- Exercise - looking quasi-forward to making this a routine
- Laundry - our pile is so large it's frightening
- Menu plan - thinking about planning an entire month...thinking about it - could use some additional easy ideas
- Begin the summer facebook quasi-fast - I refuse to let myself camp out on fb all day
- Cook supper - excited about this one
- I brought home several dozen books to read for next year. Perhaps I will start one today. Perhaps.
May 31, 2011
Summer: Day 1
I have some goals today:
May 24, 2011
Oh my little shulehouse...
Please watch Megamind to understand the above reference.
The day I have been wishing for has finally arrived. Not because I dislike my job OR because I dislike my students OR because I dislike working. I'm just tired. It's been a long year, and it's time for it to come to a close.
Teaching is hard work. It takes many hours.
And I cried many tears. Perhaps this summer I will write about the infamous first semester 6th hour. I've got some real doozies to tell.
I laughed a lot...at myself, at my students, with my students, at myself, you get the idea.
I planned approximately 360 lessons. Wowza! And I remember when planning one lesson was a chore while taking education classes. Oh I laugh at my younger self. And I'm sure I'll laugh at my current self sometime soon.
Packed close to 150 lunches.
Took around 600 bathroom breaks. I'm a planned person, what can I say...
Graded nearly 1,300 essays. That's the first time I've added it up. And it makes me want to vomit just a bit.
Sent/received thousands and thousands and thousands of e-mails. And that is not an example of hyperbole.
Read each class novel/play 5 times over the course of the unit.
Attempted to love on 130 kiddos every day.
Eagerly anticipated the sweet release that 3:00 brought.
Like I've mentioned, I like my job. Like, I like it a lot. And I can't imagine doing anything else (I would not have said that any earlier than April...). But it's time for summer.
Time for sleeping in.
Time for cooking, baking, and general domestic duties.
Time to organize various apartmental areas.
Time to have energy in the evening.
Time to visit long-lost friends.
Time to reflect. Ah yes, I love this one.
So thanks for following me through the craziness of the first year. Thanks for reading, relating, commenting, and sending the occasional encouraging e-mail. I truly appreciate it. I'm sure I'll reflect more. Feel free to tune in or tune out whilst I reflect. I'm an outward processor, and you are my "outward." Many thanks.
Tonight we're ordering pizza and perhaps watching Grey's Anatomy. Who am I kidding...we will watch at least 2 episodes of the glorious show. And I will love the fact that when 9 pm rolls around, I will no longer get that anxious feeling that inevitably makes its presence known on a daily basis.
Love and cupcakes.
The day I have been wishing for has finally arrived. Not because I dislike my job OR because I dislike my students OR because I dislike working. I'm just tired. It's been a long year, and it's time for it to come to a close.
Teaching is hard work. It takes many hours.
And I cried many tears. Perhaps this summer I will write about the infamous first semester 6th hour. I've got some real doozies to tell.
I laughed a lot...at myself, at my students, with my students, at myself, you get the idea.
I planned approximately 360 lessons. Wowza! And I remember when planning one lesson was a chore while taking education classes. Oh I laugh at my younger self. And I'm sure I'll laugh at my current self sometime soon.
Packed close to 150 lunches.
Took around 600 bathroom breaks. I'm a planned person, what can I say...
Graded nearly 1,300 essays. That's the first time I've added it up. And it makes me want to vomit just a bit.
Sent/received thousands and thousands and thousands of e-mails. And that is not an example of hyperbole.
Read each class novel/play 5 times over the course of the unit.
Attempted to love on 130 kiddos every day.
Eagerly anticipated the sweet release that 3:00 brought.
Like I've mentioned, I like my job. Like, I like it a lot. And I can't imagine doing anything else (I would not have said that any earlier than April...). But it's time for summer.
Time for sleeping in.
Time for cooking, baking, and general domestic duties.
Time to organize various apartmental areas.
Time to have energy in the evening.
