Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

September 28, 2006


I have absolutely, positively nothing to report. Nothing!
  • No news on the job, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
  • I'm totally sabotaging myself and not working (I'm having issues) which means no teaching stories.
  • I had been saving $50 in my wallet as my "mad money"/money for the team function necessities next month. Well, when I went to whip out my mad money to purchase some much needed deodorant - it wasn't there. I've turned my purse upside down, inside out, checked all my old ones, and nothing. I clearly remember if being there last Saturday. Now? Now, it's gone. I also found money that goes to my cousin missing. I think I feel sick.
  • HH's team lost Tuesday night, badly. We don't speak of the game.
  • Since he read my post about his lighting issues, HH has gotten really good at turning off lights. He's such a sweetie.
  • Yesterday, HH told the team why the AD put the restriction on him. Thank goodness he did as the rumors were running wild already!

September 25, 2006


I know I alluded to an "issue" last week.

Basically, it boils down to HH's boss (not Head Coach, his boss) finding out about HH's illness and placing an illegal restriction upon HH. HH, being embarrassed about the whole situation, was less than honest with me. Evidently, I haven't made the you-have-to-be-completely-honest-with-me issue quite as clear as needed. Right now, we're in a holding pattern. Lawyer friends have been consulted and have offered help should the need arise - however, we're both hoping it doesn't come to that. HH will have to tell the team about the situation as rumors are already running rampant. That is slated for this weekend. Please send good thoughts. Emotions are running high.

Cryptic enough for everyone? Good. Moving on...

Twin discussed this on her blog today and it got me thinking. Are men genetically unable to turn OFF lights? Seriously. Are she and I the only ones who have to constantly bitch...er...remind our partner's to turn off the frickin' lights!

For example, this morning HH left before me. When I got out of bed to go to the shower (all of 10 feet) I saw the following lights on in the house:
  • Bathroom (both the overhead light AND the flourescent light over the sink)
  • Living room
  • Dining room
  • Kitchen
  • Had I investigated further I would have found the garage light, the hallway to the office light, and the desk light also on.

I spared the cats the sight of me stomping through the house talking to myself (Is anyone IN this room? Is anyone going THROUGH this room?).

I will also mention that my family finds this very amusing since as a child/teen I was known to leave lights on myself. However, things are different now - I pay the bill! As Twin says, "the electric bill is sky high and I'm not made of money." Oh Lord, I'm channeling my mother.

Turn something off! It's spinnin'!


I'm not saying I was meant to get this job - however! The principal had an charm bracelet like mine.


He had a Mickey Mouse desk set.

Hello, fate? It's Erin calling.

September 22, 2006

Oh boy!

Yesterday's issue still has me very upset, but I can't talk about it just yet.

However, I just got a phone call from a private school in the area. I have an interview Monday morning at 9:15 for a tutoring position. Three hours a day, five days a week. The pay is good even though the hours aren't that long. Plus, if I work my schedule right, I can still sub afternoons at the other schools!

I need routine. I need familiarity. I hate walking into unknown situations and maybe, just maybe this will provide me with that. I can work every day, but not necessarily all day.


Please let something good come from this. Please!

September 21, 2006


I cannot stand ignorant people, especially ignorant people with power.

Name change?

I swear I am going to change the name of my blog to Random Notions and Stories of Soccer because there sure as heck isn't a whole lot of teaching going on here. Nothing has come down the pipeline - teaching wise all week. Not that I am real upset about that. But that another story for a different day.

Last night Twin and I went to HH's home game. They won! Twin and I thought they played pretty well. Evidently we don't know diddly about soccer because HH and Head Coach were disappointed. Oh well. They won! That should count for something.

However, we were seriously creeped out by Opposing Team's head coach. First, he was really unprofessional - calling for calls that weren't there. Arguing calls that even I knew were right. When I can tell not one, but two players, are offsides then a coach arguing it is pretty dumb. Futhermore, his assistant was a moron. He wanted "roughing the keeper" calls when #1 - that's a football call and #2 the keeper wasn't "roughed". Then...THEN! He claimed keepers get 5 yards (as in no one is allowed to come within 5 yards of them).

Uh. No.

#1 - That's football again.

#2 - If that was the rule, HH would have played 4 years of Division I soccer at Tech, instead of one game (he had a career ending injury in that one game because someone "roughed the keeper").

Opposing Team's head coach further creeped me out after the game when one player was having a conniption and he PUT HIS ARM AROUND HER.

Do not touch the players like that.


