For all the Teachers....

HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TEACHER?by Jeff Foxworthy
1. You can hear 25 voices behind you and know exactly which one belongs to the child out of line.
2. You get a secret thrill out of laminating something.
3. You walk into a store and hear the words 'It's Ms/Mr.' _________' and know you have been spotted.
4. You have 25 people that accidentally call you Mom/Dad at one time or another.
5. You can eat a multi-course meal in under twenty-five minutes.
6. You've trained yourself to go to the bathroom at two distinct times of the day: lunch and prep period.
7. You start saving other people's trash, because most likely, you can use that toilet paper tube or plastic butter tub for something in the classroom.
8. You believe the teachers' lounge should be equipped with a margarita machine.
9. You want to slap the next person who says 'Must be nice to work 7 to 3 and have summers off.'
10. You believe chocolate is a food group.
11. You can tell if it's a full moon without ever looking outside.
12. You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says 'Boy, the kids sure are mellow today.'
13. You feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behavior when you are out in public.
14. You believe in aerial spraying of Ritalin.
15. You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.
16. You spend more money on school stuff than you do on your own children.
17. You can't pass the school supply aisle without getting at least five items!
18. You ask your friends if the left hand turn he just made was a 'good choice or a bad choice.'
19. You find true beauty in a can full of perfectly sharpened pencils.
20. You are secretly addicted to hand sanitizer and finally,
21. You understand instantaneously why a child behaves a certain way after meeting his or her parents.
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22. You find yourself randomly correcting your friends for leaning back in their chair, blowing bubbles with their gum, etc. (Autumn Rivera)
23. You unconsciously used an attention-getting signal on a group of friends. (Walter De Gunya)24. After you've explained something to a peer, you accidentally say, "Are there any questions before we move on?" and wait seven seconds. (Whitney Turk)
25. You find yourself cringing and then correcting your friends' bad grammar. (i.e. where are you at?) (Nicole Gillian)
26. You go to enter your phone number into the machine at Safeway and end up entering your copy machine code instead. (Autumn Rivera)
27. You find yourself "shhh-ing" others when you are about to talk. (Emily Ertz)

As promised....

Here are some pictures of our new TV/wall unit. From start to finish it took about a month for us to build (with A LOT of help from some very patient friends!) I designed it; Levi and Ross built it, and Amanda, Levi and I stained it. All in all it was a lot of fun and very much a learning process....not to mention all the Guitar Hero Amanda and I got in while the boys were building...hehe. Anyway, it's not decorated exactly as I planned yet but it soon will be.

Oh, and ladies, or gentlemen I suppose, if you have any ideas of what to do with my curtains let me know......all I can think of (that seems to work) is to hem them to have a big square out to the corner!

Not so Happy Easter

Today was the first Easter ever that I didn't go to church....and I'm not sure how I feel about it. We've been to FBC of The Woodlands (FBCTW) quite a few times now but never have I gone without Levi. For those of you who don't really know me, I don't do well in social situations by myself; I get very anxious. Well Levi had to work today and our usual church buddies, The Gefferts, were out of town. Could I still have gone by myself...of course! But did I, no. My question is then Why does it bother me so much? Is it the fact that it was Easter? Well why is Easter any different than any other Sunday for going to church? Don't get me wrong I completely understand and respect the significance of this day but shouldn't we celebrate that every Sunday (every day really). Or is this whole day upset by the fact that I feel like I can't do things by myself with out freaking out. I hate change, going new places, having new experiences -- IF, I'm alone. If Levi's with me I feel like I can do anything. I have a huge fear of the unknown. If I do something new or go somewhere new I want to know EXACTLY what is going to happen and how. Hmmmm......as I sit here I'm thinking that "getting this all out" is not really helping, but making myself feel worse so I'll stop. This us a yucky post....sorry.

AT LAST!!

The TV/wall unit that we made is finished!!!! Pictures to come....

"I probably just wanted to cuddle"

Oh the joys of having a husband who is 6'5'' and not exactly a bean pole (but not fat either). I woke up this morning a little before 6:00 with this weight on the left side of my body. It was Levi leaning on me. It was as if he had tried to roll onto his back and something (me) was in the way so he just laid on top of it. Sometimes when I move around he will roll over but today, not so much. So I slid out from underneath him and all he did was continue rolling leaving me just enough room to lay straight as a board on my back. I thought I can sleep like this (I have before) but apparently I couldn't. As I laid there awake (a little annoyed) "rough-drafting" this blog in my head I realized something. I would much rather, and prefer even, for Levi to be taking up the whole bed than for him to be in some other bed in some hotel in a whole other state, which is what I get about 3 nights out of the week. So here's to husbands with legs a million miles long taking up the whole bed, consequently getting me out of bed at 6:30 on a Spring Break morning......Ah, La Dolce Vita!

*as I was writing, Levi came into the office looking for me since I was out of bed. When I told him I got up because I couldn't sleep because he was laying on me he said (in his sweetest little boy voice) "Well I probably just wanted to cuddle."

Does it really ever go away?

If I could ask the cleaning gods one question it would "What is the point of dusting?" All you are doing is moving the dust from the surface to the air so it can land on the surface again in a couple of hours! Granted, what little actually DOES fall to the floor can be vacuumed and what MIGHT actually stick to the rag can be washed but does it really ever go away? I'm thinking no.

And so it begins....

Well, I've leaped into the world of blogging. I am still very much a novice at all of this so please be patient. I'm sure (and sincerely hope) there will be many changes to the site in the near future, but for now here is my blog. Enjoy!