Mate is working late tonight after a softball game last night and crap-all I don’t remember during the weekend and…
And I miss my Mate. For those of you reading BOUND, I am much like Cory when Green is gone… a part of me is missing if I don’t have Mate to help bear me up. He reports the same feeling, but sometimes I doubt it–Mate never seems to be a neurotic mess when we don’t have contact time.
Some good news from Catie who told me that my book is actually being e-marketed by amazon when you order a similar book. That was awesome–I honestly didn’t think they did that for the little guy:-)
We’re having a series of meetings in our school for the “Achievement Gap”–this is extremely irritating–I have a long list of peeves both terrible and petty about what’s wrong with our education system here in California, and assigning teachers the brunt of the ‘Achievement Gap’ blame is only part of it. I do get to knit during meetings, though, and I have apparently been converting people to the dark side, because one of the people from our once a week Yarn Thing (which is a part of my self-actualized plan to stop dwelling in the mildly misogynistic staff room nearest my classroom because it makes me go to another part of the campus where women live) was crocheting during the meeting. Huzzah for Yarn Thing–we WILL take over the world.
And…oh, wait…this was cool–I finished that pair of mittens. Do I have pictures? No. My learning curve is decidely un-curvy. But the student LOVED THEM, and I felt pretty damned good about myself. Have I mentioned I’m easy?
Oh, yeah–the Cave Troll has a list of instructions for us, one and all. You know one of them (“Don’t squish my nuts, mom!”) but I thought I’d add to the list.
“Don’t pee on the bed.”
“Look at the horse. Look at the horse now!!!”
“Say ‘you’re welcome’. NOW mom, say ‘you’re welcome’!”
“Don’t suck on my straw.” (When I’m trying to drain his chocolate milk after he’s finished it off so it doesn’t get all over the car.)
and this next one, which is second only to “Don’t squish my nuts” on the cute factor. We figured he got it when we were trying to catch Arwyn before she got to the cat box and started trolling for kitty-roca:
“Don’t eat the poop!”