Black cats play with yarn.
Black cats live in a barn.
Black cats can jump.
Black cats can hump.
Black cats say “Yeow”
The sub was an old lady who probably did not know what we use the term “hump” for these days. The principal confiscated the poster which was hanging up. Not before the sub sent a copy of the poem home with each child. The principal, who plans to use the poster as a joke in faculty meeting, also pointed out the last sentence about the cats saying “Yeow” after they hump. The substitute also misspelled yeow and put a paper over it then rewrote it as it is in the poem above. With the paper and the rewrite it brought more attention to yeow.
Have you seen the latest piece of bling worn by the Mrs. McCain?? She has a minor wrist sprain following a hand shake with a McCain enthusiast. Yes, the total arm sling is necessary for a wrist injury. (I think she is just afraid of germs and doesn't want to shake grodie hands anymore.) I suppose she should avoid any further hand shaking with her hubbies enthusiastic supporters. You never know the next one might have the strength of Edward Cullen and rip her entire arm off. Or, he may turn her to the dark side with his charm! Wait, she is very pale and looks very young for her age. Gasp! Maybe she is one of the creatures of the night. She has a sly look she could be Volturi. Oooohhh!! I love a good scandal.
So, the good ol' can I borrow ex-neighbor is at it again. We had babies within 3 days of each other. So, anytime they come to visit their former residence they want to compare and contrast. Uuuugggghhhh!!!! Last night was no exception.
So, while trying to make idle chit-chat I mention that it has been nice to have my dear hubby working some odd jobs from home while looking for the optimal law job. It has made taking care of the newborn much easier. The female then says to me "What do you do all day? Water your garden?" Which I know she is somewhat envious of my new freetime. So I just answer "Yup!! " "I don't get anything else done, Ever!" For once I was able to respond quickly she didn't have a reply and quickly changed the subject. If only I could have thought of something a little more sassy!
So why the lost identity title? It all began on the last day of school (remember I was a teacher). I was so excited to be done and out of the school. Then my fellow educators gave me a wonderful tribute and gift. I cried through the whole thing. I then dried my eyes picked up the last of my stuff and headed for the car. Only to have two friends that I have worked with for 8 years help me load the car, and proceed to stand in the parking lot waving goodbye. I totally lost it. I was supposed to make a stop at rabid's house to pick up some plants. Of course I forgot. I phoned her to tell her I would get them later and the tears wouldn't stop. Through my blubbering I got through to her and managed to apologize and say "I didn't think it would be so hard!" I am no longer an official teacher.
The worst part is that I had to return my laptop. Now I am stuck sharing our home computer with the dear hubby. Which I wouldn't call sharing! I have to pitch a fit in order to even check my email, let alone add to the blog! My entries could become even more sparse (if that is possible). The only reason this entry is being posted is that I sent him to the store.
So, I am beginning a new phase in life and doing my best to deal with the change of identity. I am excited and a little worried about what the future holds.
Ok! So, if you follow the blog of rabidrunner you will know that I had a baby boy on St. Patrick's Day. He is really cute and a very good baby! I know every mother thinks her child is cute, but I think mine actually is (arrogant I know). The new adventure is very difficult and quite a learning experience. I think that my hubby and I are starting to figure it out. Being a parent is starting to be fun.
Then we go somewhere! Or now that I have returned to work he has to be taken to a relative during the day. I have begun to dread encounters with other people. Someone is always telling me what to do and how I should have done things differently. Some people act like I am a teen mother who can't figure anything out on my own. It is so frustrating! You would think that I had a horrible acting child. In all reality he is very good natured. But, what really pushes me over the top is when those babysitting him change the way I do things to their way and I have no control over the situation. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!1
Thankfully I will have completed my teaching contract in 7 school days + 2 hours and 15 min.!
