Sean, that's just silly. Where would you get a black skirt?
Dunno. It's just lying around the house here. I must have picked it up somewhere.
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Sean, that's just silly. Where would you get a black skirt?
Dunno. It's just lying around the house here. I must have picked it up somewhere.
Sean, did I read correctly? iPhone? Hot!!!
iPHONE!
Also, I seem to never have your cell number in my phone, o_a. You should email it or text it me.
oh, you just want an excuse to use your iPhone!
t /jealous
I have to share a happy.
The reason narrative comments take me so long is that I go through each student's folder before beginning to write her comment. I'm working on one of my favorites right now, and I just came across the parent feedback form I sent home in September. This student (we'll call her "Kelley") has two daddies. I met them at Back-to-School Night, and they are just the dearest souls, obviously deeply devoted to their daughter. The last question on the feedback form asks the parents to tell me something wonderful about their daughter, English-related or not. This is what Kelley's dads wrote:
[Student's real name] is wonderfully creative in every area of her life and has a heart the size of Venus and the most magical thing that ever has happened to us!!It just makes me so happy to see a kid who is so well-adjusted and such a total sweetheart and see how her dads are so in love with her.
She calls them her Dad and her Daddy. I just can't think of anything to say but "bless." Bless, bless, bless!
Coffee:
Vortex, right there with you with the jealous!
KT, right there with you on the jealous and the bless.
Sean - iPhone and a black skirt....hmmmmmmmm.
Lunch with buffistas is a great way to break up a frustrating day. So nice to see everyone and to be able to snuggle Miss Matilda - who knows how to mug for the camera.
Work programming drama now has a work around that involves processes that take hours to run, so I will be poking my head in and out of work stuff all weekend to see if one has ended do I can kick off the next. Oh joy, oh rapture. At least it is overtime.
School stuff sees me cursing my team mates yet again. Our last assignment is due tomorrow and two of our team mates are being slugs about doing their parts. I have enough points in the class to pass without this assignment, but still....get it together people.
And thus ends the whining portion of my post.
YAY vw on a great day at the conference and at lunch. I'm glad you were able to join us AND have such a fantastic time. The family has missed you this evening. It is very cute.
There was more but the zombies ated my brain.
I made myself hot pants out of my black trousers.
Muhahaha.
Ok - we're off! I'll try to get pictures!!
Grr, my post got ate. But part of it was asking for pics from Aimee!
{{Suzi}} Yay for Buffista filled lunches. Sorry for the sucky parenting times. I was such a horrible teen, and yet somehow managed to become an excellent adult (IMHO). I've asked my mom how she survived and she claims she reminded herself that "this too shall pass" countless times. Your kids are so lucky to have you and your loving wisdom and guidance. And, this too shall pass.
Kristin, I thought of you when I got a note back from one of my teachers. I had sent a gentle request for a grade update since she usually posts often and it had been a couple weeks. Posting part of her reply since it is not remotely personal.
I apologize... ...in my poor judgement I collected their notebooks (three weeks worth of work) one week before collecting their essay. You can actually measure my grading pile in feet.
Anyone wonder why I thought of you?
I apologize... ...in my poor judgement I collected their notebooks (three weeks worth of work) one week before collecting their essay. You can actually measure my grading pile in feet.Aww, poor thing! I'm laughing in rueful recognition.
And wow, grade updates every couple of weeks? She is way more on top of things than I am. My parents don't get grade updates (unless something is wrong or they request one) until the end of the quarter. Maybe that's a high school thing, though. What grade does she teach?
I have 13 more comments to write tonight. I underestimated earlier. Argh. I'm lucky to get through three an hour, and my dad should be calling any second now--the Red Cross is flying him into the Ontario airport today to work in a San Bernadino shelter for the next few days--and tonight is probably the only chance I'm going to get to see him. This math is not working. Neither is the caffeine. I may have to resort to Ritalin.