no rose for you

I've decided what I should do this summer. I should be The Bachelorette. For a teacher who does not meet guys (or even people for that matter) very often, this could be the perfect opportunity to meet...what, 25 at a time? Also fun...being on TV. And I'm assuming you get paid, so it would be a good summer job. Perhaps they even provide your wardrobe, I don't know.

On the downside, I am probably not the ideal candidate. The eligible people on this show always act like they're madly in love with every single other person on the show. I can't do that. It would be too easy for me to eliminate people. Cheesy and intense does not work for me. I wonder what qualities they are looking for during the interview process for this show. I'd better start working on my resume.

unfortunate stirrup pants

Warm breezes carry the hint of freedom from reality. What a lovely weekend. Kicked it off with a little Ingrid Michaelson, who(m?) I have been trying to see for the past year but have not been able to because every show in the area has until now been on a...school night. How old am I? Anyway, I love her more today than yesterday. She was wildly entertaining, plus her music is of course beautiful. Also, it helps that she shares my penchant for sitcoms of the early 90's. But who doesn't, eh? Unfortunately, the audience was not so lively in our section at this particular show, and there was not enough singing along for me. Oh well, driving back with a friend, windows down, singing along to music post-concert is always a great feeling.

After that, Alexis and I made an appearance at Cornerstone with some companions, then had a freeze pop party back at The Hanover (ha). As soon as the weather gets warm, all I want to eat is freeze pops. Like, four at a time. They remind me of the lake at Massachusetts, where the supply was never-ending. I'd come in from the lake, wrap a towel around myself, and slice open a few cold ones on the deck. To this day, they still bring me that much joy.

Freeze pops and concerts. Oh man, I know it's not summer yet, but the weather is playing games with my heart. For as long as I can, I will just play along.




ps: under my ukulele

I used to get Avril Lavigne, but I suppose a cartoon cat makes sense too

I love ^you [G] because you look like Hello Kitty you are a good teychr. Love Anna [G] from [student].

Is this why I teach kindergarten? Quite possibly.

ode to the baby

I don't know you yet, but I'm sure you are cool.
You'll be little and shaky and covered in drool.
You won't yet know your hand from your foot.
Though someday those two, in your mouth you will put.

You'll sit there and cry, with tightly clenched hands.
Unable to talk, you will make your demands.
And all will come running to be at your side.
At your tiniest squeak, they will swell up with pride.

You're brain's not developed, nor is your skull,
But no one would ever declare that you're dull,
Cause you've got admirers from coast to coast.
And they'll fight over who gets to hold you the most.

Your face will be scrunchy; your gums will be bare.
I'm not really sure if you'll have any hair.
But you've got a mom, and a dad oh so proud.
And before you start thinking that 3 is a crowd,
Just wait 'til you meet us,
From East Coast to West,
I'm sure you'll agree - a big family's best.
I'm anxious to meet you. We all feel the same.
Only one question left...
What is your name??

or Bunnicula?

I feel like celery is an impostor vegetable. I was eating a celery stalk today, and I realized it was probably a waste of my time. Does celery have any important vitamins to offer? I just feel like it's not green enough to have any. It's like crunchy water.

Anyway, have you ever read The Celery Stalks at Midnight? I can't remember the premise of this children's chapter book exactly, but it was weird.