there is a stigma attached to mental illness.

Almost 22% of Americans suffer from some sort of mental illness. That's 1 in 5 Americans. To me, this means if you can say you honestly "don't know anyone with a mental illness" then you either aren't looking/listening very carefully or you are very lucky. It's such a lonely disease. We spend time trying to decide who will "understand" who we can trust. Luckily, we've found some great people along the way. Four teachers (counting my mother) on my mom's team of 8 have a child who deals with some sort of mental illness. That's half!

Depression is becoming more "fashionable". In fact, sometimes I think it has become the new "wonder diagnosis" (just to spite Tom Cruise, I hope).

However, when people start mentioning illnesses like bipolar disorder or schizophrenia or dissociative identity disorder that's when the word "crazy" comes into play. I used to throw the word "crazy" around when I saw people who were different than myself. My experiences over the last three years have all but eliminated that word from my vocabulary (in that way).

I guess what I am saying is this:

Until you have "experienced" mental illness personally or even through a loved one, most people can't understand how it rocks whatever foundation you have to the core. Only when you have experienced the helplessness that comes with many of these disorders can you understand the fear, the anger, and the pain associated with it. I applaud anyone who even "attempts" to understand what "we" go through.

I know the details have been sketchy, but that's all I feel comfortable saying right now. I hope you understand, dear readers. But more than that - I hope my experiences can help someone else in the future.

Want to do something, right now? Donate to the Hope Line or your local NAMI organizations.

Be safe. Be well.

April 15, 2006

Might Be Away

It's happening again.

I don't know who is more upset, me or him.

Just want it to go away.

Just want things to be normal.

Might be away for a while "dealing."

April 14, 2006

Toledo Signs #3

And finally, without further ado... my two favorites.

Heh. Heh.

April 13, 2006

Proper Etiquette


Upon entering a restaurant for lunch, you notice a table of "business" people looking at your table. One whispers something to the group, they look to your table again, and then turn back around. This happens several times with a different person whispering each time.

Do you:
  1. Ignore them and continue eating your lunch even though your appetite has been ruined.
  2. Cross your eyes and stick out your tongue - make sure they know that they're talking about you. Hopefully make them feel as juvenile as their behavior.
  3. When you catch them staring. Return their look. Do not look away. Maybe this will make them aware that they're not as smooth as they think.
  4. Get your lunch to go and leave right then.
  5. Tell your lunch companion/husband of the situation and spend the rest of the meal pleading and explaining to him that going over and "saying something" won't help - in fact, it will make things worse.
  6. Other


Today is Day #3 of the Toledo pictures. Where are they, you ask?

Still on the laptop. Where am I? On the new computer! Yipee! It's a Dell. I love it. I do need a good name for the new computer. Something like Bulah or Blanche. Anyway...

Until I get my last two pictures, which happen to be my favorites, off of the laptop you'll have to make do with a meme. I hope you'll forgive me, as my meme's have greatly decreased lately.

Snagged from Leesa

Directions - Go to Wikipedia. Type in your birth date (but not year). List three events that happened on your birthday. List two important births and one interesting death. Post this in your journal.

1692 - Salem Witch Trials: In Salem, Massachusetts five women and a clergyman are executed after being convicted of witchcraft.

1934 - The first All-American Soap Box Derby is held in Dayton, Ohio.

1934 - The creation of the position Führer approved by the German electorate with 89.9% of the popular vote.

Births include:

Bill Clinton, 42nd President of the United States (Hokie Hubby shares Reagan's birthday)
John Stamos, American actor

Otto Frank, German writer and father of Anne Frank

(Pictures coming ASAP!)

April 12, 2006

Toledo Signs #2

I guess this was a sign that used to be posted as you entered New Orleans. In tiny print at the bottom it says: "New Orleans Police Dept."

Read it from the 4 to the P outloud. That's what it took for me to "get" it.

April 11, 2006

I saw the sign

Part 1 of my sign pictures (I only took pictures of the funny ones). 10 points to whoever can guess where they were taken in Toledo.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

April 10, 2006

Open Letter

Dear Telemarketers,

I try to be tolerant of you as I realize you have to make a living too. However, I did sign up for the Do Not Call List for a reason (and believe me - YOU are the reason). So here is a word of advice from me, someone who at least TRIES to be nice.

#1 - Don't call me at 8AM and wake me up. I'm not nice until at least 11 on my days off.

#2 - Get a calling system that works. If I have to say hello more than once, chances are I am going to hang up on you.

#3 - If I am currently your customer and you are calling to tell me about some great new deal so I will change my deal, please don't bother. I abhor change and don't even like to think about it. Furthermore, change makes me anxious as do decisions. Anxiety does not make me nice.

#4 - Pronounce my last name correctly! It would be one thing if I had some difficult German, Russian, or other more ethnic name, but I do not. My last name is easy to pronounce just as it is to spell (are you taking note pizza places?). The grammar rule is if there is an e on the end of the word, the vowel says it's name.

The woman whose name you mangle

April 09, 2006


We're getting a Dell!

Say hello to our little friend.
Gateway horror and Compaq paper weight no more. Woohoo!

Happy Easter to us!

Toledo pictures coming soon.

April 07, 2006

Holy Toledo!

I bet you'll never guess where we're going this weekend.

See ya'll on Sunday! Be good! Leave comments! Heh.