Time to visit long-lost friends.
Time to reflect. Ah yes, I love this one.
So thanks for following me through the craziness of the first year. Thanks for reading, relating, commenting, and sending the occasional encouraging e-mail. I truly appreciate it. I'm sure I'll reflect more. Feel free to tune in or tune out whilst I reflect. I'm an outward processor, and you are my "outward." Many thanks.
Tonight we're ordering pizza and perhaps watching Grey's Anatomy. Who am I kidding...we will watch at least 2 episodes of the glorious show. And I will love the fact that when 9 pm rolls around, I will no longer get that anxious feeling that inevitably makes its presence known on a daily basis.
Love and cupcakes.
May 21, 2011
5K and FOOD
We ran a 5K this morning (more on that later...), and now all I can think about is FOOD. I am pumped to cook this summer. Pumped. On my list so far are the following items:
· Bierocks
· Fried chicken
· Homemade bread (honey wheat)
· Variations of cookies
· Layer dip (this looks like the BEST recipe out there): http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/01/mexican-layer-dip/
· Pot roast
· Crock pot chicken
· Chili – supply me with your favorite recipe.
· Zwiebach
· Verinika (sp?) – I need the BEST recipe out there please.
· Southwestern wontons: http://www.kevinandamanda.com/recipes/dinner/crispy-southwestern-wontons.html
What else should I make? I would LOVE some suggestions!
In other news, only 1 1/2 more days of school. Yes.
Furthermore, here is my brother. And he is getting married in 4 weeks. Sigh. Super-pumped.
That is all. Love and cupcakes.
Heidi
May 18, 2011
Wednesday Funnies
Quotes of the day:
6th hour male student: "I don't mean to be awkward, Mrs. Carlson, but I have to ask. When are you going to have a little Mrs. Carlson?"
6th hour male student: "When I play for the Lakers in 6 years, I'll either send you season tickets or just write you a letter." I'm not sure why the ginormous difference, but either way, I'm flattered.
7th hour male student: "Mrs. Carlson, have you noticed that you and Tyler (male student) have the same haircut?" And it's true! Legit lol.
I got a bit choked up today at the thought of leaving my babies. They truly were guinea pigs all year (poor kids). They have been troopers...most of the time. And they will always have a special place in my heart.
I don't do well anticipating change - did you converse with me a few weeks before my wedding? if so, you understand - but I do great in the middle of change. Yes, I'm looking forward to summer. Oh goodness I am really looking forward to summer. BUT, and this is a JLo sized but(t), I will miss them. Hopefully I won't think of them every day, but I'm sure they will pop into my mind every now and again. Sigh. They will always be my babies.
This room...
is in the process of getting a facelift. From me and any student I arm-twist into helping me. It's going well so far. Perhaps I will remember to take pics of the final product.
4 more days. Happy face? Sad face? Today - sad face.
6th hour male student: "I don't mean to be awkward, Mrs. Carlson, but I have to ask. When are you going to have a little Mrs. Carlson?"
6th hour male student: "When I play for the Lakers in 6 years, I'll either send you season tickets or just write you a letter." I'm not sure why the ginormous difference, but either way, I'm flattered.
7th hour male student: "Mrs. Carlson, have you noticed that you and Tyler (male student) have the same haircut?" And it's true! Legit lol.
I got a bit choked up today at the thought of leaving my babies. They truly were guinea pigs all year (poor kids). They have been troopers...most of the time. And they will always have a special place in my heart.
I don't do well anticipating change - did you converse with me a few weeks before my wedding? if so, you understand - but I do great in the middle of change. Yes, I'm looking forward to summer. Oh goodness I am really looking forward to summer. BUT, and this is a JLo sized but(t), I will miss them. Hopefully I won't think of them every day, but I'm sure they will pop into my mind every now and again. Sigh. They will always be my babies.
This room...
4 more days. Happy face? Sad face? Today - sad face.
