stories from the front line

Sometimes when students are being shy with me, I reassure that I do not bite. Then I add well, not today anyway. I only bite on Tuesdays (or I pick Thursdays ~ whichever is not that day). At some point last week I said it again.

Yesterday someone said to me:

Student: What day do you bite?

Me: Thursdays. You better watch out.

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Last week I must have been on a first-week-of-school-high. This week I am beat up. Run over with a semi and drug through the mud kind of beat up. I haven't even come upstairs to check my mail every night. It waits until the morning.

I did, however, manage to make lasagne for dinner last night. It was kind of mediocre. There were no directions on the box of *no cook* noodles to tell me how long and how hot to cook the lasagne. Who does that? Well, I know who and I could tell you who, but I'll be nice. For once. So, even after 45 minutes of cooking they were still a little too firm. Yes, even for me.

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There is big news in the dental area in our house. You'll just have to wait until later to see pictures and hear about it.

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Greg went grocery shopping for me yesterday on his day off. Love that man! He was perusing the list before he dropped us off at school.

G: Roast. What kind of roast?

A: I don't know. One that's this big (insert visual display with hands).

G: Pork or beef?

A: Beef! We always have beef. (with attitude like he's from another planet for suggesting a pork roast)

G: What kind?

A: I don't know, beef chuck.

G: Beef chuck? If you say that, that's exactly what I'm getting.

A: I don't know. One that's on sale and this big (hands again). One that is red, and looks nice and yummy.

G: With string tied around it?

A: No (seriously, what planet are you from?), just one this big (hand again).

I have no idea what kind of beef roast I buy. I just know what it looks like in the package. And that it's this big (hands).