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Lunchroom Purgatory

Once every nine weeks, each teacher in my school has a turn performing Lunchroom Duty.

What is this, you might ask?

Well, please allow me to explain.

See, this is what I like to call “Purgatory.”

Because I teach at a Muslim school, the students are separated by sex – females on one side of the lunchroom and males on the other side.

Each side is equipped with tables, chairs, refrigerators, and microwaves.

Thus, it is completely unnecessary for these students to intermingle.

Now, when the lunch bell rings, the students storm into the lunchroom…eager to warm up their lunches and let off some steam.

The girls are typical girls…immediately putting their heads close together to share the latest gossip.

The boys, on the hand, are quite different.

Do you think they stand calmly in line, waiting for the guy in front to finish heating up his food?

Oh no.

They run to the microwave, pound the button to open the door, and add their food to what’s already in there.  Then, they violently punch the numbers to add more time to the clock.

On Monday, I was completely unaware of this “routine,” so when I entered the room, I was shocked to find five layers of stacked food…all cold.  You see, it’s impossible to warm up anything with the door opening and closing twenty times a minute.

The boys were shoving each other out of line and, basically, acting like buffoons.

Being the mean AuburnChick that I am, I immediately took control of the situation, directing all but the first boy waiting to sit down.

They glared at me.

I did not care.

I am the Great AuburnChick…enforcer of lunchroom rules.

I “encouraged” the boys to wait their turns.

They weren’t happy.

I had invaded their space…a space where the little imps run the Purgatory (or so they think) and where their jobs are to annoy the teacher standing on duty, thus forcing said teacher to leave the room, allowing said students to go crazy.

I wasn’t buying what they were selling.

I stayed put.

As I stood near the boys’ tables (the girls didn’t need such close supervision), I observed an interesting phenomenon.

The boys’ side of the room was LOUD.

The girls’ side was somewhat muted.

The boys were grabbing food from each others’ sacks and stuffing their mouths before the original owners of said food could utter a word.

Then, as they began yelling to the person next to them (is this really necessary?), they spit cracker crumbs and sandwich pieces all over each other and the table.

N-A-S-T-Y.

The boys, you see, are always in a hurry to finish eating.

Why?

Because a huge, green field awaits their arrival.

They want to play soccer.

And so they exit, leaving trash in their wake.

This is true Purgatory for an organized person like me (you remember what my classroom looks like).

Being a quick study, I was ready for them on Tuesday, and I stood sentinel by the door, refusing to allow them to leave until they had cleaned up after themselves.

Oy, the joy.

Lunchroom Purgatory – It’s not for the faint of heart or those who want to be able to hear at 100% capacity for very long.

Thankfully, my penance is over.

Until the next term.

Random Dozen – Alien Style!

I always love the Random Dozen questions!  Join in on the fun by posting the questions on your own blog and then visiting Linda to link up!!

1. Do you believe, somewhere deep inside, that blondes do indeed have more fun? That they are “dumber” than brunettes or redheads? Be honest!

This is a tough question because I consider myself blonde, although my hair has darkened with age and is now sporting a smattering of white hair.

Do I think blondes have more fun?  No, although they/we like to think so.  Are blondes dumber than those with different hair colors?  Most definitely NOT.  I’m a teacher.  I have seen kids with all sorts of colors, including pink and green.  Let’s just say that dumbness is an equal opportunity employer.

2. Which animal would you most like to observe in its wild habitat?

When I was a teenager, my high school class took a field trip to the zoo.  One of the guys started agitating a gorilla by running back and forth in front of its cage.  The gorilla finally got so mad that it picked up a pile of gorilla poop and threw it at my classmate.  My classmate ducked, and the poop hit a very young elementary student in the face.

So, why the long story?  Well, because I wonder if gorillas really throw poop in their natural environment.  So, this is the animal I’d like to observe.

