What I’m Loving Wednesday

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♥ Winter Break!

I really think that teachers love breaks even more than the kids, evidenced by the fact that Winter Break ended up on Michelle’s list today, too!  I love being a teacher, but it is a demanding job.  Winter break is a necessity to stay sane!   The last week and a half has been spent sleeping in, watching Netfilx, and hanging out with my son.  Perfection and it isn’t over yet!

Being an aunt!

Winter break has given me plenty of time to spend with my special little nephews!

♥ NUMB3RS

This is the latest TV show on Netflix that I have been binge watching.  It is about an FBI agent and his mathematician brother solving cases together.  I know I’m not the only person out there watching season after season of TV shows because I see pins about it all the time…

♥ Pinterest

That brings me to my next thing on the list today…Pinterest.  It makes me feel like I’m not alone in so many things:  binge watching Netflix, an addiction to food, insecurities…

♥ Being Single

This isn’t a new development, but I haven’t really been openly sharing the fact.  I’m truly enjoying being only responsible for me and my son.  After ten years in a relationship and sharing decisions and a room, I get to make decisions without consulting anyone else.  I don’t plan staying single forever, but I will enjoy it for a while!

mandelaquote♥  My son

Always on my list and always the most important!

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Top 4 Reason Being an Aunt is Amazing

My oldest nephew and me  :)
My oldest nephew and me 🙂

1. I get to be goofy, silly, and unconditionally loved by two super special little men.  ♥

2.  As a parent and teacher, you must always be a good role model and encourage positive behavior.  However, as an aunt, I get to teach my nephew about “see” food.  🙂  And I don’t have to be embarrassed when he shows his parents at a restaurant.  Haha!

3.    My have taught my little nephew a love of books. When I gave him a book as a gift, he unwrapped it and exclaimed, “Beautiful book!”  Gotta love it!

4.  Finally, unlike being a parent, if the kid is screaming and throwing a fit I can just say, “See you later alligator!”

The Book Remembers When

Major life changes always lead me to reminisce.  So, today I was thinking about a Trisha Yearwood song from my first CD ever: The Song Remembers When.  I was reorganizing and cleaning, looking through books.  Yes, songs bring back memories, but books do too.  Hence, tonight’s post…The Book Remembers When…

When...I read this book so many times as a kid, the book is falling apart.
When…I read this book so many times as a kid, the book is falling apart.
When...my maternal grandparents only had a few books including this one:  Amos and Boris.  On a side note, every children's book they did have had a stamp marking it the property of a school or public library.  They fees they must have paid...
When…my maternal grandparents only had a few books including this one: Amos and Boris. On a side note, every children’s book they did have had a stamp marking it the property of a school or public library. They fees they must have paid…
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When… my mom came to class to read this book. She skipped some of the pages and, of course, I corrected her. Yep, I was that kid.
When...My son learned to count to ten with this book.
When…My son learned to count to ten with this book.
When...my son and I sat and searched through the pages in these books.  Over and over again, day after day.
When…my son and I sat and searched through the pages in these books. Over and over again, day after day.
When...I read this book as my son sat on the toilet as a three year old.  I lovingly refer to this as "the Poop Book."
When…I read this book as my son sat on the toilet as a three year old. I lovingly refer to this as “the Poop Book.”

So many memories, from my childhood and my son’s childhood.  For me, these books are almost like pictures or home movies.  I can’t ever let them go…I am proud to be a book hoarder.

Two Ways to Look at Everything

Glass half full or half empty?  Both are correct, so what does it matter how you answer?

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Two flat tires at 5:00 AM when I need to go to school.

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I realized I had two flat tires before I left the neighborhood instead of getting two flat tires on the expressway.

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As far as I can tell, one way of looking at things makes you a victim with horrible luck.  The other way helps you deal with a stinky situation without loosing your mind.  🙂  It’s hard to be the glass half full type of person all of the time, especially on days like this.  However, it is possible to recognize when you are getting too negative and adjust your thinking.  I pledge to be more aware of the way I am looking at things and try to adjust to the glass half full thinking, even this month, especially this month, when stress levels are high.

A completely fabricated slice of life…

BAM!  Jess slammed  down her box of Kellogg cereal.  “I’ve had it!  Of course you loose weight on this Special K diet, you aren’t eating anything!”  She ranted, “The kids are crazy and can’t focus.  It’s another indoor recess day and I can’t handle any more of this healthy junk on top of everything else.”

“Why don’t you go ask that Hostess delivery guy for some Ho Hos?” Jen joked pointing out the lunchroom window.  She really only noticed the truck because of the man in a muscle shirt unloading boxes.

“I prefer Ding Dong,” replied another teacher.

“Anything sugary sounds good right now,” commented another.

Then, without another word, as if a spell had been placed on them, all ten teachers jumped out of their seats and ran for the door.  Ignoring children in the hallway and any sort of self-control, they ran out the side door of the school and pounced on the truck and it’s driver.  Well, Jen took the driver, while the other sugar hungry, over stressed teachers started raiding the truck.

Cardboard was ripped open, small cakes were flying from one woman to the next.  A Twinke sailed across the truck, while Ding Dongs, Cupcakes were tossed here and there.  Quickly disappearing as soon as they left the plastic wrapping.  There may have even been a male’s shirt flying through the air?…

Long story short…there was a huge hullabaloo.  (Haha, never had a reason to use that word in writing before.)  The police were called, news reporters arrived, and ten very full woman, covered in chocolate and other sugary residue were carted off to the police station.  The school had to hire new teachers, but luckily there was so much television coverage, the cake company dropped all charges and paid each woman to be part of their new advertising campaign.  They never had to worry about money, or the stresses of standardized testing again…