Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Today through Friday is the goal--this way, starting next week--we should all be opening our mailboxes with a flutter in our hearts, and our packages shouting, "wear me--wear me!".
So, so, excited!
Come back, October 14th to add your name to the Mr. Linky and show us your post of your awesome new gift from your new blog-friend.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
In her cute little voice (that truly...is hard to understand with the speech issue), she raised her hand, "I'm the line-leader today".
I expressed [sincere, hehe] excitement that She.was.the.line.leader-WOOhoo.
I tried to start class.
She raised her hand again.
Dumb me-called on her.
"I'm the line-leader today."
[and here is where the annoyance factor kicked in]
"Yes sweetie, I understand. That's great. But, there is a right time and a wrong time to say things. You should tell me this at the END of class, when it matters. Right now, I'm trying to start Art Class."
I guess this started wearing on her.
During the art lesson, she was all_over_the_place. See, she is very young for her grade [1st], and it's sooo obvious.
She didn't listen to directions, took her sharpie (heck yes we use sharpies in 1st grade--I am COOL...and I happen to LOVE them), and drew some crazy thing on her paper. Didn't even remotely follow direction. Wrecking it. Completely.
I took her paper, moved it to the side table, put a new one in front of her all in sort of a huff. I admit--I was a little annoyed.
Well, then I saw it. Her face started turning a little red and her eyes got a little watery. I tried to lighten the situation up by saying, "Look a fresh new start! Let's put our listening ears on and do our best!" (all with a huge cheesy grin on my face)
...and then she said it.
None of my kids have ever muttered these words in my class.
".....I want my mommy!"
What did I do?! Will this child hate me? Did I ruin her art experience forever? Oh gosh--what if she runs home and tells her mother that I.Made.Her.Cry. OW. My heart.
Within seconds she moved on and brushed the tears away.
and fifteen minutes later she raised her hand...
"I'm the line-leader, today."
and it was all good. Not only that, but on the way out the door she said, "I love you."
Monday, September 28, 2009
I was waiting my turn as it was a hoppin' little place, and I see this 20 something lady come into the tanning place, with a toddler...and the cutest little yorkie pup on a leash. This puppy couldn't have been more then a few months old. The dog came right up to me, and I began to pet this little sweetie and oo and ahh over her.
I instantly started conversation with the girl about this dog (because, we obviously love Yorkie's around here), and it turned out she was the owner of the salon's daughter. She was coming in that day to get all of the dog's belongings and return them. Not only that--she was going to return the dog, herself. She went on to tell me how she couldn't take care of her anymore, and she didn't know what she was thinking by buying her. She had a one-bedroom apartment, no yard, and was too busy chasing a toddler to tend to the sweet pup.
...and my heart melted.
Because inside, I knew...I just knew...I could bring her home to my family and they would love her. She would have a huge, gorgeous backyard to run and play in--and two, yes TWO other Yorkies to play with (at the time...R.I.P Snickers..:) ).
I quickly said, "How much do you want for her?"
[I don't even think I had truly thought this through...and surely, she couldn't live at my college townhouse, because--gahh---my roommates would kill me!]
She named the price...and it was a little bit less then she paid a few weeks prior.
I went to the car, called Declan, called my sister (and neither really agreed with me on the decision)...and then walked to WalMart to get cash out.
I took out $500 buckaroo's from my college bank account (a mere fortune at the time!)-picked up my new puppy, and sat in the car with her. I'm pretty sure I shed a tear, because, oh my goodness, "a puppy of my very own!". I named her "Bella"...it was the first, cute, girly name that came to mind. It suited her to a "t".
I hadn't asked my parents permission, because, I knew they'd say no. But, my dad is as big of a puppy lover as his dear daughter, and I knew-I just knew that once they saw her face, it would be okay.
After housing Bella for a few days in my college townhouse, the weekend finally rolled around. I got home right before my parents arrived home from work. I had Bella in my arms, and I sunk down in the couch. When my parents walked in the door I (thought) was going to jump up and yell surprise---
I turned into a pile of mush and tears and started bawling and said something to the effect of, "i saved this puppy from a tanning salon, and she's such a good girl, oh please can we keep her, oh please please pleeeeaseee, daddy?! please! just look at her face!"