HH got that speech again last night. It is too easy for things to be interpretted wrong.

September 20, 2006

Commence melt down

In what some would call a moment of insanity, I actually heard myself tell HH "Why don't you see if Head Coach would like to stop at our house on the way home from one of the away trips that send the team right by the house."

I said it and then the thought flew right back out of my mind - pretty much the same way it had come into my mind. Imagine my suprise last night when HH got home from practice and told me the dinner at our house was on.

On what? Say that again.

Luckily, I have a wonderful husband and his boss has a wife too - so they realized setting up a dinner in two weeks with the men's team too would NOT be a good idea. Darn right it wouldn't. I'd hate to have to poison their celebration cookies.

Our dinner is set for October 25th. That gives me a month to get things ready. Clean the house, clean the garage, teach Lucy some manners, freak out a few more days...you know, the normal wifely reaction.

A part of me is totally overwhelmed and worried about getting everything done. However, another part of me is really excited. I know most of these girls come from upper middle class families, but hey - how many have actually been on a farm? Not a whole bunch I am thinking.

I wonder if Molly would help me let the cows out *accidentally* so the girls can experience chasing cows. Gotta have something to talk about on the ride home! Oooo or I could stick kittens in the bus while they're eating. Hmmm...wonder how many kittens that bus will hold.

September 19, 2006

Who would have thunk it?

My mom sent me this email. It's actually really interesting. However, the bread thing at the bottom has totally changed my life. Mom and I get to the bread aisle in the grocery store and spend a good few minutes figuring out what color twist tie we need.

B.udweiser beer conditions the hair.

P.am cooking spray will dry finger nail polish

C.ool w.hip will condition your hair in 15 minutes

M.ayonnaise will KILL LICE, it will also condition your hair.

E.lmer's Glue - paint on your face, allow it to dry, peel off and see the dead skin and blackheads if any.

6. Shiny Hair - use brewed
Li.pton Tea

7. Sunburn - empty a large size N.estea into your bath water.

8. Minor burn -
Col.gate or Cre.st toothpaste.

9. Burn your tongue? Put
sugar on it!

10. Arthritis
W.D-40 Spray and rub in, kill insect stings too

11. Bee stings -
meat tenderizer

12. Chigger bite - Prep.aration H

13. Puffy eyes - Prep.aration H

14. Paper cut - crazy glue or C.hap Stick (Surgical glue is used instead of sutures at most hospitals)

15. Stinky feet -
J.ello !

16. Athletes feet - cornstarch

17. Fungus on toenails or fingernails - Vi.cks vapor rub

18. Ko.ol aid to clean dishwasher pipes. Just put in the detergent section and run a cycle, it will also clean a toilet. (Wow, and we drink this stuff)

19. Koo.l Aid can be used as a dye in paint also Ko.ol Aid in D.annon plain yogurt as a finger paint, your kids will love it and it won't hurt them if they eat it!

20. Peanut butter - will get scratches out of CD's! Wipe off with a coffee filter paper

21. Sticking bicycle chain - Pa.m no-stick cooking spray

22. P.am will also remove paint, and grease from your hands!? Keep a can in your garage for your hubby.

23. Peanut butter
will remove ink from the face of dolls.

24. When the doll clothes are hard to put on, sprinkle with
corn starch and watch them slide.

25. Heavy dandruff - pour on the
vinegar !

26. Body paint - Cris.co mixed with food coloring. Heat the Crisco in the microwave, pour in to an empty film container and mix with the food color of your choice!

27. Tie Dye T-shirt - mix a solution of
Ko.ol Aid in a container, tie a rubber band around a section of the T-shirt and soak.

28. Preserving a newspaper clipping - large bottle of
club soda and cup of milk of m.agnesia , soak for 20 min. and let dry, will last for many years!

29. A
Slin.ky will hold toast and CD's!

30. To keep goggles and glasses from fogging, coat with
Co.lgate toothpaste.

31. Wine stains, pour on the Mort.on salt
and watch it absorb into the salt.

32. To remove wax - Take a paper towel and iron it over the wax stain, it will absorb into the towel.

33. Remove labels off glassware etc. rub with
Peanut butter !

34. Baked on food - fill container with water, get a Bo.unce paper softener and the static from the Bou.nce towel will cause the baked on food to adhere to it. Soak overnight. Also; you can use 2 Effe.rdent tablets, soak overnight!