3. This week the U.N. announced that Dr. Mazlan Othman has been appointed the official “Alien Ambassador,” should any extraterrestrials contact us. Have you, or has anyone you know, ever seen a UFO?

First of all, please tell me that my tax dollars are not going to be funding this most atrocious of positions.  Seriously?

So, have I or anyone I know seen a UFO?  Unless you can count my mom flying across the room to tear a knot in my rear end when I was a child, then no, I can’t say that I’ve seen a UFO of the alien kind.

4. Name your favorite Hitchcock film.

How sad is this, but I have never seen a Hitchcock film.

5. Would you rather spend time at the library, the mall, a craft store or home?

I’d rather be home.  I am a homebody.  What can I say.

6. Which Disney princess is your favorite? (Or Disney character, if you are a guy)

Does Ariel count?  She was King Triton’s daughter, so that makes her a princess, right? 

7. What kind of art is your favorite?

I think that artwork done in pencil is pretty.  I subbed for the art teacher at Rooster’s school, and some of the students had incredible talent using a pencil to draw and shade in their pictures.  I think this kind of art is very raw, and it’s hard to cover up your mistakes.

There.  Did I sound like an expert?  heehee

8. How do you feel about viral videos, that is, videos made by amateurs that end up on Youtube receiving thousands of hits?

Viral videos don’t bother me.  I don’t usually watch the links that people post to them because I think they are a little overrated, but sites like YouTube have really opened up the world.  Where else would you see a dog praying?

9. Where do you buy your jeans?

I buy my jeans wherever I can find some that fit.  I am so petite that I have a hard time finding small sizes.  I usually get them from American Eagle, but I found a pair at Aeropostale not too long ago.

10. Tell me about your first automobile accident.

I’ve been very fortunate not to be in any serious accidents.  I have been in three small fender benders.  My first one would probably be the time someone rear-ended me at a stop light.  This happened a little over ten years ago, and the Mr. was in the car with me.  It wasn’t a super-hard hit, but it was enough to scare me.  To this day, I am skittish where it comes to waiting too long to start pressing the car’s brakes.

11. Have you ever been honest when you knew you would benefit more if you would be dishonest?

Yes.  Lies can be so much easier to tell if you know they are going to keep you out of trouble.  While I won’t say that I’ve never lied (that would be a lie), I will say that in some big things, I’ve been pretty doggone honest.

12. If you were appointed “Ambassador to Aliens,” what would you show and tell first about life on Earth? What would be the most difficult thing to explain?

I think the first thing I would show them is the Double Chocolate Chip Frappucino from Starbucks…

Of course, while introducing said drink to said aliens, I would probably talk about God and His plan to save mankind by sending His Son to die for us.  See, I’d have to, because God is such a huge part of my life that it would inevitably come out in my discussions with them.  I think that grace would be a difficult thing to explain, though.

 

AuburnChick – The Water Girl

After today, I have way more respect for the kids who march in the band.

Why?

Because I stood, for almost two hours, refilling water jugs and, in general, just being an “extra” hand if the kids needed something.

I am, as I type this, sitting on the couch bemoaning how sore my feet are.

Either I’m too old for this, or I’m out of shape.

I suspect it’s the latter.

Honestly, I don’t know how kids do it.  I would not have been strong enough, even at their tender ages.

I watched as the kids marched out the same 16 steps twenty or thirty times…over and over and over again.

I watched kids get called out for scratching their noses when they were supposed to be standing at attention.

I got tickled as I heard the band director demand that the players holler “Uh,” not “Up,” until they got it right.

He has a good ear, that one, for he was even able to discern the one boy, out of over 100, who dragged out his “Uh” too long (hey, we speak Redneck…it’s hard to overcome this accent).

We had a couple of minor issues.  One girl had ripped the skin from her wrist, and she needed a bandaid.

Another gentleman wanted a band aid to cover up a hole of some sort in his instrument.