[My tears were real, although score for me-they really added dramatic effect.]
My dad melted, as I expected. My mom had a firmer stance on the matter, but, again--thought she was the cutest little thing.
They were awesome parents, and kept her at the house for me for a few months. They took care of her every waking day, they fed her (and she was a crazy-food-inhaler at the time), and most of all loved her.
But, it was becoming increasingly harder to have three dogs around. The two girls weren't getting along so well, and it was just causing stress around the house.
My parents knew a really great couple at work who really loved yorkies. They had no children, and were looking for a little love to come join their home. I happened to be away for a 3 month camp traveling around the country at this time. Therefore, I was absolutely no help to the Bella situation, either. The couple at work took Bella for an overnight while my parents went away....
and it was pet-love at first sight.
My parents knew she could get some intense attention, training and love from this family--and geez, my parents already had 2 of their own.
The couple gracefully and joyously "adopted" my Bella.
I'm not gonna lie...I cried...heavy, heavy tears when I found out. But, they are great people....and, and...I gave them a gift.
Since then, we've kept in touch. Bella is well-trained, caring, extremely kissy, and very tender. She still has her adorable "a ru-ru-ru" bark. It's her signature mark.
Currently, (this very second) Declan and I have been dog-sitting Bella in our own home while her parents are off in Key West, Florida celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary.
She is a joy and a delight. She and my Mac get along pretty great. They are "boyfriend and girlfriend" (to me at least!)...and I love it.
I am just so grateful that I listened to whatever nudging in me told me go ahead, break the bank...and "save this dog from the tanning salon!". Because, if I had not done that--I wouldn't have ever gotten the privilege of meeting her sweet little face, or been able to light up the life of a couple with this precious gift.
She truly is the story of Cinderella..rags to riches....in puppy-form, of course.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I did that. I picked the number, AND--I bought the scarf today. I LOVE IT.
I have decided NOT to tell you who won, because, wouldn't it be fun for a scarf to just show up to your door from moi?? As a suprise?! Yes. Well, to me it sounds fun.
Anyway. To that lucky winner...I'm so excited to send you your scarf!
Remember: Scarves should be in the mail Sept. 30-Oct. 2
(off to the So You Think You Can Dance tour with my sisters--so excited.)
Friday, September 25, 2009
Here's to a weekend of local fairs, homecoming parades, the So You Think You Can Dance Tour with my sister's (weee!!) in Philly, having our deck built (hip hip hooray!), breakfast out, and whatever the heck else we feel like doing.
Weekend, I love thee.
Happy weekend, ya'll. I'm wordless today.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Could you please get a hold of yourself? You’re spiraling out of control. It is now the 3rd day of Fall (and unlike most of the world—you know I’m not a huge fan), and yet it’s feeling like Summer.
It’s like you are teasing us. Today, the high is 78. It is muggy, and quite frankly, it’s pretty hot and stuffy. Two days ago it was a brisk 60 degrees, and indeed, felt like Fall. Last night, it rained and poured, and the dog’s feet got muddy while doing his biz-nass.
What’s next? An unexpected snow shower? Hail? Seriously.
Can you please just figure out some standard temperature for it to be every year, around this time. Because, honestly—I have a hard enough time dealing with the fact summer is over. But, if I can’t even get my attire accurate in the morning, then I’m gonna be all-out frustrated. I’ve had days I’ve shown up to school in a long sleeved sweatshirt and jeans, and a scarf (on dress down day)—and at the end of the day, it was 85 degrees. I was fooled by the freezing cold morning I encountered upon letting Mac out.
Please, save me the embarrassment.
If it’s Fall—then be FALL. Act like it.
Do not be sneaky about all of this ‘changing of season’ junk. Just do it. Man up.
It is overflowing because I can’t yet put away the tank tops and short sleeves, or capris for that matter, yet, it’s too warm (or is it?) for the long sleeves and sweaters.
Get a grip, oh dear, Weather…and BE CONSISTENT!
The dressed for a fall-day, yet sitting in a hot, muggy world, and quite frankly a little bit preturbed lady.
Monday, September 21, 2009
...PARTNER INFO IS IN YOUR INBOX. [The person who you have, also has YOU-this is a partner swap!]
