>La Petite wanted to make a jello mold for her boyfriend’s birthday. It’s a long story, but she watches the show “The Office”. Never mind.
She’s handy in the kitchen. I can trust her with the boiling water needed to make this fine cuisine. The only problem is: we own no jello mold. Not one. None.
I owned two such molds at one time in my life. In our first year of marriage, we used to go Rummage Sailing, and I picked up the cutest little jello mold for a dime. A dime! It was just the right size for one box of jello with a little canned fruit. How cute is that? Later on, my mother-in-law (or was it my mom?) gave me a nicer quality mold, complete with pretty flowers or stars or some other shapes. I don’t recall, exactly.
After years (I tell you, years) of non-use, I finally gave in and either donated both or sold them myself for a few quarters. I no longer own a jello mold.
La Petite went to WalMart. She went to the grocery store. She checked the Dollar Store on the same commercial strip. The only jello mold she found wore a $10 price tag, too high for an underemployed college student.
She called Goodwill. Success! She looked over the three molds, bought the cheapest, and came home.
I can’t wait to see what she puts in it.
>with apologies to Tevye and his daughters…
>Tradition! Tradition is the new topic for Scribbit’s Write-Away Contest. The June prize is the cutest darn moose you’ve ever seen. I won’t mention its Moosie talents; you’ll have to go here to read about those.
I entered this post from last summer. It seemed to fit.
So get out your violin, head up to the roof, and let’s go!
>Have a Blast with the Parent Bloggers Network
>PBN (Parent Bloggers Network) has done it again. They have arranged for a Blog Blast with an irresistible topic. This one is co-sponsored by PBN and marriage.eharmony.com.
You know you need a real date with your husband when…
- You can find his cell phone number in your phonebook without looking.
- You talk over important issues while preparing the lawn for mowing.
- You would talk while mowing, but the mower’s too loud, and you’re not fluent in Sign Language — yet.
- You say “I love you” by filling each other’s vehicles with gas.
- You leave email messages for each other at work saying, “Check your home email.”
- You look at each other and say, “When did you get a haircut?”
- The last serious discussion you had together involved rototilling and compost — two weeks ago.
- You text message him with baseball results — because he’s at work and you’re chaperoning a field trip to the ballpark.
- He text messages you with his opinion on the football game you’re watching — because he’s working on the sideline, and you’re at home with the kids. (“That was a fumble!”)
- Both of you come home with bunny food and greet each other with, “I thought I was supposed to buy bunny food, not you.”
- Neither of you come home with bunny food, and you stare at the hungry rabbits and say to each other, “I thought you were going to buy bunny food.”
- Watching Jeopardy together is the most romantic part of your day.
- He complains that his nickname on your blog is boring.
>How do you spell Meme? or Eight Random Facts
>There’s a reason one of my “labels” is “Random Thoughts.” Sometimes posts just kind of trip from my mind and through my fingers onto the keyboard, and then to the blogosphere. Mary of Mom Writes has tagged me for a meme of random thoughts: Eight random facts about myself.
I could claim this is terribly difficult because my family, those faithful readers, already know the randomist things about me. Is randomist a word? It is now. However, that’s not the point of a meme like this. It’s usually more of a get-acquainted, getting to know you (sing it, everyone!) type of tag. Most definitions of “random” refer to random items as unrelated, so rather than trivial or new facts, here are a handful of unrelated facts that you may or may not know about me, “Daisy”, the Groundskeeper, caretaker of home, garden, family, and coffee.
- I am hearing impaired. My hearing loss was discovered in a routine screening when I was twelve. I now wear two high-tech hearing aids, and I just bought software to help teach lip-reading skills. I hope extending my skills will keep me teaching in a classroom for a while longer.
- In the scheme of Multiple Intelligences, I am a strong Verbal-Linguistic. I love to read and make time for reading in my life. Starting a blog encouraged me to make time for writing, too.
