Saturday, April 26, 2008

cyrus




It's been a cyrus-filled weekend. They rocked the Underwood Center this week and also did a lovely accoustic set at Sugar Brown's. In addition to doing their own original songs, they also covered the Foo Fighters and a Damien Rice song (and I happen to think their version of Me, My Yoke and I is better than the original). It's really been fun hanging out with everyone and following around our rockstar friends for several days in a row.
Their next show is their birthday bash at the Porchlight on Saturday, May 3rd. If you come and bring birthday cake, they might even dedicate a song to you. That's just the kind of guys they are.

toms

We had an unusual girls' day today. The Toms shoe people were in town at a local clothing store. I've loved Toms shoes for quite some time. I already own 3 pair. This event was special because you could buy a pair of plain white Toms and decorate them yourself. They had spray paint, dye, acrylic, and glitter paint. They set up tables outside with some under shaded tents, and the Eli Smith band was playing. It was really fun to be out in the Spring weather doing something creative. Plus, for every pair of Toms that is bought, they give another pair to a child in need.
Can you guess which shoes are mine?

Friday, April 18, 2008

tagged

I've really been missing my blog! Our internet has been painfully slow, so this is the first time I could bear to get on without beating the laptop against the wall. (Probably because I'm avoiding cleaning the house.)

I was tagged by my lovely (and I don't mean that sarcastically, Evan) friend to tell 7 random facts, so here goes:

1) I've always wanted to play a musical instrument. I played the saxophone in the jr. high band, and I took piano lessons first in elementary and then again in high school. I've just never quite stuck it out.

2) A banana with chunky peanut butter is one of my favorite snacks.

3) I once got an anonymous love letter in my locker with a tape of that song "That Thing You Do" from the movie by the same name. I never could quite figure out what "that thing" was that I did.

4) At a Broadway play in New York, Lenny Kravitz literally ran into me.

5) I think I was more star struck by seeing Hayes Carll in concert than by being slightly accosted by Kravitz. The crazy look in my eye in this picture is proof of that.

6) I've wanted to adopt a child since I was 16. Thanks to a well-intentioned but slightly overzealous youth minister, my parents had to talk me down out of crazed wailing because I wanted to adopt a Chinese girl at age 16. I was crying about it like I actually could have been able to adopt someone when I was a teenager. (I was a little dramatic.)


7) I have very vivid, strange dreams. Earlier this week I forgot to set the alarm, and I woke up suddenly, realizing I was late. I couldn't remember any of my dream, but I almost said aloud, "I've never met a pie I didn't like." That phrase was stuck in my head all day!

Alright Emileigh, Carleigh, and Diana... you're up next. Can't wait to read your random facts. (Now that I think about it, this is a lot like Carleigh's silly questions.)

Sunday, April 06, 2008

happy faces




These are the happy faces of two people who just ran 10k!! For those of you who don't dally in the metric system, that's about six and a quarter miles! Whoop, whoop! We were really excited. I think that's the furthest I've ever run.

I love weekends! We did yard work, I planted some things in my flowerbeds, we spent some time with the girls in my family, and even had time for a couple of movies. What a lovely couple of days!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

drained

Editor's note: This post is a little strange, going from serious topics to attempts at being humorous. I'll indicate tone shifts in parenthesis so you can keep up with my randomness and know what kind of face you should be making as you read this.

I'm at home in my big fluffy chair with a blanket and a Frappuccino, and everything finally feels ok. I've been battling a sinus infection and the antibiotics have left me feeling a bit spacey and tired. I just can't seem to find my normal life rhythm.
I know it sounds funny, but I've been working really hard at trying to enjoy my job. I realized that when you ask anyone how work is going, you're usually met with groaning at best or a flying object directed at your head at worst. So I was going to be intentional about being happy about working. It started out ok, albeit a little fake. I was like, "Woohoo, I'm making some lesson plans...lo-ove my lesson plans," while doing a little jig in my chair. It got a little better when I would try to get the kids involved. That's the cool thing about elementary school; if you tell them you think it's fun/cool/really interesting, they're usually on board with you for the first 10 mintues or so. I only got a little discouraged when my lesson was over, and one of them said, "So when are we gonna do the fun part?" Brat. (shift to serious, concerned face)
But it got a lot harder later in the week. Bad things kept happening to my students; to be intentionally vague, they were dealing with problems like death, incarceration of family members, and abuse. And that's just this week! Although it did put my minor problems like a sinus infection in perspective, it really drained me emotionally. (relax the furrowed eyebrows here as we shift back to light-heartedness)
When I get emotionally tired, strange things start to happen. I can handle big news like "Hey that University you went to was a complete sham, and you're going to have to work weekends to try to re-earn your teaching certificate," with quiet stoicism, but a stumble in the hallway or cross look from the cafeteria lady can send me into a crying fit that lasts a full 15 minutes. It's bizarre.
So today when my conference got cancelled and my kids had to stay in the room with me, I was on the borderline of throwing things through the window. Then we decided we'd make the best of it. We made door decorations encouraging ourselves for the up-coming TAKS test. They wanted to put flowers and spring-timey things up with messages like, "We'll breeze through the TAKS" or "We read to succeed on the TAKS test." Pretty clever, I thought. Then one student brought up a sign that she'd made saying, "The TAKS test blows Mrs. H's class away." I looked at it for a second, then asked, "Did you mean, Mrs. H's class blows the TAKS test away"? She looked confused for a bit and then said "Oh, yeah! Whoops!" We both doubled over with laughter. That's the good thing about being emotionally drained. The slightest thing can make me cry, but something just as small makes me laugh till my belly aches!