May 11, 2011
Katherine
Katherine is a doll. And I love dolls. I still have some Cabbage Patch dolls as well as my American Girl doll Molly. I purchased her with my paper route money because she had glasses like me. But I digress...
Katherine designed this lovely title thingamajig for me. And it is so lovely.
Ain't she great? And ain't it great?
Give her some loving. Tell her (via comments, of course) how much you love her design.
I just can't figure out how to center it. Any ideas?
Thanks, Katherine! You're the best in the midwest.
Love and cupcakes.
PS: Today I received 2 sweet notes from students. I have no idea what prompted either note, but both made my day. It's always nice to be appreciated by whoever (or is it whomever?), but to be appreciated by students is like eating caramel apples in the fall. And I love both those nouns.
Katherine designed this lovely title thingamajig for me. And it is so lovely.
Ain't she great? And ain't it great?
Give her some loving. Tell her (via comments, of course) how much you love her design.
I just can't figure out how to center it. Any ideas?
Thanks, Katherine! You're the best in the midwest.
PS: Today I received 2 sweet notes from students. I have no idea what prompted either note, but both made my day. It's always nice to be appreciated by whoever (or is it whomever?), but to be appreciated by students is like eating caramel apples in the fall. And I love both those nouns.
May 10, 2011
Stick 'o Bliss
I have many thoughts. Surprised? Didn't think so.
This morning during my regularly-scheduled bathroom break, I stumbled upon a cheese stick. And it was beautiful. And it was right outside my classroom in a perfectly-sealed wrapper. However, it was on the ground and without an owner. As I continued on my voyage to the laday's room, a myriad of thoughts rushed through my mind...
I am hungry (after my regularly-scheduled bathroom break, I always eat a snack).
I love me some cheese sticks.
Cheese has protein.
I need me some protein.
If I do not eat that cheese stick, there is a possibility that I will not make it through the day.
I heart cheese. Heart it so much.
There are cameras in the hallway.
Is Sue watching them right now?
Perhaps I'll tie my non-shoelace shoes right next to the beloved cheese stick.
Daniel would not want me to eat this stick 'o goodness.
He says I'm too trusting with my food. (Like the time I drank various cups of tea/water whilst cleaning up after a friend's wedding because I was too lazy to dump them outside. What's the big deal!?)
I have almonds in my drawer.
I've had almonds in my drawer all year, and I'm tired of them.
If only I had granola bars available.
Then I came back from the bathroom. Did I mention that I have LOTS of thoughts?
I picked up the stick 'o delight. I held it longingly in my hands. I thought that even if Sue is watching the camera right now, she'll think that I'm just being a good person and planning on throwing it away. She might even nominate me for "Teacher of the Week" (if only such an award existed...).
I gave the cheese a little squeeze (poetry time for my freshmen). It seemed warm. And squishy.
Then my hands moved faster than my brain - probably a good thing this time - and I tossed the stick 'o beauty in the trash. Then I sighed. All that goodness for nothing.
I begrudgingly yanked open my desk drawer and pulled out my almonds. Grunt, groan, complain (kind of like facebook...are ya catchin' what I'm tossin'?).
Almonds are good.
They have protein.
They are filling.
I am thankful for my almonds.
And I am thankful that two weeks from now, I will be treating myself to something delicious from somewhere delightful in celebration of the conclusion of year one. I hear Panera, Sonic, and Olive Garden all calling my name. Perhaps a progressive dinner is in order.
Loves and cupcakes.
PS: Our "garden" once looked like this...
But it doesn't anymore. I killed the cucumbers. On accident. And it makes me sad. I still have banana peppers, tomatoes, herbs, and daisies. We'll see how green my thumb is...
This morning during my regularly-scheduled bathroom break, I stumbled upon a cheese stick. And it was beautiful. And it was right outside my classroom in a perfectly-sealed wrapper. However, it was on the ground and without an owner. As I continued on my voyage to the laday's room, a myriad of thoughts rushed through my mind...
