I'm attached.

No, it's attached, actually. Our garage, that is.

I went to leave the house on this rainy morning. I open the door, I walk into the dry space, I get into my car. I'm still warm and dry and have a smile on my face!

No more running down the skinny sidewalk to the garage on the alley. No more stepping in that puddle of water that has always gathered right at the end. No more getting soaked while trying to unlock the garage door. No more wondering why I bothered to even dry my hair to begin with.

I can step conveniently out the door and into my car.

It seems like a very simple thing - but I'm spoiled now, I'll never go back!

I'm attached! To our garage! : )

Another reason I love my job...

Mrs. Shmits
My techer

You mak my day i have never seen eny body as nice as you. Your smile is like the sun it so grate to have you here today. This is like a book but it is about you and how nice you are. I hope I have ben good for you and i make me sad wen you leave me and the class.

Mrs. Shmits
My techer

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Can you tell we've been working on our colorful language? We've been trying really hard to use descriptive words in our writing. So maybe we have a little work yet to do this year on our spelling. : ) But you just don't get this everyday in other jobs. : )

Pinkie

(Disclaimer: If you're not a pet person - you'll definitely find this blog post boring and possibly ridiculous! And for the record, I'm totally okay with that.)

This is Pinkie.

I know I've mentioned her in blogs before, but Pinkie holds a special place in our family. Dottie received Pinkie as a gift from my mom about a week after we got her. She went to stay at my parent's house while I supervised a Jr. High trip to the boundary waters. Dottie and Pinkie have been pretty inseparable ever since.

Pinkie started as a comfort object for Dottie to lure her into her kennel. She HATED her kennel (and probably still would if she ever had to go in it). So we used Pinkie and a treat to get her to go inside. They were almost the same size back then.
Over the years, Pinkie has become Dottie's little partner in crime. She carries her everywhere. She treats her like another dog to cuddle with, but when it comes time to play, Pinkie is often what she wants to play "go get em" with.

I've come home on many occasions and found Pinkie in some of Dottie's "lookout" spots. I often wonder if she walks around with her during the day while we're gone.


Lastly, Pinkie sleeps with us each night. If I go to bed early, Dottie will find Pinkie and drop her off in bed with me, and then wait up with Jay. If she is tired, then she'll drop Pinkie off with Jay and she'll come to bed.

Probably my favorite nightly ritual with Pinkie happens when we go to bed together. Dottie will stay for a few minutes - almost as if to check we're going to stay there - then she'll find Pinkie in the house and bring her to bed. It never gets old!

Pets are so funny! I wish I could know what's going on in that little head of hers!

Dookie

We don't have any adult only bathrooms at my school.

So...when I walked into the girls' room today, this is what I heard:

"I just took a big dookie."

"Oh really? What's a dookie?"

"It's a poop."

"Oh, then I just took a dookie, too."

It's at that point that I turned around and left.

Thank You.

A friend and former coworker of mine emailed me today to ask me my opinion on an email she received.

For anonymity's sake, we're going to call my friend Samantha. And on the off chance the person that emailed her would ever stumble upon my blog, we're going to call the person she received the email from Wilma.

Wilma emails Samantha.

Hey Samantha, I have a question about one of the students Kelsey had last year. Can you send me her email address?

Samantha emails Wilma.

Yah, no problem - her email address is blahblahblah@cf.com. Have a great day!

Wilma emails Samantha.

ty

TY? We concluded that TY must mean "thank you" in text talk. But we're not texting, we're emailing. Does it really take that much more effort to type up the words:

Thank You ?

And use some punctuation for cryin' out loud!

wdytabt?
(What do you think about this?)

9 Years Ago...

9 years ago today...

A freshman in college came back to his hometown he vowed he wouldn't visit until Christmas. He did it to surprise a girl. At the time, that girl was just a friend, but he was pretty sure that this surprise could convince her he should be more. They went to a dance together. They hung out in her basement afterward. They awkwardly wrote notes back and forth before he finally got the courage to ask her out.

9 years later that guy is my husband. We no longer need to awkwardly pass notes to tell each other how we feel. But sometimes we write them just for fun :) . We're no longer "just friends" - he's my best friend. We've danced at proms (too many for Jay), friends' weddings, and our own.
We've had our rollercoaster moments, but sitting where I am today, they were definitely worth the ride.

Love you, Jay. Thanks for choosing me. : )