For those of you who put up my scarf-swap button...thank you! Since the swap is now closed, you can feel free to take it down. Thanks for spreading the word....
ps: huge, huge, HUGE thanks to my sister for helping me
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Foyer...back door leading into finished basement (aka: Man cave)
Side right door leading into garage.
(I LOVE the backsplash my hubby installed)
"Eat-In" kitchen (aka: no dining room)
Bottom left: Mac's little corner.
The only UNPAINTED room in our house...
our bathroom. No special thing here. Door
to the left goes into closet.
*Room not featured is the 3rd bedroom. It's an undone room waiting for a baby to come fill it someday.
Hope you enjoyed my little house tour! All pictures were taken TODAY after our mass cleaning. No, it is not always this clean. I am somewhat normal.
Friday, September 18, 2009
I have the whole bed to myself. I like to spread out. But, its for a very specific reason. You see...I like to sleep on his pillow before he gets up there. It's softer. It's more plush. It has his smell on it. It's comforting.
But truly, that is not the reason.
I secretly like when he comes up to bed, and has to wake me up to
And so, that's my secret. That's why I sleep on his side and on his pillow on nights when I'm in bed before him.
Odd? yea. I know.
We all have our quirks.
ps: happy friday! 5 day weeks suck. I think we should all vote for 4 day work weeks and 3 day weekends. fo'real.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Thanks Ashley for the tag.
Here are the rules:
What is your current obsession?
Authentic Italian at Rocco and Annas
What’s in your purse?
ps: I love you declan, like, tons!
Again. I'll opt of tagging for now. I just truly feeling like I'm bugging people by doing this part. Ah! I guess I gotta get over that.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Today I heard this conversation between 4th graders (yes...4th!):
"I know how to make bacon. All you do is put a piece of salami in the microwave for 8 seconds. It crisps up. I call it Salami-Bacon!"
....please remind me to never have breakfast at her house. Gag.
Monday, September 14, 2009
I did not thoroughly enjoy the excuse to have a rainy Friday, curled up on the couch, watching "The Soloist" and "Bedtime Stories" while munching on a slice of pizza. No, not me. I would so much rather be out on the town, being the social butterfly that I am (not).
Although I went to bed (I mean fell asleep on the couch during said, "Bedtime Stories" movie) around 10:15pm, I did not manage to sleep in until 11am on Saturday morning. I would never sleep away half of my Saturday, that's just insane. Too much to do, too much to do.
I did not skip breakfast and go right to eating lunch at noon with my hubby. We did not decide to eat curly fries and a stromboli at our local pizza shop. That's too unhealthy.
I did not wake up with the *BRIGHT* idea to paint all unpainted areas of the house that day because, it's a rainy day and what the heck else are we gonna do? I also did not decide to paint so we didn't have to clean the house. I did not mess up our every-other week full house cleaning schedule. Nope.
I did not spend $82.00 on painting supplies, and then luckily have gift cards that paid for all but $10.00 of the purchase. I mean, I was saving those gift cards for our front Storm door. I wouldn't possibly blow the plan and purchase painting supplies with the money. On a whim. Gah. Not I.
I did not get overly excited about the thought of our one-day nursery. No. I don't live in the future. I live completely in the present. I did not get all choked up thinking about starting our family and there one-day being a little person living in that bedroom.
We did not go to the diner and drink coffee at 9pm Saturday. (Okay I'm lying--we totally did and I LOVE this tradition we have! Gah! Just had to get that out.)
Most definitely did not go to Church Sunday morning and then try to sneak out as quickascanbe so I didn't have to mingle. I wouldn't be anti-social like that-ever. I enjoy fellowship. That is something I'd never do.
Definitely did not go to a friends going away party Sunday, put my foot in my mouth (kanye style-yet, not quite so cruel) by saying something about someones sister (the brother was RIGHT there), get jabbed by my own sister proclaiming, "that was so uncalled for!" and then move on as if it didn't happen at all. I would never be so bold and blunt as to say what's on my mind--something that I truly mean. Not me.
I did not get secretly excited for the Big Brother Finale (TOMORROW!), and kind of giddy inside hoping that somehow, someway...Jordan will win.
