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Ok, here's my real post. That one about Andy was just a joke. It's not a joke that I think he is hot; he most definantly is, but I think most people know that already. I've been dying to tell everyone about my favorite Christmas gift. I got many nice gifts from my family, friends, students and Andy, but there is one that puts a smile on my face everytime I see her.

Now, to most women, getting a vacuum cleaner for Christmas is right up there with getting a new can opener or blender (Unless you get the Amazing Bullet.- As Seen On TV-Those are awesome!) But the vacuum cleaner I got for Christmas is like having your own personal maid. Yes, my Roomba is preety sweet. Andy and I gave her a name, Lupe. I know that sounds terribly racist, but since I'm half Latin it's okay.

The Roomba vacuums up everything and goes anywhere. And when she's done, she docks herself and recharges. I just push a button and little Lupe does her job while I cook or go about my daily chores. For a pet owner this is a dream come true. Now, vacuuming everyday is not a lofty goal, but mere child's play with my little circular friend.

The only downside is that her and Jackson have not gotten off to a very good start. Their relationship is a bit tumultuous. But seeing that my house is so much less hairy now, Jackson will just have to learn to get along with this new member of our family.

A close second to my favorite gift was my red Kit Kat clock. It's eyes and tail move back and forth. It's very cool.

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Isn't Andy one of the hottest things going?

Teacher's Slang

I've been meaning to update my blog for quite some time. To be honest with you though, while teaching does take creativity, by the time I sit at the computer I'm completely out of intelligent things to say. I've used up all my words. Like now, I'm at a complete loss. I have no clear thoughts taking form right now. All I can think of is that I have nothing to say.
Now during the day, I have plenty of things to say, but I say them in teacherese. Actually I think you guys would laugh at the things I say quite frequently in class. For example, "Second Graders, it's time to turn your voices off."
Here's my top ten favorites:
1.) Keep your bottom in your chair, please.
2.) I need your eyes (sounds kind of creepy, I know)
3.) Use your "two inch" voice.
4.) That is a cool dead bat!
5.) Thanks for bringing in your dead bird.
6.) Keep all four feet on the floor, please.
7.) Give yourself a spider clap!!!
8.) You've earned 2 Bauer Bucks!!
9.) Your desk is closed for business.
10.) Give me Five!!

Yes, when I teach, I speak a completely different language. And when I come home, I don't feel like speaking at all. But, If you like clarifications on any of these terms, I'd be more than happy to explain them. Or better yet, I'd like to hear what you guys think they mean.

Emerging from the Depths

So it's been a little while, I know. But, my reasons for such a long absence are real and valid. It's been 2 and 1/2 weeks since this whole elementary gig started up again. What a wild ride it's been! I've seen enough nose picking and heard enough tattling to last me for quite some time. My fingers are once again covered in marker, I have white chalk on my pants, I come home to find white -out has been on my face for who knows how long, and Andy is no longer the only person that I have to repeat directions to. (Sorry, babe!) Honestly, the first week I wanted to pull my hair out and cry. 2nd graders in August are basically first graders, which are much diffrerent than the 3rd/4th graders I'm used to. Each week, God teaches me patience and perseverence. And now I'll have hilarious things to blog about. I also get hugs from sweet little arms. I missed those. My body is still in a bit of a shock. But I've emerged from the depths finally, and hope to keep you updated on all my 2nd grade antics on a more regular basis. Sorry, no picture for this blog. Just imagine me sleeping because that's what I'll be doing in about 10 minutes.

Terrible Things Do Happen In Three's

So today I finally did it. I was wondering when and if it would ever happen. As a matter of fact I was quite surprised that it hadn't happened yet. With only three weeks left as a waitress, I hadn't spilled anybody's drink on them, until today. Ah yes, a diet coke right on the lap. It was pretty cool because his strategically placed napkin kept the guy pretty dry. Fortunately the table was good natured and I managed to say something amusing and off I went. I kind of felt good about it. I felt like a real waitress. Dropped thing #1.

