... to go to the movies on a Monday night with your little cousin, just because.
... to cry during the film version of "Perks of Being a Wallflower." And then proceed to go home and read it again.
... to buy a pack of gum, and finish four pieces of it within an hour of purchase.
... to raise your voice in preschool. I have learned that what I once thought was an infinite supply of patience, is actually a limited reserve that can be easily drained by a classroom of rowdy four-year-olds. Luckily, four-year-olds bounce back incredibly quickly. 5 minutes after you raise your voice, they are running to your arms to tell you they love you. Thank goodness.
... to begin thinking in tweets ... 140 sweet characters at a time.
I've been a little MIA lately, and for that I apologize.
Currently, I am in the middle of baking, laundry, photo uploading, and lesson planning, but I came across this gem that was too good to not share.
It should be noted that these little hands cannot write their first name.
Imagine the shock I felt when I rolled out a piece of easel paper for my students to color on at the end of the day, and my little man started writing "LOVE" everywhere.
I asked Little Man how he learned to write that word, and he told me,
"My brudder teached me. I have so much love I had to know."
And then I melted into a puddle on the floor.
But seriously, how beautiful is that? Add this to one of the many things I love about four year olds.
Is it weird that the first thing I want to do when I step through the door in the evening is take off all my clothes?
For some reason, at the end of the work day I just want to completely strip myself of the constraints of clothing and the germs, sweat, snot and magic markers that accompany with them. Seriously, nothing feels better than taking a bra off after a day of teaching. What? Sorry. Forget I said that. Moving on.
Also, I think...there are a handful of students who are trying to drive me to drink.
I'm not sure what my breaking point will be:
Using permanent markers to doodle on the beloved white board?
Asking to go potty four times in one hour?
Tattling.
Sharpening one's index finger in a crayon sharpener?
Eh, not so bad I can't deal. For now, I may just succumb to severe chocoholism.
I baked a lot of brownies. I also brought said brownies to the MU tailgate prior to their spanking of the Sacred Heart Pioneers ;) They were football shaped ... the brownies, not the Pioneers. C said they were one of my "better creations."
(not my picture. as soon as my darn iphone decides to sync with my computer I will upload my own and not use google.)
I had my first bite of Popeyes Chicken.
This weekend I also wore my brandy new Tory Burch sneakers. They were dark blue of course, because that's the only color I sport from August through November.
It officially became Fall on Saturday, so I thought I would allow myself to wear closed shoes to the football game. They didn't last long though, I changed into my flip flops by half-time.
Around 8:35 this morning I was standing in line for my iced coffee behind a particularly grumpy woman. When the very polite young man behind the counter requested her order, she curtly demanded her latte. She tapped her pointy kitten heeled toes and grimaced for the entirety of her 50 second wait. Even with latte in hand, she marched out the door sulking the whole way.
The sun was shining, she began her morning with a coffee and hey, it's Thursday - the weekend is just around the corner. Why the misery?
My only explanation (besides perhaps she was upset about her hideous shoes) is that she must not have had her windows down on her morning commute today. Because how could someone be so gloomy on a sun-shiney day with the promise of a 75 degree high?!
Yep, I bet her windows were up on her way to work this morning. Just saying.
I am just going to come out and say it: if you are driving anywhere in the central New Jersey area this week with your windows up, AC on, I am judging you.
It is beautiful in Hometown, Jersey today. I woke up chilly, donned my favorite outfit of shorts and long-sleeves, got in the car to go to work and immediately put my windows down. Bliss.
The feeling of driving down the highway with fresh air blowing through your hair is euphoric.* Especially this time of year. You cannot argue that the air tastes the freshest, and feels the crispest as the seasons transition from summer to autumn. So why are your windows up?
There is no reason to not be blissfully content on a day like today if you are getting some fresh air. Am I right? Or am I right?
Anyway...
Coincidentally, I can't get enough of this song from Florida Georgia Line.
Baby you a song, make me wanna roll my windows down, and cRuUisSeee ;)
*OKAY so maybe I'm a little biased being the driver of a convertible vehicle all year round, but still.