I do not absolutely LOVE watching the show "Shark Tank" with my husband. That is for business-head's which is something I am not. I do not secretly dream of what I could invent to make millions. Not I. I love my teaching career.
I am not as sick as a freaking dog today. I have not sneezed so many times that my students are getting ANNOYED with me. I did not contemplate a sick day but realize I slacked on making my emergency sub plans and also realize that I should really be saving those days for the one-day I'll need them for maternity leave. I did not have to detour on the way to school to get cough drops to make it through. Nope, I'm as healthy as can be.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
For instance, when Declan and I are ready to go get into lounge clothes (pj's...whatever)-we always say, "Comfy's?" Yes, as in comfortable clothes. We talk like we're 3, and call them "comfy's". We also ask it in question form to one another, to make sure we're in agreement. Why? I have no flippin idea.
There are many other phrases and words that we use that make sense to us, but possibly to the outside world might
I'm also learning every day that this is the case pretty much in every home. With seeing 900 students in a 6 day timeframe, I hear a lot of things that stop me dead in my tracks. "Whhhaaa?" It makes perfect sense to them, but to me, it's another language.
So, tell me-what lingo do you and your hubs or family use in your household? I'm curious.
Friday, September 11, 2009
that I get to stay home on a friday night, with an excuse (eww its rainy!) to just watch movies with my hubby, put a pizza in the oven, and unwind from the week.
That is one nice little thing about rainy fridays. However, there are things I really don't like:
1. Trying to get in and out of my car with an umbrella (well, the umbrella doesn't go IN the car, but you know how you have to slide in the car, holding the umbrella out, figure out how to close it, without getting so wet that it was even worth using one in the first place!) grr. I also teach between two schools, and have to travel in the middle of the day. I HATE that on a rainy day.
2. Squeaky Shoes on linoleum floors. I hate squeaky shoesssss and today, I was the squeaky girl! (thank you new target flats...)
3. Bugs. They come inside when it rains, or at least, that's how it seems at my school. We have a bug problem all the time if you ask me (but, I have a feeling EVERY school has bug issues--just ask the custodian! They know all, see all). Today, I made the mistake of looking up while peeing, and I saw about 4 spiders crawling around on the ceiling. UGHHHH. They could totally drop on my HEAD.
note to self: don't look up. (or down. the other day a roach ran past my feet when I was using the toilet--ach!)
I hope not everyone is having a rainy Friday-but you can bet your bottom dollar that over here on the East Coast--we are. I'll snuggle up and watch some movies while munching on some Red Baron for you, tonight. (While you're out...secretly wishing you had an excuse to lounge at home!)
Many of you have sent back the info forms already, if you have not-PLEASE DO! I appreciate it.
Remember-tell your friends. There is still a week to sign up!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
3rd Grade Boy: "Mrs B. Are we using Aeropostale's this year in art?"
Me: "Aeropostale? Isn't that a clothing store at the MALL?"
3rd Grade Boy: "Ohhh I mean OIL pastels...oops."
Me: "Someone's got back-t0-school shopping on the mind."
Over FOUR kids have asked me this year (and mind you...I've never been asked this before), "Mrs. B, are you a MOM?" It just seems so weird and random, and funny that the year I'm wanting to be, they are all asking the question! Do they sense it?!
My school has had us specialists teaching some reading extra help at the end of the day a few times a week (I know, don't ask).
I was working with a little girl on the word: THIS
She couldn't quite grasp it...and wanted the pronounce the "T" as a hard sound instead of doing the "Th" sound. About ten times...she shouted out (while trying to pronounce it)--"TIT'S!!" I was trying not to giggle, and I held it in, you'd be proud--but I did look around me to make sure no one heard. Because-Ohmygosh a first grader just said TIT'S!
I am grateful to Sare for this "Uplifting Blogger" award. I really appreciate it because although sometimes I post about the pains of recent happenings in my life, I really, really try to be positive. So, thank you.
Next, my sis-in-love, Lyryn gave me this award. Thank you, dear!
With this award I need to list 7 personality traits or facts about myself. I am not going to tag anyone today, because I feel like I've done a lot of that lately. But, here it goes.
1. I am outgoing for the most part. But, there are times (like after school) that I crave being alone. Talking to no one. Just me and my computur or TV.