Although I didn’t have the medical box on the field, I did have something better.

My purse.

The black hole.

The bottomless pit that contains anything and everything a mom could possibly need.

Band aids?

Not a problem!

Scissors to trim the rectangular band aid into the round one needed for the instrument?

Not a problem.

The gal who had met me at the field to show me the ropes could scarcely believe the stuff I was pulling out of my purse.

Finally, the director gathered the students together.

I took it as my cue to leave…another title etched into the ole resume…

Water Girl.

Bonnie and Clyde – On the Run Again

Please study the following picture closely…see if you can figure out what’s wrong with it…

What?  You can’t figure it out?

I’ll give you a clue.

Those are my dogs, but they’re not exactly standing in my yard.

Oh no.

See, I was standing in my driveway when I took that picture.

And all I could repeat, over and over, was, “Stupid dogs, stupid dogs, stupid dogs.”

Grrr.

Sometimes it is difficult to be me.

Things always seem to happen at just the wrong time.

What led to the above picture?

Well, it all started last night.  Rooster came home from youth group and announced that one of the lenses in his glasses was missing.

Say what?

I should have taken a picture of them.  Bad blogger.

He was very apologetic as he explained that he had no idea how he had lost it.  All he knew was that one moment he had it, and the next, it was gone.

Poof.

He should get his own show in Vegas.

My friend, Taylor, would surely understand.  She has a boy-child who has managed to lose or break every pair of glasses he has owned.  And he is all of three years of age, I think.

Well, because Rooster desperately needs his glasses to do such important things as see in school and drive, I called Eye Masters and cajoled them into shaving 1/2 off of the price to replace it.  I mean…he’s only had the glasses a month.  Doesn’t this speak of shoddy workmanship?

But, to get the glasses fixed ASAP, we had to leave right away.

Rooster and I got in the car, and I started backing out.  I hit the button on the garage door opener and watched as the door started to come down.

And then…

A blur…

Two blurs, actually…

One white and one brown.

Oh no.

Molly and Pele.

Bonnie and Clyde…reincarnated from the dead…

Now, this isn’t a new thing, and I should have known better.

Just like the bank-robbing couple, where Bonnie was in charge, and Clyde did the heavy lifting, so it is with Molly and Pele.

Molly is the brains…

Don’t let her cuteness fool you.  I think that people said Bonnie was pretty (before she got all shot up in the end).

And Pele…well, he’s the muscle and will foolishly follow along…

Seeing him smile like that makes me see red after what he puts me through each day.

Here’s how their great adventures begin…

From what I’ve noticed, when someone goes outside, Molly starts the run to the door.  Pele runs behind her, jumps on the door handle, and turns it…opening the door to freedom.

It used to be funny.

Until days like today – when we needed to be somewhere ten minutes ago.

Grrr…

I have learned that the dogs suddenly develop hearing loss when I call them in.  It’s best to completely ignore them and take the fun out of the chase.

But, like I said…we were in a hurry.

So, on a whim, I ran inside and grabbed a jar of peanut butter.  I put some on my finger, called Molly, and held out the treat to her.

Stupid dog.

She ran close to me but took off again before I could grab her…not even interested in the peanut butter.

Stupid dog.

I put the peanut butter away and grabbed a bag of baby carrots.  My dogs LOVE these.

I went outside and tried to coax them to come to me.  This was the picture I got of them…

What?  Don’t see the dogs?

Yeah.  That’s right.  That’s because the dumb dogs ran right past me.

Bonnie and Clyde would have been so proud.

I continued to hold out the proverbial carrot, and finally, Molly got too close…sneaking in a lick as I grabbed her collar…

Just like Clyde giving up the fight, so Pele gave up as well…glumly trotting back into the house, tail between his legs.

Turd.

Yes, I just said that.  It’s mild compared to what I would have liked to say to them, but which I didn’t because I do not have a potty mouth.

