During a bad movie...

Okay, so the whole family is watching Kicking and Screaming and I'm blogging. Should tell you something about the movie...

Anyway, still recovering from yesterday's complete exhaustion, and I'd like to give a huge shout out and hanks to Tam-Tam who literally saved my life yesterday... I was sooooooooooooooooooooo dragging my fat white ass around the classroom yesterday--truly so tired I couldn't focus, and Tam-Tam had made me a cd--I know she was disappointed I wouldn't listen to it in class...the truth was, I was too tired to focus on the music, the kids, and breathing all at the same time. I put it in the car player, on my way out of the parking lot.

That goofy, loopy little song at the beginning of the cd (kiss me kiss me happy happy sweetest kisses just like candy...) is probably the only reason I remembered to pick up the kids and stayed awake to get them home--seriously, thanks Tam-Tam--I couldn't have made it through the day without you.

And speaking of yesterday, it turns out that two of the six kids who got arrested and (maybe) expelled for the gang fight in the vp's office (again, not exaggerating) were my students. Since that one kid that the rest of the staff (with my help) has dubbed 'the f***ing psychopath' has gotten transferred into someone else's room (fortunately a very assertive male--that kid tried to intimidate me, I think he thought it would be easy because I'm female) I almost feel safe.

Anyway--my daughter's team lost badly this morning--I'm thinking that any soccer game before 10:30 am needs caffeine--I don't care if they're 11, we're hitting Starbucks on the way to next week's game.

I've finished my 4th pair of socks and am working on the hat in order to greet the flood of impending babies. We've added another baby to the list. Only 5 more pairs of socks and hats to go. (Every now and then the irony of this endeavor hits me--my own department didn't get me a baby gift for this last pregnancy. $%^$ing men.) The socks are hella cute--they're done in this dk/sport weight merino...so color saturated, they're gorgeous.

And now, to my final thought--if it can be called a thought--you know how we have to type those goofy letters in order to comment on other people's blogs, right? Aren't those letters randomly chosen by logarithm? (I learned that term from the TV show, by the way.) Anyway, shouldn't, if we're choosing stuff at random, shouldn't we eventually randomly end up with a real word? Just sayin'...

I'm gonna write a lot this weekend--BITTERMOON has totally captivated me. And maybe this one can be read by 7th graders...maybe not...still haven't written those scenes. (Imagine wolfish grin...) I'm looking forward to it.