Random Talking

"I don't like random talking," I said today, when I was totally put on the spot in our staff meeting. I teach a child who has a hearing disability, so I was designated to be the "star" of the meeting because a hearing specialist was presenting. Actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I wonder at my anti-socialibility sometimes, for being a teacher. I worried for a lot of minutes about talking in front of the rest of the middle school, letting everyone realize that my poor student doesn't hear a damn thing in class because I have kind of a quiet voice.
But. It wasn't that bad. The "big strong man" sitting right next to me scored a 32. I scored a 28. As in, percentage of sound the certain student is able to hear.
(The big strong man won, but only by four points.)

This is a picture I took at 6-something a.m. today. I was actually pretty pissed off at the time of this photo because I was woken up in the middle of the night by an unnecessary phone call, but still. I like the picture.....Maybe because of the fact that I realized - at the time - that I was overreacting to the phone call situation -----------and that I am really, really ready for the school year to end.
And happy that my Peace Lily is still alive and has a kick-ass shadow.


This is a picture of my brother. And my husband. Matt came to stay Saturday night unexpectedly (because the weather SUCKED and fishing opener was by all intents and purposes cancelled....), and it was the best surprise ever. We even got to listen to some brilliant Celtic music Sat. night. Live.

And this is my living room that I rearranged. I'm quite proud of this. At the same time as I can say that Adam is about to strangle me because I've obsessed about getting this room just right - specifically about finding the right table to go in the middle... - I can say that the difference is incredible. I 100% believe in Feng Shui, and not just because this room is great now. Inviting. It's because for at least four years I've felt it work. And Adam's agreed, and he's such a skeptic about anything related to energy fields, etc.

On Sunday, as he lounged in our new living space, he said: "Wow. I actually want to hang out in here now."

There's something to it.

Oh. And on a side note. This is my greatest fear: the cinnamon roll containers that could destroy your face.