Fortunately, the dogs are too stinking cute for their own good…

Bonnie and Clyde live to see another day.

Myth or Fact?

Last week, the pastors at my church started a new series, titled “Mythbusters – Debunking Myths about Christianity.”

Because I was visiting Chicky, I missed the first sermon, but I plan on listening to it online.

I was eager for this week’s sermon:  “All Good People Go to Heaven”

See, I run into people all the time who have many misleading ideas about who will be going to heaven.

Not that I profess to be the Know-it-All where it comes to theological ponderings, mind you.

But still…I’ve done my share of reading, and I’ve prayed about this.

My pastor began his sermon, and he admitted to following a very academic, analytical route as he studied, choosing to focus on statistics and whatnot.

Until he happened upon this picture…

And that’s when he paused.

Gone were the numbers he had been prepared to put forth.

Instead, what remained was a question.

Can someone as vile as Timothy McVeigh (not his exact words, but mine) be redeemed?

The Bible teaches that grace is available for all who call on the name of Jesus.

Even while hanging on the cross, unjustly accused of crimes He did not commit, Jesus meted out grace to the criminal hanging beside him.

Now, my pastor posited that people might have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that God can and does redeem all sinners…even those who commit the most heinous of crimes.

Call me naive, but I don’t struggle with this issue.  Could it be that this is because I’ve never personally been affected by such horrendous acts?  Think about it.

In this week’s issue of People Magazine, there is the story of Dr. William Petit, Jr., who was viciously beaten, left for dead, and whose wife and two daughters were brutally murdered.  I don’t know what this man’s religious views are.  However, it would be fair to expect him to shake his head vehemently at the thought of his family’s murderers, who are about to stand trial, being redeemed by God, should they ask for forgiveness.

Here’s the issue for me.

Who defines the word, “good?”

Do you consider “good” people those who give tons of money to help the poor?

Or what about people who never commit crimes and lead fairly uneventful lives?

Or better yet, what about the teacher who works 70 hours per week, always has a smile on her face in class, and volunteers with her children’s activities.

What’s wrong with this?

See, we’re measuring ourselves according to the world’s standards.  The only problem with this is that everyone has their own standards, if you will.  What I consider “good” might not be what you consider “good.”

No.

We need, instead, to measure ourselves against God’s standard…the ONLY TRUE standard…the ONE that NEVER changes.

According to God’s word, we all fall short.

In fact, which one of us has kept all Ten Commandments?

This is the standard that we are all held to.

Just because we might not have murdered anyone in cold blood, how many of us haven’t hated someone in our hearts?

According to 1 John 3:15, “Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer and you know that no murderer has eternal life in Him.”

Thus, there isn’t a whole lot of difference between a person who kills someone with a knife and a person who hates the person he works with, or the classmate the next seat over, or even second grade teacher who spewed coffee dragon breath in your face every day during reading time (oops…I digress).

We could go through all of the Commandments, and we’d find that all of us have broken most, if not all, of them.

Thus, we are not “good.”

Thus, we all need God’s redemptive grace, which He gave us when His Son died on the cross for us.

How incredibly horrible that this one, perfect person, who had never done anything wrong, died for our sins.

And yet, how incredibly and amazingly wonderful that He did.

Hence, I do not have a problem if a “Timothy McVeigh” was to make it to heaven, even in the moments before execution, because I know that said person will have missed the blessing of a life spent walking with his Maker and spreading that joy to others.

So, do all good people go to heaven?

I would say no.

But, all people who acknowledge that they are sinners, that Jesus, God’s Son, died for their sins, and that Jesus rose again and sits at the right hand of His Father – THESE are the people who, God has promised, will go to heaven.

We can’t earn it with “good” works.  All we can do is accept the grace that God is waiting to bestow upon us.

I’ve done this.

What about you?

Week 8 of Teaching, Peanut Butter, and Donuts

Week 8 of teaching was b-u-s-y!!