So I'm on my way to a PartyLite show and don't have much time for dinner. I ask my husband to zap a Smart One in the micro and bring it down to the office. He did very promptly and I was so thankful for such a serving husband. I heard him coming down the stairs and realized just how hungry I was. I then a heard a thud. Yes, it was my dinner at the bottom of the stairs. Dropped thing #2.

My PartyLite show was a success. Monique held an awesome show at her work with her coworkers (at the humane society). We were chatting happily and I was packing up. When my Iced Crystal Trio fell out of it's box and shattered on the floor. What the heck is an Iced Crystal Trio? Only the one piece of PartyLite product that every consultant has in their kit! And mine lay shattered on the floor! Dropped thing #3.

Was I upset about giving bad service and possible giving up a good tip? NOPE. Was I uspet about the night with an empty stomach? NO WAY. Was I upset about three little broken wine glassess? HECK YES! Are my priorities a little out of whack or what?

( I have to give a shout out to Monique who gave me the idea for this blog. )

Hot and Black

So, nothing really interesting has happened to me at work since my short stint as the hostess when an elderly gentlemen swatted me on the rear as he was leaving the restaurant, until this last Saturday night. Since I took the week off to go to Indiana to decide whether we were moving to Indiana or not, and since serving doesn't pay a whole lot and PartyLite is still taking off (it will take off, by the way), I told Molly I would take extra shifts. So I had to work last Saturday night. I got there at 5 and I was expecting it to be really busy. It was pretty slow, and I was a little relieved because everyone told me how crazy Sat. nights were. Well my first table was an older African American gentlemen, his wife, their son ( I assume) and his wife who happened to be caucasian (I'm trying to be politically correct here). They were quite friendly, joking around, etc. As their dinner drew to an end, they were having coffee and I asked the older gentlemen if he would like cream in his coffee. As you are probably guessing by now, he responded with, "No thanks. I like my coffee how I like my women, hot and black." Needless to say I was taken aback. But since the whole table threw their heads back in laughter, I joined in the ruckus. Funniest thing I've heard all summer. Ah, my night was going well. Then around 8 it picked up quite a bit, I thought the night would never end, and I didn't clock out until midnight. I did walk out with $140 in tips which will go towards our 2 cars that decided to break down the same week. Fun!!!!

Senorita Sassy Pants Goes Shopping

So I had to go clothes shopping today. I just had to. We're leaving for Indiana tomorrow. And as you know, Indiana is a little on the warm side, so I'll be in shorts and sleeveless shirts the whole time. Well, I've dropped a few pounds, as some of you know (24 lbs. to be exact! Boo-ya!!), so pretty much none of my clothes from last summer fit. Ah, the inconviences of life!!
So we're going on "vacation". I'm so excited. No Flavor, no cleaning, visitng family, eating out, doing fireworks in the front yard, seeing a different part of the country, travelling on a plane. Andy and I love to travel. This trip is different though, as you know. And though I haven't allowed Andy to blog about Indiana until we come back, I've got to blog a little bit about it.
We don't know what God has planned. It's scary, yet so exciting. I've been thinking a lot about possible moving this week. I've been thinking about all the things I'd be giving up. All the people and things that I know and love and are so comfortable and familiar to me. But in a conversation with my mom yesterday, she brought up something I hadn't really thought about. And that was what God could be wanting to give us and bless us with by moving. I don't mean a bigger house and boat on lake. (Though I have no objections to those things!)I'm talking about blessings and experiences, and taking the path that God has for us. He has a special plan for Andy and I and it may very well involve us moving. I was reminded that God doesn't plan bad and harmful experiences for us. He only wants to give us good things. He wants to see us prosper and experience joy. But He also wants us to grow closer to Him, and that may (and often does) involve some discomfort. But, the joy of knowing Him more intimately is such a great reward.
All I'm trying to say is please pray for us. We truly want to do what God wants us to do, whether that means to go, to stay, or wait on Him.
I've also thought a lot this week and since my mom's been in the hospital, about how blessed I am to have the family God gave me, for healing my mom, for the family I married into, and for the friends I have that are so much like my family. Andy and I are truly blessed.