2. I am sometimes too honest. My family reminds me of this all the time. However, I've come a long way in my "bluntness" over the years. I feel, actually like I'm a different person and have matured a lot.
3. I feel often misunderstood. I don't say things the way I mean them a lot of the time. I don't know? weird.
4. FACT-I wear one pair of jeans almost ALL the time. Tell me I'm gross. I know it, already.
5. FACT-I also hate to shower. Tell me I'm gross, I already know it. I do shower, don't get me wrong. But, ughhh. Showering, then getting ready...it all sounds like too much work to me.
6. I wanna be free to be me. Not be cliche, but I'm all about it. Don't conform. Be yourself. After the middle school and high school years are over, you'll look back and think, "Ughhh! why did I act like that?" Cuz seriously. Be the best YOU. I really believe that.
7. I am pretty comfortable in my own skin. Don't get me wrong, I have my insecure moments. I have extra pounds on me. My face isn't always clear. BUT, I know I am loved despite my flaws.
Please don't forget to ENTER THE SCARF SWAP!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
With the fall/winter seasons approaching--who doesn't love a good scarf?! Obviously, I do. I was brave enough to post a video (still regretting it) of scarf-tying techniques.
1. You must follow my blog.
2. You must live in the US or have a US mailing address, simply because International mailing can be really pricey.
3. September 21st is the cut-off date to sign up. This gives you almost two-weeks to post it on your blog..tell your friends...and get more people involved. (The more the merrier--right?!)
4. I will assign everyone partners and provide you with their email address (to get linked up to exchange your mailing addresses!) I will email everyone their partners information by September 23rd.
5. Sign up with Mr. Linky at the bottom of this post if you want to be part of the scarf swap. THEN--add a comment with your email address so that we get get the right information out to your swap-mate.
6. The scarf you purchase should be NEW and cost between $10-$25.
7. Your package with the scarf should be in the mail between September 30th-October 2nd. This way, we are all expecting our packages around the same time. This will give you at least a week to SHOP for the perfect scarf for your new friend.
8. You can get to know your partner's likes/dislikes, check out their blog and get a feel for what "type" of scarf would be fabulous for them.
9. Once you have received your scarf, please take a picture of it (on you would be great!), and link back up to this blog to show us what you got. I will have up another Mr. Linky so we can jump from blog to blog checking out the gorgeous new accessories. That post will be up by OCTOBER 14th (to compensate for sometimes slow mail time!). Also, we'll be able to blow the cover of anyone who didn't swap like they were supposed to (please, please don't do this!).
...Oh and last but not least, I will be selecting a random commenter from this post and sending them a scarf of my choice. I will not be receiving a scarf (I'm the host, ya'll!). So, some lucky person will be getting TWO scarves (one from me, and one from their swap-mate!)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
[but i might delete it, so you better HURRY]
I blink often.
I stutter when I know I'm being filmed.
I say stupid things I can't take back.
My shirt has a stain on it--WTH?!
My boobs are all up in your grill.
I call them FRILLIES..not tassles. Yep.
But, you'll learn how to tie a friggin' scarf.
oh my gosh-seriously--look at this face. laugh. because i am.
Monday, September 7, 2009
I can't help but think about Fall creeping up on us. I talked a few times about my love for headbands this summer--but I have to be honest when I say that I have a love affair with another fashion accessory. I'd betray headbands any day to wear a scarf.
Fall is the perfect season to break out your collection of scarves and start showing them off...and let's be honest--scarves (the lightweight kind) even look cute with tank tops. They are just so darn versatile.
I've been pretty obsessed with scarves for a while now--ask my family. Every time I'm out--and I see one, I pick it up and picture adding it to my collection. The teachers at my school last year would always get excited to see which new scarf I would break out next. (Added bonus: they tend to make me 'feel' better when I'm sick. It could be all in my head. Just sayin'...)
I love that scarves will dress up any boring outfit. I love that they work perfect with a plain top (and could totally hide a stain!). I really like the way they frame your face, and I just oh-so-much love how there are a millionnnn ways to tie them to get a new look.
I have a LOT of scarves...as you can see in the picture. The sad thing is, not all of them are here. I wish we all lived closer and we could have a scarf exchange. How fun to be able to switch up the scarves you wear every few months or so.