Okay, first of all, I just downloaded a bunch of pictures from my camera, including a bunch that I’m not going to post because they’re my students, and it’s one thing to humiliate your own offspring on the net, but these guys aren’t obligated by blood. I had the camera in my bag from T’s show (another story…I’ll get there) and when I realized it, I pulled it out and started taking pictures of my 5th and 6th period. Yes THAT 5th and 6th period.
“What are ya doin’, Ms. Lane?” They asked.
“I’m taking pictures.”
“So you have a reason to quit, right?”
“No–cause I sort of like you guys right now, and next summer when I don’t want to leave my little ones, I can look at these pictures when I like you guys and remind myself why I’m here.”
“That is the biggest pile of shit we’ve ever heard.”
“Nevertheless, it’s true.”
Well, it made me feel better anyway.
Now, on with the rest of my week…
So, after the Course Faire thing (and going out w/LIR afterwards–which was awesome btw…me, another adult, conversation, and no children…damn and damn, it was like winning the lottery) I was pretty wiped on Thursday…I mean, eyes fluttering at stoplights tired, and I got home and sat down and after about 15 minutes of waking coma thought, “Wow. Matt’s got Bryar at her special dance lessons (special ed for dancers–yup folks, thems my genes all right…) and all I have to do tonight is wash dishes, wrangle up some dinner, and stress because CSI’s in reruns…awesome!” And that was when it happened. Big T comes up and says “Hey mom–don’t forget I have to be at the school at 6:15 to get in costume…” (I must have looked blank for a moment) “You know–my Seventies Revival Play?”
*SIGH* “Yeah, baby, I remember…let me pack some snacks for the babies and we’ll be ready to roll.”
Friday made Thursday look like a walk in the park in the sunshine.
And on top of other wierdness…
I’ve been almost late three times this week for (drum roll please…) TURKEYS!!!
Yes… there’s a flock (a gaggle, a pack, or a herd?) of turkeys in our neighborhood, and they’ve been at the intersection right by my house, doing turkey things, and they’ve been blocking traffic. I mean…for ten or so minutes. There’s (fortunately) not a lot of cars at this intersection, but I sat and knit for five minutes until the cocks stopped trying to prove their manliness by charging my car and then after I’d edged my way between the northbound turkeys and the southbound turkeys I looked behind me at the impatient person in the silver Somenewbrandofcar and realized that she thought she’d get REALLY cute and WEAVE around the turkeys. The result in my rearview mirror was that she was stuck, kitty corner across both lanes of traffic, and the boy turkeys were charging her car. Yeah, you can’t make this shit up.
And in other random news? The adorable infant has reached the age where she’s like a highly powered supermagnet– when you walk by something she wants, your arms raise, your body changes course and her hands latch on and CATCH on whatever she’s interested in. It’s an interesting age…babies don’t know about leverage, and how many times they’re standing on your head while you sit on the couch that they almost eat it because they’ve grabbed the back of the couch and LEVERAGED their way up and into peril. Damn, she’s quick, she’s smart, and she makes one hell of a high powered supermagnet…I love this age!!!
And other than that? A shout out to SilverPixie (whom I’ve not met, but she likes my book, so I’m a fan!!) and my 3rd review… I’m feeling okay on the book front…BOUND seems to be really un-sucky, and I sent out a book packet today (which will, of course, be ignored, but it’s the optimism that counts-:-) And BITTERMOON is breaking my heart…I’m looking forward to it!
Well…I was trying for pictures of ubercuteness w/the adorable infant, but we’re not loading as we should, so we’ll try again tomorrow…
And isn’t that the lesson for the day?