- My garden isn’t beautiful, but it is mine, all mine. Chemical fertilizer? No, thanks. I prefer compost. Watching the composting process is slow, relaxing, and all-around priceless. Did I mention it does great things for the soil, too? Hey, those coffee grounds have to go somewhere instead of cluttering up a landfill.
- I love my work; I don’t always love my job. I’m sure there are other public school teachers who feel that way at times. Most of us are very dedicated to helping children learn as much and as well as they can. We seek personal and professional balance, however, and our ever-increasing workload makes that harder and harder.
- My husband is a better cook than I am. He does the grocery shopping, too. I’m a better baker, though. Rhubarb cake, anyone?
- I’m a die-hard Green Bay Packer fan. Did you know that I also follow the Milwaukee Brewers? Their sausage races in the 7th inning stretch are a riot. Oh, and they’re having the best season they’ve had in twenty-five years, too. Go Brew Crew!
- I enjoy reading and writing poetry. I plan to expand “A Mother’s Garden of Verses” when summer comes and my time is more, well, mine.
- I identify myself informally as a parenting/family blog, a Mom Blog, even though my children are no longer children: they are 20 and 15 years old. They are still a delight and a challenge and sometimes both in one day!
I don’t know if I could find eight unwary targets who haven’t yet been tagged. Feel free to jump on the Meme bandwagon — just leave a comment with your link so we can find it!
(Update: My hearing aids are a CNResound by Canta, purchased and serviced through my local audiologist.)
>"Not for the first time, a argument had broken out over breakfast at number 4 Privet Drive."
>In a recent post, Mom-Nos reminded me that among other happenings in the world, Harry Potter the 7th will be arriving in July. Amigo has declared that he would like it in Braille, as usual, so that we can read it together. I am working on re-reading the first six so that I’m really ready for the next, er, final installment.
If you’ve been around me for any length of time, you know my theory on Dementors. But Mom-Nos brought up another yet-unsolved dilemma: Snape, friend or foe?
I haven’t liked Snape since the beginning. However, J.K. Rowling is surprising and tricky with her characters. As she reveals more and more about Snape, he becomes more, not likable, but tolerable. Knowing his background, how he was bullied by James Potter, how he had to defend his half-blood heritage in full-blood Slytherin, can almost build an understanding of how he became such a bitter adult. A reader can almost identify with his pain.
Almost.
Snape is an extremely talented wizard. He is a skilled potion-maker, occlumense, and creator of useful spells, as we learned through the inadvertent loan of his potion-book in The Half-Blood Prince. But is he good or evil?
He turned out to be on the side of good in Sorcerer’s Stone. Despite his hatred of Harry, he helped him out of trouble in The Order of the Phoenix.
After Half-Blood Prince, well, I still can’t trust the guy.
I’m still rooting for Harry to take on and defeat Voldermort. I just hope Snape doesn’t get in the way.
>A Saturday in the Life
>…or More Working, Less Waiting
Accomplished so far this morning:
I slept in! (Sort of — my normal “up” time is 5;30, so anything after 7 is a major sleep-in accomplishment)
Fed all three bunnies
Made coffee, had breakfast, read newspaper
Sorted laundry, including that of the college student now home for summer
Started laundry
Finished rough drafts of progress report comments!! Woo-hoo!! With 29 students of all levels, behavioral issues, and academic needs, that’s a big accomplishment.
Yes, I’m still dressed for success in my pajamas. I’m sitting on the deck with my laptop with a cup of half-caff coffee by my side, rejoicing in my accomplishments thus far. I hear a lawnmower down the block, a weed-eater nearby, chickadees, sparrows, and an occasional cardinal. What a mix!
Amigo is up and dressed, listening to Public Radio and eating frozen waffles for breakfast. Husband looks ready to go outside and attack the yard with his weed-eater and/or play with the rabbits. I know which one would be more fun!
My plan: start another load of laundry, begin recording math grades on the progress reports, and stop using the blog as an excuse to stall.