35. Crayon on the wall
- Co.lgate toothpaste and brush it!

36. Dirty grout -

37. Stains on clothes - Colg.ate

38. Grass stains - Karo Syrup

39. Grease Stains - Coc.a Cola , it will also remove grease stains from the driveway overnight. We know it will take corrosion from car batteries !

40. Fleas in your carpet
20 M.ule Team B.orax - sprinkle and let stand for 24 hours. Maybe this will work if you get them back again.

41. To keep FRESH FLOWERS longer Add a little
Clo.rox , or 2 Ba.yer aspirin, or just use 7-up instead of water.

42. When you go to buy bread in the grocery store, have you ever wondered which is the freshest, so you "squeeze" for freshness or softness Did you know that bread is delivered fresh to the stores five days a week Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Each day has a different color twist tie.
They are: Monday = Blue,
Tuesday =
= Red
= White and
Saturday =

So if today was T hursday, you would want red twist tie; not white which is Fridays (almost a week old)! The colors go alphabetically by color Blue - Green - Red - White - Yellow , Monday through Saturday. Very easy to remember.

September 18, 2006


He's my fav
Originally uploaded by h0kieerin.
Hours spent manning garage sale: 10

Actual dollars earned: 9

"Inside jokes" shared by Molly* and I: Many

Times the tempramental barn kitten was returned from potential homes: 2

Finding a loving home for my favorite barn kitten: Priceless

*Name changed to protect the guilty.

September 17, 2006


September 16, 2006

That time of year

We missed lift-off at 5:30...these were a few of the 25 that were launched that I could catch (on film) by the time we got home from dinner at 6:20.

I hope to be able to catch some more tomorrow night if I don't go with HH to The College for JV practice.

It's the first time in many, many years that the weather has permitted the balloon launches. Pray tomorrow that the wind sends those suckers my way! Once a balloon landed in the field and my aunt and grandpa got to go up in it. I'm terrified of heights...but I would be tempted to do that!

September 15, 2006

This, that, and the other

My three day stint in kindergarten is over. I actually had a good time. There have been days in the past where I have doubted if I could "make it" in kindergarten. I've come to the conclusion that in my classroom with my rules and procedures I would not only be successful in kindergarten, but darn good. We'll see if that ever comes to pass.

Yard sale this weekend (4 families combining stuff). Is it wrong to scope out what the others are selling to see if they have anything I want first? Would that negate the whole idea of getting rid of stuff and making some money? Nah.

Cleanest girls in soccer
Originally uploaded by me.

Lastly, in an effort to actually, you know, SEE my husband in the evenings he's been bringing the uniforms home to wash. I don't like it, but I don't feel like raising a fuss. Check out our the cabinets in our laundry room now. If they make a stain remover, chances are, I have it! None of them get grass stains out sufficiently.

Know what got the stains out the best? Light Karo syrup.

September 14, 2006

Oh the cuteness

One of HH's players had two sisters. Last September each of them had a baby. One at the beginning of September and one at the end. That means they bring two adorable little babies out to watch their aunt at the home games.

Last night at the home opener each of the babies sported a jersey. ABC* on the front. "Niece/Nephew" and Senior Player's number on the back.

The cuteness, I tell you, it was almost too much.

P.S. They won last night. Yay! That's 2 in a row. Two!

September 13, 2006

Another One Bites the Dust

Poor HH. He's had three players quit in the space of a week.

That's right, another girl quit today.

It'd be one thing if Head Coach was mean or HH was mean, but it's less than Division I soccer (not saying which division, but it's not cut throat Division I). This one annoys me because HH tried to make her a deal so she could still be on the team, but not have to make as big a time committment.

When I was younger, if I wanted dance lessons, my parents did all they could to put me in dance lessons. Often, halfway through I would say, "Mom, I don't want to take tap anymore." At which point my mother would tell me that at the end of this year's lessons, I could quit if I really wanted to. However, I said I would take lessons and I made the committment so she would not let me quit. Back then, I hated this rule. Everyone else could quit if they wanted to - but not me!

Now? Now, I finish what I start. I am a woman of my word. If I say I am going to do something/be somewhere/ etc. I am there. Maybe my mom wasn't the meanest mom in town...maybe she was just trying to make me a good person.

Huh. Who would have thunk it? I hope this girl made the right choice for her and I hope she doesn't regret her decision.

I loathe quitters.

September 12, 2006


Today officially started my school year. I spent the day at the kindergarten school floating while the teachers did the beginning of year testing.

