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Friday, September 21, 2007

There Is No Basement In My Honda Civic

The one good thing about being stuck in rush hour on 94 during a tornado warning yesterday, is that the wind, rain and hail were so deafening that I couldn't hear the sirens and didn't know that a tornado had been spotted in the very suburb I was headed to.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Life Is Good

So my brother-in-law, Patrick, is something of a godsend. Yesterday, after a long day at work that culminated in the discovery that my car had been hit sometime during the school day, I arrived home in a state of exhaustion that barely allowed me to even kick off my shoes before collapsing on the couch.

I had been fully prepared to beg one of them to bring me cereal on that couch, but miracle of miracles, Patrick and Mark had already fired up the grill and were both hard at work in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Without even being asked. And when I weakly, guiltily squeaked, "What can I do to help?" Patrick said this: "Nothing. Go lie down. We'll call you when it's ready."

And after a very respectable meal, Patrick watched six episodes of The Office: Season 3 with me and didn't even get grossed out during my laughing-induced phlegmy coughing fits.

Heaven, heaven, I tell you.

Monday, September 10, 2007

I'm Sick of Spinach

I'm pretty sure that an extra-large slice of creamy french silk pie and one of those heavenly bottomless pots of coffee from Bakers Square will not be found in the "pregnancy diet" chapter in "What to Expect When You're Expecting."

But it was all so good. I'm positive that baby is as happy as I am right now.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

WOOF

This is what my husband brought me from Patina yesterday. A candle with a dog on it. After my incredulous reaction ("You bought me a candle with a dog on it??"), he admitted that he hadn't noticed it had a dog on it.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

First Day of School

I spent the better part of the last two weeks worrying about my massive class list for this fall: 40 level 1 adult English language learners. In a classroom that has a capacity of 26. I worried so much that I decided, uncharacteristically, to take action: during workshops last week, I snuck into the office and begged the scheduling admin in the office to have pity on me and please please please find a way to split my class in half and, well, convince my supervisor to hire another teacher. Or something. Anything!

Amazingly, it worked. With my class list whittled down to 25, I was prepared yesterday to start the year. Half an hour into class, my 8th and last student of the day wandered in, and then 2 of them had to leave early. I felt more than embarrassed about my scene in the office last week, and am hoping that no one follows up. I'm prepared to play dumb if they do.