I can’t even really remember everything we did!

On Monday, I returned the essays I had proofread to my 11th and 12th graders.  Their final drafts were to be due on Thursday.  In the interim, we read Letter to John Adams, a piece of personal correspondence from Abigail to her future-president-husband, John.  We also read an excerpt from David McCullough’s biography, John Adams, which gave details of the relationship between John and his wife.

It was fascinating to read about this very famous couple.  They were incredibly intelligent and well-suited for each other.  They were also very affectionate and loved one another dearly.  And yet, they bantered back and forth in the same way that you might hear any other couple in current times.

I enjoyed the discussions that these readings provided.

My 6th graders finished reading and analyzing “The Dog of Pompeii.”  We are currently working on writing a short research report about volcanoes.  We are writing our paragraphs in class so we can work on topic sentences, details, and concluding sentences.  We are using the four-square model.  I still have much to learn about the “how-to’s” of teaching, but my students are extremely patient and understanding.

My 10th graders read the story “When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine.”  They surprised me by actually enjoying the story.  I had figured they would be bored out of their minds, but because the main characters hailed from Pakistan, they could identify with them (having family members from this part of the world too).  This class was fortunate to only have to come to me four times this week.

Why?

Because it seems as if every week has contained some sort of special event, and this week was no exception.

On Wednesday, we had Term Lunch.  Term Lunch is held once every nine weeks when students have the opportunity to order lunch from the restaurant chosen by the principal.  The first term lunch was being catered by a local deli…one of my favorite places to eat, in fact.

During Term Lunch, one class period is canceled (this time, it was 6th period, with is my 10th grade class), so that lunch can be extended to two hours.  The kids love it.  I wondered what I would do with myself for two entire hours, but surprisingly, the time FLEW by!  Before I knew it, the bell had rung, and it was time for the last two class periods of the day.

Of course, not only do interesting things happen that are out of my control, but sometimes things happen precisely BECAUSE it’s me running the class.

Take, for instance, my experiment with peanut butter…

Uh oh, I can hear you saying.  This does not bode well.

Let me just say that you cannot always believe what you read on the internet.

See, my new whiteboard has some deep, dark stains.  Although I KNOW that Bar Keeper’s Friend will get out the markings, I was feeling too lazy to work that hard.

So, I googled.

I wanted an easy solution.

I read that you can use acetone to remove expo writing.  I also read about using alcohol.

And then I read about the peanut butter.

Well, being the couponer that I am, I have several jars of the stuff in my pantry, so I decided to go with this tactic.

I also took my acetone, which I tried first.  No cigar.  I didn’t try too hard because I did not want my classroom to smell like a nail salon.

Next, I pulled out the peanut butter.  Using a spatula I found in the school’s kitchen, I applied the stuff to a large area of my board…

I used a scrubbing sponge from the kitchen to rub it in…

And then I stepped back to take a look…

I was eager to see if my stains were gone.

They weren’t.

All I had was a board full of smeared peanut butter.

To make matters worse, one of my 6th graders was privy to the entire thing.  He was making up up a spelling test and witnessed the entire experiment.

So, I had to clean up the mess…easier said than done.  Thank goodness for Windex Multipurpose.  It cleans everything (except deep Expo stains).

What was even funnier was when another one of my 6th grade students walked in, just after I finished cleaning up, and said, “Hmmm…why does it smell like peanut butter in here?”

heehee

Now, the other interesting thing that happened this week was after my 9th graders took a very long and somewhat difficult vocabulary unit test.  They were responsible for knowing the definitions and parts of speech for the 60 words we had gone over the previous three weeks.

Before you start thinking how horrible of a teacher I am, please consider that my students have vocabulary tests every week (with the exception of the 11th and 12th graders, who get tested every two weeks).  Every vocabulary test covers 20 words.  This week’s test was comprehensive.  It is my goal to get my students to absorb the new words into their everyday lives.  I do not want them to simply memorize them but start using them in their oral and written language.  They will encounter these words in a variety of mediums.

