>Should I? Oh, yeah, "shoulds" are bogus.

>I did it. I entered the lottery for playoff tickets should the Milwaukee Brewers actually get there. Their chances seem to fluctuate every day.

If (and I know, it’s a big if) they reach the playoffs, and if (this is an even bigger if) I get lucky in the ticket lottery, I’ll have the chance to buy four tickets.

Then comes the question: Who will go?

The first two are obvious: me and Amigo. I’ll take a personal day, and I’ll sign him out of school for this life-altering experience. But now… La Petite has been to Miller Park once, and she doesn’t really follow baseball closely. She would enjoy the game if she went, but she might choose not to goor she might have too many classes. Husband would go, but it’s hard to tell if he’d be able to get a day or two off from work in the middle of Packer football season. So…I guess we’ll wait and see. It could be La Petite and boyfriend. La Petite and roommate. Husband and brother in law. Maybe even my sister-in-law, in Madison working on her masters. Oh, I’m sure we’ll have no trouble using the tickets.

Now the real issue rears its ugly head. Whatever will we wear? We can’t go to Miller Park without being clothed in the proper colors. I might have to go shopping. Darn. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

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>Funday Sunday and online shopping

>I did some shopping at a familiar online store yesterday. I need pants (my new principal is a stickler for professional dress), so I bought a brand I know will fit. Then I went to the checkout and found out I was just shy of the amount for free shipping, so I bought socks. Then I found out that my 15% discount took me below the threshold for free shipping, and shipping was going to be $12. I said to myself, “Self, if you’re going to spend an additional $12, get something for it.” So I went to the kitchen department and found the soup bowls that we need. Four soup bowls added the exact amount I needed. Now I had to pay for the soup bowls, but the shipping was free.
Does this make sense? I hope so.

And I found this… perfect for the highchair quarterback. Fortunately (or not), my “children” are too old to use it. But they still cheer for the green and the gold as we have our own at-home tailgate style parties.

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>comfort foods for a fall cold

>Comfort foods served or consumed today as Amigo and I suffer through our annual fall colds and mourn the little bunny:

cinnamon toast on homemade bread
half-caff coffee
large cup of juice
leftover homemade chicken noodle soup
canned fruit (strawberries and peaches)
mint ice cream (small scoop) with whipped cream
two cans of caffeine free diet coke
water bottle (constantly at side)
mutant homemade cookies (they look bad, but taste great)

I feel good that our fridge doesn’t look like Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. We had a lot of leftovers of quality foods that we could just grab and heat. Maybe that tomato soup from the freezer will thaw by suppertime. I am grateful for the bread machine and the crockpot. Without them, we’d eat a lot more junk.

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>Friday Haiku

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Sweet bunny still young
Died under anesthesia
Earlier today.
La Petite brought home a new little one a little while after Tiny died. She named him Darwin, and introduced him to Sadie and Peanut. They got along famously. She brought him in to be neutered today, and his heart stopped during the surgery. I’ll share some happy Darwin pictures later on. He was a sweetie, a very loving little furry friend.
Here’s a link to one of La Petite’s photo albums. There are several pix of Darwin.

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>Coffee and Blogging

>Coffee and blogging.

Coffee and blogging.

Go together like….(insert your own analogy here, but keep it appropriate and clean. My children read this blog, and so does my mother).

When I first contemplated starting a blog, I thought I should name it something to do with that delicious and aromatic beverage I enjoy every morning. Then, as I surfed the blogosphere, I realized that most of the best coffee names were already taken. Compost Happens is just right for me, and the term “groundskeeper” can mean so many things, including taking care of coffee, so I feel good. Just in case you’re curious, here are a few of those with “coffee” style titles. Ah, yes, my kindred spirits.

Mommy Needs Coffee would have been me, but Jenn chose the name first. Busymom uses the tag line “better parenting through coffee.” Mocha Momma is not just a coffee lover, but a teacher, too. Then there’s the Caffeinated Librarian, with a cute T.S. Eliot quote in her header. Measuring your life in coffee spoons is not unusual, at least in the blogosphere. Merritt, unwilling resident of Iowa, claims that her blog is Just the Coffee Talking.

And this one is not a coffee blog, but she’s talking about ways to freeze zucchini, so I think I’ll memorize Farmgirl‘s suggestions before I go out to the garden. I never know how many of these lovely squash I might find!

All this coffee talk is making me thirsty. Feels like a good day for a Cafe Vienna in a Vince Lombardi mug.

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>Funday Sunday at work

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Husband has to work all weekend. He’s working here. Need proof?
That’s his finger in the bottom of the picture.
Ever wonder how the cameras get set up to televise a game? How many there are? Where they might be?

Here’s part of the answer.

Yes, they’re on the roof of Lambeau Field, boldly going where no fan has gone before. Well, at least where no one has worn a cheesehead.

All photos courtesy of Husband’s cell phone camera. And just a note: the guy in the red t-shirt? His wife was my maid of honor, 20-some years ago when I married Husband. 🙂 It’s a small world!

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>Flat Stanley’s on the road again!

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My fifth grade colleague (okay, he teaches 5th grade, he’s not in it) is starting a Flat Stanley project. His class is reading and experiencing the Flat Stanley story, where they send this cute little paper dude to as many different states as they can. The students are asking if Stanley’s “hosts” will keep a journal for a few days of Stanley’s exploits in their homeland, and then send him back, journal and all, hopefully with some information about the locale as well.

If you’re interested in inviting Stanley to your home for a short visit, I’d love to send a Flat Stanley from here in Wisconsin to anywhere there’s a willing host. We’ve had 90+ degree weather for our entire first week of school, so heat would be no problem, in case you’re worried. He won’t eat you out of house and home, and we’ve made him promise to behave.

Please leave your email in the comments or send me an email (including your snail mail address) at okaybyme at gmail dot com, and you might see one of these little guys in the mail in a few weeks!
Many thanks to those who have already replied! If you’re willing, there can never be too many places to visit for Stanley. We’d love to hear from you.

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>Any questions?

>Learning. I’m a teacher. You’d think, wouldn’t you, that I would have a lot to say about learning. Teachers, at least the best of us, are always learning. Always. Here’s the story of a day I learned an important lesson.

I was substitute teaching in a wonderful K-8 school during the last week of August. Ragweed was blooming, and pollen was flying. The livin’ was easy, unless you were a kid with hay fever.
It was eighth grade social studies, third hour, American History. The boy in the front row three was sniffling so often and so hard he was almost snorting.
That’s when I made my mistake.
“Ryan, do you need a tissue?” asked the naive substitute teacher (me).
“No, thanks, I just swallow it.” replied Ryan.

The moral of the story: Never ask a question unless you really, really want the answer.

This post is entered in Scribbit’s Write-Away contest for September. Check her out; the submissions are always, always, fun to read.

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