Things I have missed since Mom retired:

Kindergarten has the highest class averages of the district. Most of the classes have approximately 30 kids. Twenty kinders was overwhelming, thirty is MIND BOGGLING.

Mom's old school has the second highest class averages.

Those ranks will switch soon as they just got word that they are getting two new teachers at the kindergarten school.

They aren't hiring anyone. They're moving people within. That means teachers already established will be consolidating their classrooms and moving to another school. Or district wide upheavel.

I had a glimmer of hope for at least 3 minutes. It was short lived.

I know I need to stay positive and keep getting "out there" to get my name out, but right now...


They finally won a game! Oh, thank goodness. After having two players up and quit on Thursday, emotions were running high. Friday's game was painful to watch, but today it was like a different team was out there again. I don't know what was different but those girls pulled it off. I'm so happy for everyone involved especially the coaches. They were getting very frustrated and very depressed. Poor guys.

Favorite trip memory:
After the girls won in overtime Head Coach sent HH out to tell the girls where to meet for cool downs and the post game discussion. One of the senior captain's breaks out of the crush of players, hugs HH, and tears off to find more people to hug. I wasn't the least bit jealous. In fact, I got a little choked up. Not only did they win, but they consider him a coach too. It's all he's ever wanted.

Finally...something good happened.

Oh...and some Lucy pictures*.
*If you click on the second picture and read what the door says, you will see that since CBS still owns the right's to I Love Lucy, you can't take pictures inside the museum or playhouse. So of course, I didn't....

September 11, 2006

A confession

Sarocomical asks..." Where were you when you heard about it five years ago?"

I was at Tech, of course. HH had gone to work in his office in Holden just like every day. Twin was visiting for the week/end. She and I had decided to make Tuesday our shopping day. We were going to Roanoke for lunch at Olive Garden, a movie, and shopping. When we got up our cable was out. No television. Twin got on the computer to IM someone when a friend told her about the plane hitting the World Trade Center.

Since we had no television, we went to Yahoo! to see if there were news reports. We read what was happening at that time (9:30ish), but we really had no concept of what had happened. So, we left for Roanoke. During the forty-five minute drive to Roanoke we'd hear bits and pieces of news reports on the radio - but it still didn't seem real.

We did a little shopping and then hit Olive Garden. The restaurant was practically deserted. Waitresses were leaving to pick up their children from child care. Everyone was just going home. There we heard rumors of Roanoke being a target (something about the arsenal) and 10 other planes unaccounted for at the moment. Rumors were beginning to run rampant already.

After lunch, we went to a deserted movie at my favorite movie theater. Then we decided to go to the mall. However, we noticed the parking lot was incredibly empty when we pulled into the lot. Long story short, they had closed the mall. By this time, we decided maybe we should just go home. Better safe than sorry and all that.

I still remember walking into my apartment and seeing HH sitting on our tiny couch watching television. As I sat down beside him and he hugged me, the enormity of what had happened that day began to sink in. We watched the news reports in silence - just happy to be together.

There it is, my confession - I went shopping on 9/11.

September 08, 2006


California.......Jamestown, here we come!

September 07, 2006

Job Satisfaction

As we're walking to the car after HH's team had lost their second game this past weekend, his mom asks me if HH likes what he's doing.

For a moment, I was at a loss for words. Images flashed in front of my eyes like a movie - HH at Tech when studying engineering, HH's look of pride when he asked me if I had seen Backup Keeper's game today, HH when we started piecing together the dissociative episodes, HH's exhausted smile when he came to get his bag from me the night before, HH's face when he talks about soccer...

Yes, was such an understatement.

The transformation in my husband since he became an honest to goodness soccer coach is astounding. Yes, some of the changes are due to his illness being under control, but the majority of the changes come from HH.

He laughs more.
He makes jokes more...well, his jokes are actually funny now.
He doesn't take himself so seriously.
He can find the humor in the little things.
He sleeps better (albeit louder).
He helps out around the house more and doesn't have to be asked.
He takes initiative.
He tells me all about his day.
He talks soccer constantly - good thing I find it interesting.

At the end of the day - whether the girls have won or lost, he comes home with a smile. He gets up excited about going to work. In all honesty, I'm a little jealous of that. I dread going to work. It's not that I don't love teaching - I do, but I hate subbing. It's a means to an end right now. He's worked his tail off to get to where he's at right now. Sure, there are coach's out there with more experience and more education, but I've yet to find a coach that loves his job as much as HH.