But, I did have mercy on them by making the test multiple choice and true/false.  I did not tell them this ahead of time but surprised them the day of the test.

In addition, I allowed them to earn bonus points by writing the antonyms for the last 20 true/false words.

My 9th graders had played Vocabulary Pictionary the day before as a way to review the words, so I had high hopes.

I administered the exam on Thursday.  Thursday evening, while grading their papers, I was pleased to discover that the lowest grade on the test was an 86.  All of the other students had made an A!!

Oh my goodness!!

The next day, I surprised them with a special treat.

During my planning, I had driven to Krispy Kreme, where I picked up a box of 12 donuts…enough for each student to have two.

I hid them in my file cabinet until it was their class time, and I instructed them to close their eyes.

When they opened them, I presented the donuts to them.  I explained that the box of donuts was a reward for working so hard.

They sat in their desks, jaws dropped.

I went on to explain that I knew that their class has a bad reputation at school, but in my eyes, they were wonderful.  I appreciated the efforts they had made that week…both in vocabulary as well as in reading.  Every student had participated in classroom discussions.  They had been interested in the story.

I wanted them to understand that they are special, so I told them that I had never done this for a class before.

Ever.

They were the first.

They sat shock-still.

Until I told them they could get up and get their donuts.

They did “educational” stuff while eating donuts, but they smiled while they were doing it.

This topped off an interesting week…one that encompassed highs and a low (which I won’t speak of).

During the course of the week, I had caught two students with cell phones, enacted consequences which I did not want to inflict but had to, and in the end, I came home seriously exhausted but pleased.

While chomping on the donuts I had left over (two students didn’t eat their second ones), I mused over the week…

I feel behind the 8-ball because I still have so much to learn.

I am completely overwhelmed.

I am trying not to take criticism too personally.

Perhaps I am all of the above because, ultimately, I care so much.

As I got ready to read my students’ journals and do other “teacherly” things on…yes…even the weekend (supposed “time off”), I continue to thank my Heavenly Father for placing me with these students.

They make me smile.  They make me laugh.

They even make me do such crazy things as putting peanut butter on my board (hey, it’s all about keeping my room as eye-friendly as possible) and buying boxes of donuts.

It was another terrific week!

You Know You’re Getting Older When…

…it’s 8:20 on a Friday night, and all you can think about is crawling into bed for the night.

I had a great post all planned out, but I’m sitting here on the couch feeling like it’s beyond my ability to get up and grab my camera to upload pictures that I want to include with the post.

Sigh.

I simply think it’s the combination of planning for and teaching five classes, along with trying to keep a bottomless pit that resembles a boy-child fed that is doing me in.

So, forgive this lame post.  I promise to make up for it tomorrow.

Chicky Scores a Goal!!

Work has me slammed, but I wanted to do a drive-by post to celebrate my Chicky’s recent accomplishment.

This evening, she scored her first goal…as a Freshman collegiate soccer player…and as a defender.

She called me after the game and described it.

She said she got the ball and went up the field, where she faced a defender from the other team.

She kicked it past the player to her left foot and resumed her trek to the goal.

Then, while standing at the 18 yard line, she used her LEFT foot to kick a hard shot into the far post’s net.

Swoosh!

Southeastern won its game 5-0.

I am so happy for Chicky and proud that she can soak up the joy of this moment.

Fiddle-dee-dee: It’s This Week’s Random Dozen!

Time for Random Dozen!!  To play along, post your own answers to the question and then visit Linda’s blog to link up!

1. Have you, or has someone close to you, ever won an award for anything?

Well, I’ve certainly never won anything near as honorable as a military medal, but I did win a state typing championship in 1987.  I won for fastest fingers on a manual typewriter.

Did I just hear birds chirping?

