Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
As if I had his best interest in mind. It was all about me, baby!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
After this week, 5 more weeks. And that's 5 more weeks closer to Florida, Oklahoma, and maybe even a Braves game in Atlanta this summer. I should post pictures of all three somewhere in my classroom to remember what's over the horizon. :-)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
But we're back home early, and today Alan and I have some work to do on the garage. New garage doors (with openers!) are coming later in the week, and last Friday Alan had a guy come out to replace all the wood trim and molding around the doors. So today we'll be outside caulking and priming and painting the bare wood. It hasn't rained here in forever, so I'm thinking today's our lucky day.
Here's what we won't have to look at after Friday. Notice the bowing at the bottom? That's where I backed into it from inside the garage a few months ago:
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
We had a volleyball round robin yesterday that took about two hours longer than normal, and a volleyball weekend just wouldn't be complete without drama. Put a bunch of teenage girls together, and I guess the odds are there'll be some dramatics. Whatever. Maybe next year we'll have a club team that actually wants to compete, attend the tournaments, etc. without complaining.
And my week of teaching got off to a grand start today with a trip to the office to witness my first paddling. Not pleasant, but not as awful as I thought. I felt for the kid, but some things have to happen. I hope it doesn't happen again.
It wasn't a fascinating post, but I'm trying to keep blogging regardless of what's going on.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Today as Alan was getting out of his car in the driveway, a lady pulled up to the curb, motioned towards Junior and asked if it was our cat. He says yes, to which she replies, "That's a BIG cat! I drove by a minute ago and thought it was a dog! Do you mind if I take a picture of him?" So she gets out of her car and takes a picture with her cell phone and drives away. I told Alan we should start charging admission.
Anyway, I mentioned some time ago that I'd upload a video showing how much Junior doesn't like it when I point at him. I don't instigate this, but once he starts something with me - IT'S ON!
Monday, April 07, 2008
We're in Dallas over the weekend for the "Big D Marathon," a big marathon but not the biggest in the Metroplex. Anyway, Alan was registered for the half-marathon which is about 13 miles. (I'm giving the distance, because I've discovered how many people don't know how long a marathon is.) The race starts at 7:30 a.m., so we plan to be there by 7:00. BIG mistake. Turns out that Sunday morning traffic on marathon day is pretty ridiculous. We were parking the car at 7:30, and the distance from our parking spot to the starting line was way the heck out there.
So he gets to the race and they've already pulled up the starting mats for the half-marathon; therefore Alan can't find where his race starts. Long story short: they direct Alan to the wrong starting line, which was the starting line for the 5K, he runs part of the 5K and back, runs across I-30 and into part of the Dallas ghetto, whereupon multiple dogs begin chasing him, finally makes it to the half-marathon start after he's already been running for about 50 minutes. Rather than run 13 miles, he ran about 17 minimum.
I was at the finish line getting PISSED that he was so late, with thoughts such as "where the hell are you?", "why are you so slow?", "old women are beating you!", etc. I was having a hard time being patient and loving, because what I was really thinking was that something bad happened....he broke something, was on the way to the ER, etc. I knew there was no way he should be taking that long.
Finally he crosses the finish line about 45 minutes late and says, "Have I got a story for you." Of course you do. I'd expect nothing less.