I think I’ll make more coffee, though. Full strength this time. Hazelnut, perhaps. Mmm…
Update:
Third load of laundry is in.
Math grades are done.
Dishwasher is unloaded and reloaded.
I am still in my pajamas. Is this a new record? Accomplishments in PJs?
>Waiting and working, working and waiting
>Random thoughts on a Friday afternoon while working on the dreaded spring progress reports
Waiting:
- for Amigo’s new bedroom furniture to arrive (look forward to pictures in a future post!)
- for my late afternoon appointment at the podiatrist
Working:
- on drafting individual written comments for each student
- on copying grades to the reports in the old-fashioned low-tech way
- wondering when elementary teachers in our district will get software to make this more efficient (middle and high school teachers already do)
- on completing the social skills and study skills part of each report
Waiting:
- for my Hills Bros. instant double mocha cappuccino to get cool enough to sip
Working:
- on nibbling a Memorial Day cookie (flag-shaped, with strategically placed red and blue sprinkles on white frosting)
Waiting:
- for Husband to finish mowing the lawn so I can work outside on the deck
- for La Petite to finish her shower
- for the motivation to start writing math and reading grades
- for Husband to finish the garden fence to I can play in the dirt, er, plant the rest of the vegetables
Working:
- on getting back to the gradebook so I can play in the dirt all weekend. Woo-hoo! Cappucino’s ready, here I go!
>All the major food groups
>I was baking a cake and preparing a meatloaf. I took both out of the oven and proceeded to make frosting. Next I started frosting — both the cake AND the meatloaf.
Then I woke up.
I have no idea what kind of frosting tastes good on a meatloaf or why on earth I’d be frosting one. There may be some subliminal meaning here — or not.
>Dad’s playing in the dirt! Where’s Mom?
>When work Email goes Wild – the sequel
>You might be a teacher if:
- TGIF has more meaning to you than to most.
- You haven’t planted your garden yet because you’re working on report cards.
- Your work email shows that the people you work with are feeling just as stressed and punchy as you are.
From Mrs. Puff to all staff : As you have noticed, we are adding some stylish new furniture to the teachers’ lounge. All items not needed will be removed and sold at Daisy’s rummage sale in June.
Reply to all staff from Mrs. Potts: It is my fervent hope that we can add a lounge singer to the decor. That is my highest hope, although a deep fryer and chocolate fountain would be nice, too. Shall I run the ad and get started on the auditions?
Reply to all from Mrs. Petunia: Oh, I’m good at this! I’m a professional solo-ensemble festival judge, remember? I just have to curb my inner Simon Cowell. You know, the one who would say, “Well, the quality of your singing would math the ‘stunning’ piece of furniture we call a ‘cottage chic’ couch.” (note: the couch is hideous.)
Reply to all from new Maintenance dude: As I’m only subbing here for a few days I wouldn’t normally intrude on these email discussions, but, as a singer/pianist (and choir director/music teacher/organist) I felt that perhaps I should throw my hat into the ring… Of course, the maintenance department would need to OK it first.
Jack from Maintenance
Reply to all from Mrs. Picasso: Ok. I vote for Jack the lounge singer. No need to ask for permission if we have a tip jar. Jack-the-lounge-singer, do you have an old black tuxedo coat? Because we need to keep the place upscale.
I say we use the extra money for blenders for tropical drinks. Non-alcoholic of course. Smoothies perhaps.
Reply to all from Mrs. Piccolo: What you folks don’t know is that I used to be a lounge singer!
Reply to all from Mrs. Petunia: Oh, Mrs. P., you topped me there. I only did singing telegrams in college. Oh, the jobs we’ll take to pay our tuition!
Reply to all from the boss, taking a break from an administrative meeting at the main office: GET BACK TO WORK!!!
Reply to all from Mrs. Puff: Oh, we’d better not tell her about the chair races in the hall.
Now, dear readers, can you guess which of the Perfectly Pleasant P’s is me, Daisy? Hint: a few of my coworkers have started calling me “Simone”.