Manual typewriters were the kind where you had to punch down the keys, and when you got to the end of the line, you had to “throw” the carriage return.  To this day, I am proud of the win, thank you very much.

2. Who is the nearest relative to you who has served in the US Military?

I do not have ANY relatives who served in the US military.  My entire birth family is French.  My dad served in some foreign military (maybe the French navy), as did both of my grandfathers on my dad’s side (but on opposite sides during WW1 or WW2 – dad has passed away, and I cannot remember what he told me).

3. Share something that stirs the patriotic spirit in you.

I love seeing the flag held out by ROTC members before football games.  It is very stirring to see as the band plays the National Anthem.

4. Where are you in the birth order in your family? Do you think your “placement” made a difference in your personality?

I am the oldest child, and, thus, I grew up being responsible for everything, including my younger sister.  I took care of her when my mom was a single mom…way back when we were both toddlers and should have had someone else looking after us.  My experiences made me a take-charge kind of person and one who doesn’t accept lame excuses for not getting a job done.

5. Name one trait you hope you carry that was evidenced in your parents or grandparents.

The I-Can-Do-Anything-If-I-Set-My-Mind-To-It trait.  I don’t give up, and I believe that my grandparents didn’t either.  I watched my mom almost everything when I was a child, and this is why I do so many of the home repairs and such in my own house.

6. If female, do you prefer wearing a skirt or pants? If male, shirt and tie or polo?

Hmmm…tough question.  I like wearing skirts that aren’t too long…at least to work.  They are so much comfortable!  But, I work in a very conservative environment, so pants it is.

7. Approximately how many times do you wake during the night? What do you do to go back to sleep?

I rarely wake up during the night, and if I do, it’s usually because I’m sick to my stomach or have to pee.  In fact, the other night, I left my poor Molly outside, all night, because I went to bed with the intention of only lying down for a minute when she wouldn’t come in when I called her.  I figured I’d hear her if she barked to come in.  Oh, I heard her alright…when it was 6:15.  I had slept like a log!  I think that teaching has exhausted me!

8. Share a favorite movie quote.

I am notorious for misquoting everything!  In fact, I tend to sound like Yoda…getting things backwards ALL the time!!

The only thing I can come up with is Scarlett O’Hara’s famous words, “Fiddle-dee-dee.  I won’t worry about that today.  I’ll worry about it tomorrow.  After all, tomorrow is another day.”

That seems to be the theme of my lesson planning the last few days.

9. What is your favorite Fall candle scent?

Hmmm…I think it’s the cinnamon apple candles I like the best.  I can’t remember.  It’s been almost a year since I’ve smelled them!

10. What is one Fall activity you’re looking forward to?

Turning the air conditioning off?  Oh wait.  That’s not really an activity.  Hmmm…I can’t wait for the high school soccer season to begin.  Even though Chicky has graduated, I cannot wait to go out and support the kids she left behind…boys and girls.  I see them all the time at school, and they always greet me warmly.  They are like family.

11. Tell us about a pleasant surprise that happened to you recently.

Just yesterday, one of the girls from church sent me a private message on Facebook…letting me know that she had been thinking of me and what a wonderful person she thinks I am.  I cried.  It was something I desperately needed to hear.

12. What was it like when you first met your in-laws-to-be?

You know how the guy is supposed to be nervous when meeting the girl’s parents?  Well, my mom and step-dad were strange birds, so there was no need for the Mr. to be nervous.

But meeting HIS parents?   I’d heard about how conservative they were, and I did not want to make a bad impression.  We sat in the Mr.’s grandmother’s formal living room, with it’s old-fashioned “sitting room furniture,” and I was scared to death.  I don’t know why, because Coupon Queen is the epitome of Southern grace.  But still…as a girl, you just want to make a good impression.

Tough Choice?

Observe…

And now, take a look at this…

Yeah.

The choice is actually quite easy.

heehee