April 06, 2006


Jealousy, thy name is Erin.

I am positively green. One of my best friends (henceforth known as Twin) purchased an Ipod for herself.

Let me explain a little about my relationship with Twin. Twin and I have often been mistaken for sisters. I will never forget the lady at the store who swore we had to be twins and then called her family over to "see" us when we told her we weren't even related. She told her mother that we "claimed" to not even be related. Twin and I can practically finish each others sentences. We don't have to finish sentences or complete thoughts because 99% of the time she knows exactly what I am thinking as I think it.

First, and foremost, I am thrilled for Twin. She never spends any money on herself, helps her parents out with bills, and manages to keep herself above water. She's frugal, she's thrifty, and she's just good with the little money she does have. Even though she is still experiencing guilt for purchasing something for herself, I am hoping that will fade.

Can you believe I've never actually seen/used an Ipod/mp3 player before tonight. I'm telling you people - I live in the sticks! Besides the fact that I really can't afford one.

Anyway, I spent the evening going through her songs (all 870 of them). It's amazing the similarity of music tastes she and I have. There's everything in there from Veggie Tales, to 50 Cent, to Kid Rock, to bluegrass, to country, to New Kids on the Block (shut up, they were cool). It must have been a sight to watch us both mouthing the words (her without music, me with it) at the same time. We'd break out singing at the exact same time - without looking at each other.

So here is what I have decided. I need an Ipod.

It would be prefect for the recruiting trips I go on with Hokie Hubby. That way, I can entertain myself, while he watches the game and not whine, "Are you done yet?" I mean really, how many soccer games can a girl be expected to sit through in one day!?

It would also be great when I go down to The College with Hokie Hubby so we can have dinner together or just be together. Let me tell you, three hours sitting in a car gets MIGHTY boring, even when I have a book to read.

It would be nice to listen to before (and heck, during) soccer games where Hokie Hubby is coaching. I usually go by myself so I wouldn't look so uncomfortable sitting there in the stands.

Plus, I feel like I would exercise more if I had something to entertain myself. I can walk up and down the road singing at the top of my lungs and not bother a sole. Well...I'd probably scare the neighbors, but eh- whatcha gonna do?

And finally, I could mow the lawn and sing at the top of my lungs. Aweeeeesome.

Since I, too, would feel incredibly guilty about purchasing an Ipod for myself while money is so tight I have decided how I will get one. I am giving myself two (2) goals to reach in order to purchase an Ipod.

Goal #1 - Lose 100 pounds. While this isn't my whole goal, it's a significant weight loss and I believe it should be rewarded.

Goal #2 - Get a full-time job. Even though I will be so busy I won't have time to USE the Ipod, if I get a full-time job I think I deserve a reward after 3 years of subbing.

Ipod...you shall be mine.

April 05, 2006


Over Spring Break, we had another kitten spotting.

Of course, there hasn't been another kitten sighting since then and the Fuzzy Kitty appears to have been in a fight so needless to say, we are worried about her and her kitten. Hokie Hubby has vowed to allow them both to sleep in the garage should the kitten return. I've got my fingers crossed!

We hope to be seeing this little sweetie around soon.

(We have no idea where the paper plate came from, but the newspaper is there from when we found the other kitten. We don't want to touch or move anything at this point.)

PSA #2

Magic is definitely the right word for this product. I tried this product like I do many new products. After seeing a commercial for the Magic Eraser, I saw them in the store. I love trying new things so I picked up a box of them. After using them both in a day, I picked up more.

The Magic Erasers true test came over the summer when we were cleaning my house top to bottom (a la spring cleaning). It was then that I saw the true power of the eraser. If the Magic Eraser can't get something off the wall, floor, or countertop - nothing can get it off. It took of marks on the walls that have been here since my grandparents lived here. It took off marks that I had scrubbed and scrubbed - with minimal elbow grease on my part.

I have no idea what is in a Magic Eraser and I don't care. It's amazing!

Kitchen Counter Before (red jell-o stain):

Kitchen Counter After:

April 03, 2006

Public Service Announcement

This stuff?

Just plain YUM!

I wasn't sure when it first came out, but after a trial bottle I was official addicted - and I'm not a big Dr Pepper fan.

However, this stuff?

Waste of money.

I took a chance, much like the Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper but unlike my last chance I was bitterly disappointed. As I walk through the grocery store and see people picking up this new Dr Pepper I want to run up to them and tell them to seriously, not waste their money.

April 01, 2006

Plug, Plug

Elementary school teachers do I have the book for you!

A 1st grade teacher at my mom's school purchased this book at the school book fair. Last week, before we left for Spring Break she brought it in to the new 3rd grade teacher on Mom's team.

have to read this book," she said handing it to Reading Teacher. "I don't want it to just sit on my shelf. Someone else needs to enjoy it too."

Being a booklover myself, I made note of the title and went home that night to reserve it from the library. It came in (
finally) on Friday. I finished it this morning.

32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny is hilarious. I found myself snickering at each snippet Phillip Done included in the book. It's funny because it's true. So true. I even got teary at the end of the book when Mr. Done talked about leaving his kids. It's definitely a must read.

For me, it was the perfect book to read before going back to school after Spring Break. It made me laugh at teaching and appreciate how great kids are when they are little.

You must read this book. (Pigs this means you.)