I am hungry (after my regularly-scheduled bathroom break, I always eat a snack).
I love me some cheese sticks.
Cheese has protein.
I need me some protein.
If I do not eat that cheese stick, there is a possibility that I will not make it through the day.
I heart cheese. Heart it so much.
There are cameras in the hallway.
Is Sue watching them right now?
Perhaps I'll tie my non-shoelace shoes right next to the beloved cheese stick.
Daniel would not want me to eat this stick 'o goodness.
He says I'm too trusting with my food. (Like the time I drank various cups of tea/water whilst cleaning up after a friend's wedding because I was too lazy to dump them outside. What's the big deal!?)
I have almonds in my drawer.
I've had almonds in my drawer all year, and I'm tired of them.
If only I had granola bars available.
Then I came back from the bathroom. Did I mention that I have LOTS of thoughts?
I picked up the stick 'o delight. I held it longingly in my hands. I thought that even if Sue is watching the camera right now, she'll think that I'm just being a good person and planning on throwing it away. She might even nominate me for "Teacher of the Week" (if only such an award existed...).
I gave the cheese a little squeeze (poetry time for my freshmen). It seemed warm. And squishy.
Then my hands moved faster than my brain - probably a good thing this time - and I tossed the stick 'o beauty in the trash. Then I sighed. All that goodness for nothing.
I begrudgingly yanked open my desk drawer and pulled out my almonds. Grunt, groan, complain (kind of like facebook...are ya catchin' what I'm tossin'?).
Almonds are good.
They have protein.
They are filling.
I am thankful for my almonds.
And I am thankful that two weeks from now, I will be treating myself to something delicious from somewhere delightful in celebration of the conclusion of year one. I hear Panera, Sonic, and Olive Garden all calling my name. Perhaps a progressive dinner is in order.
Loves and cupcakes.
PS: Our "garden" once looked like this...
May 9, 2011
TV character?
What TV character do I slightly resemble?? I NEED to know before Wednesday.
Your help is highly encouraged. Many thanks.
I will reward you with virtual cupcakes.
Your help is highly encouraged. Many thanks.
I will reward you with virtual cupcakes.
10 1/2 days...
Bear with me here. I'm almost done. Today was excellent. I had a superb time with my sophies, but my freshies were just nuts.
Tonight is "pull together whatever I have in the pantry/fridge/freezer to make something that somewhat resembles a meal of some kind." Wish me luck.
I received a handful of compliments on my shirt today, and I haven't worn it in 2 years. What does this mean?
We have a gazillion baskets of laundry to fold. Any takers?
My brother is moving out of state. Last time he did this I nearly had a nervous breakdown. Hopefully attempt #2 will be better. For both of us.
Daniel and I drove to Topeka from McPherson yesterday and we talked the whole way home. It was so wonderful. I love him so. And I love talking to him. And I sometimes wonder if he wonders why I talk so much. I just have so many thoughts!
Now I'm going to walk to the bank. Then I will return to my episode of "Sister Wives." After that, I suppose I will start scrounging the kitchen. Lastly, I will go to the grocery store to stock up for the week.
Loves and cupcakes.
Tonight is "pull together whatever I have in the pantry/fridge/freezer to make something that somewhat resembles a meal of some kind." Wish me luck.
I received a handful of compliments on my shirt today, and I haven't worn it in 2 years. What does this mean?
We have a gazillion baskets of laundry to fold. Any takers?
My brother is moving out of state. Last time he did this I nearly had a nervous breakdown. Hopefully attempt #2 will be better. For both of us.
Daniel and I drove to Topeka from McPherson yesterday and we talked the whole way home. It was so wonderful. I love him so. And I love talking to him. And I sometimes wonder if he wonders why I talk so much. I just have so many thoughts!
Now I'm going to walk to the bank. Then I will return to my episode of "Sister Wives." After that, I suppose I will start scrounging the kitchen. Lastly, I will go to the grocery store to stock up for the week.
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