My Most Random Post Yet/Manic Monday

  1. So while at work today I probably thought of 3 things that I would like to blog about tonight. Obviously by the time I had gotten home, eaten, and didn't have 7 people  poking me and asking me questions like:
"What's the printer code?"
"Did I already pass that in?"
"Don't you have any pencils in here?"
"Would I get in trouble if I got up in the middle of class and switched shoes with him?"
"So why didn't anyone just walk up to Hitler and tell him he was being a jerk?"
"So three days ago I left my favorite highlighter on that desk so I knew right where it was, and now it's not there...where is it?"  and
"What are the chances you'd take us outside to play in the rain?"

I had clearly forgotten what all of those wonderful blogging ideas were.

As you can see my brain has more pertinent matters to attend to.

Like missing highlighters.

And a discipline plan for shoe switching.

I'm hoping that rambling within a list will help me bring to light what blog posts I was going to make.

2. I'm linking this up to Ashley's "Manic Monday" post over at Life As I Know It. Sorry Ashley if I didn't do it right/am not doing anything as you had hoped your followers would. I am not good at following directions. Just giving them, and then forgetting what they were.

3. Growing up I was one of those kids who wasn't a huge fan of seafood. Despite the fact that I grew up in a coastal town where there were actual lobstermen and access to fresh fish, my family wasn't on a high end protein budget.

Don't get me wrong, we were well fed. But it was more like baked chicken and mashed potatoes, or macaroni and hotdogs kind of deal.
You know, the type of meals that a mother can make for a family of six without being tempted to force the family to make their own goddamn dinner of  grilled cheese sandwiches for the rest of the week because you have no idea what came over you to decide and have four kids, especially when the first three were girls having 19 pots and pans to clean along with that weird yellow stuff that's now stuck to the table.

God bless my mother.  
Mom, I'm glad you had all of us. Playing pretend/imaginary "house"  together is so much more fun with four people. Until whoever was shafted into playing the dog wanted to be the mom. That was always an awkward moment.

I digress.

SO, when we had fish it was in the form of fishsticks. Needless to say, I decided seafood wasn't really my thing.

Enter Mr. Perfect a.k.a. "He who cooks the meals because it's calming to cook"(When I remember where I found him I'll let you know). Whose seafood experience growing up was catered by a mother who was LITERALLY named Betty Crocker of the year award winner in highschool.

About 6 months in he told me his favorite meal was Shrimp Scampi.

I told him that was gross.

And then I asked him what it was.

So the past 5 years he has been slowly but surely getting me to try out different dishes from the sea.

Tonight he made his favorite meal. (Yes he made it. I know, I'm the wife, I'm supposed to make my husband his favorite meal after a hard day's work. I'm still getting used to this marriage thing. Plus Bruin REALLY wanted me to cuddle with him. ) AND I LOVED IT.

It was not too heavy, not too light.
Just spaghetti, garlic, some lemon juice, and shrimp. 
I'm making progress.


4. I'm not going to apologize, even though maybe I should, that all of these numbers along with every other post I make is long winded.

I once read on this super blog that I found that you should write as if you're talking to your sister.

When I talk to ANY of my sisters, it is long winded, veers off topic often, and I make lame jokes. Depending on which one is listening, they either tell me to stop so they can get their two cents in, giggle uncontrollably, or ask Dave to get a handle on me because I'm crazy.

Go ahead and choose which sister you'd like to be today.

5. I think I'd be a good motivational speaker. Or presidential candidate.

Today when half of one of my classes still didn't have their homework done after I gave them another extension, I started giving them a talk about responsibility and being held accountable for choices that they were making.

I realized 5-10 minutes later that I was asking them to promise me that they'd never waste another moment of their life,  go follow their dreams, never take no for an answer and vow to fulfill their full potential and become doctors, lawyers, or teachers that give motivational speeches.

And they were totally all for it.

Maybe I'll just be the next oxyclean spokesperson.

6. The more and more people cringe whenever I tell them that I teach middle school, and the more and more I laugh and tell them it is actually not that bad, causes me to think that maybe this is an age group I could get used to for a large part of my career.

Middle Schoolers are actually kinda neat to work with. They might not always be the most willing to learn, but once you get them really hooked on a topic and they're interested, you can have some really great and inspiring conversations that make you realize that maybe the world won't be so bad after all once this generation is in charge.

For instance, I am now "volunteering" as an assistant coach for our track team. And running around the track with the kids, coaching them on their splits, and joking around with them as we all do plank push-ups together is sometimes challenging, but rewarding and sometimes even fun.

Alright, it's not all fairy dust and sugarplums(which I don't even really know what those are to be honest).  There are days that I am exhausted and all of my patience has been tried, and I wonder what it would feel like to just have a desk job where I talk to adults, make phone calls, send emails, and have more than 20 minutes for lunch.

And then I realize that maybe my coworkers at my desk job wouldn't be to fond of me stepping onto an imaginary soapbox that I keep underneath the homework pass in tray to give a speech about how I expect them all to become the leader of the free world and create world peace.

7. Soooooooo it's only Monday?

8. So I know I have readers out there. (I'M LOVIN' THE STATS TAB). Supposedly I had 30ish readers today. But I have no idea who you are! (Am I creeped out? No. Should I be? Maybe...) I thought this networking and getting to know people would be easier because I can write a complete sentence and have a cute dog and husband that I post pictures of sometimes, but alas I guess it takes time to make friends on the blogosphere.

I've joined the network  For The Love of Blogs and have already come across some pretty cool bloggers out there. I'm hoping to keep making contact with others and eventually build some connections.

With that said, if you've made it this far into the post, let me know!
Feel free and comment, introduce yourself, leave a link to your blog, follow me, or whatever. I will not be creeped out by any of these actions. Just flattered.

Unless you're some 43-year old man who is posing as a Nigerian Princess that needs money wired to them so that you can build your palace back up after that nasty fire. Then consider yourself warned.

I am not only creeped out but also a waste of your time.
Our phone bill was due this month.
And I just had to have the latest version of Bejewled.

Happy rest of the week!