With that thought, I must go pack HH's bag for the New York tournament and prepare the travel surprise I have for him and Head Coach. Hey, if I want to be Head Soccer Mom, I gotta practice now.

Win or lose, Babe - you're a winner to me.

September 05, 2006


Dear Overbearing Enthusiastic Soccer Parents,

Get a grip and chill out!

A Coach's Wife

I will be the first to admit that I am new to this whole world of soccer. I don't know a lot about how the game works, but I am learning. I actually spotted an offsides call this weekend. I was pretty impressed with myself especially considering a year ago, I had no idea what offsides even meant. That being said, soccer parents (and I suspect, sports parents in general) are obnoxious.

Let me explain...

In high school, I was in band and choir - yes, I was a nerd. Our marching band competed in competitions so I am familiar with that intense dislike of a group of individuals I've never met. There was this one band that we always competed against....... but I digress. I understand that you want to win. Who doesn't want to win? Honestly, who goes into any sort of competition thinking, "You know...today, I want to lose." Wanting to win is a given, in my opinion.

At marching competitions, we would do our program and the parents would clap. Everything we did was wonderful. They were proud of us no matter what. There was no parent in the stand screaming, "TYLER, YOU'RE ON THE WRONG FOOT! GET ON THE RIGHT FOOT!" or "ASHLEY, YOU'RE OUT OF FORMATION!" They cheered and clapped and generally told us we did a good job - even sometimes when we didn't.

Soccer parents are different.

It drives me crazy to sit in the stands next to parents screaming, "Push up" and "Pressure" and all other types of general coaching words/phrases. They're arm chair coaching from the stands. Every once and a while, there is a "good try" or "good idea" thrown out to change things up and possibly throw the other team off guard.

Then there is me, sitting in the stands alone, sometimes with a friend and what "cheers" come to my mind:

"Good try, Ashley!"
"Nice shot, Brandy!"
"Go, Celia, GO!"
"NICE SAVE, Deana!"

I usually end up not saying much, or muttering under my breath. There are two reasons for this: 1. I don't know that much about soccer and I'm afraid one of the parents will turn on me if I cheer for something that isn't right. 2. I'd be the only one, and I don't want to be known as Coach Raptor's crazy wife. I get frustrated by The College's cheering section. At home and on the road, it's small. So instead of being loud and supportive, like I would like to be - they are loud and critical, which I refuse to be.

Furthermore, where has sportsmanship gone in our society? Seriously. When a girl on the other team pushes one of The College's players to the ground (a senior with previous back problems) and then puts her entire body weight into a knee in the downed player's back, why are the other team's parents jeering the ref for making the call? That girl has possibly ended another players college career.

Something is seriously wrong with our society when I hear a grandmother shout, "Make `em hurt, Rival Team. Make `em hurt!"


Furthermore, as a player, if my parent's are screaming "PUSH UP! PUSH UP!" but Coach has told me to stay back it is going to cause me some inner turmoil - even for a split second. I mean, who do I listen to? My coach or my parents? I know when my mother tells me to do something, I naturally start to do it. It would take me a minute to stop and think, "No, Coach told me to stay here."

I made HH promise to give me a slap...dose of reality should I ever turn into one of these overbearing enthusiastic soccer parents.

September 03, 2006


We're back! Uniforms are in the washing machine and I'm considering unpacking. Just considering. I have a whole post composed in my head but not the energy or time to write it now. Hopefully, tomorrow. I will leave you with this quote from Head Coach (regarding HH and his snoring).

"You sound like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park!"

I am STILL giggling over that one.

Have a relaxing Labor Day!

September 02, 2006


I am off to Southern Ohio for a tournament (HH calls it a tourney...jocks). I am really looking forward to it. I am meeting the in-laws and we're staying at the same hotel as the team. That means I may get to see HH for a few minutes. Hurrah!

The downside?

It's pouring. Please, please, please let it not be raining in Southern Ohio. I do NOT want to sit and watch a soccer game in the rain. My dedication only goes so far.

I'll be back tomorrow evening sometime. Have a relaxing weekend!

September 01, 2006

Blast from the Past

You Tube is causing me to not get work done. I find myself searching for shows I used to love. I'm such a nerd... Cases in point:

Don't judge me. ;o)


Tomorrow is Tech's first home game of the season. Woohoo!

As if that wasn't reason enough to celebrate - Hokies can also celebrate 20 years of Beamer.

That's two decades...one score...one fifth of a century...shall I go on?

Dramedy Girl and Nacho, thought you might like to read this.

Yayyyyyyyyyy football!