This post could get a little curvy and take some hairpin turns so if you get motion sickness, I suggest you take something before beginning to read it. (suggestion: wine)
I have lots to say.
First, I finally got some jeans. Hooray!
They stretched out so much that I could pull them off without unbuttoning or unzipping them (the hubs was all kinds of happy).
So I took them back. And sweated. And had heart palpitations. Because even though I still had the tags, they weren’t exactly attached anymore. And even though I had the receipt, it wasn’t exactly . . . crisp anymore. I may or may not have had to do a little digging in the trash. Ahem.
But I confessed. And I said I wore them. And I told them about the hubby’s happiness and they promptly agreed to exchange them.
So I got a smaller size (yippee!) and wore them around the house yesterday (they are not exactly cute as they hug my hips and thighs, being that they are a size smaller than I am used to wearing) hoping that they would stretch out.
NOPE. Not at all. NOT AT ALL. NOT! AT! ALL!
Do jeans that say 99% cotton and 1% spandex shrink? Should I just get that bigger size and wash them in hot water? I mean, what in the world???? Grrrrr.
That was one piece of my weekend. Here’s another.
I lost my sunglasses. My new ones. We have since found them, but they are far away. And I gave my old pair to my sister, Lisa. Hello, Lisa. Hope you’re enjoying my old pair. I am currently sporting a pair that was at the bottom of the junk drawer and they are crooked. On my face. I look crooked. And short. With jeans that are either too big or too small. This is me.
That’s another piece. Are you getting full? Because here’s ANOTHER piece:
I dropped my new iPhone. And Siri was in it. She was not pleased. In fact, she decided to send me a message through the phone (we were no longer on speaking terms) to tell me that I had an invalid SIM card.
NO. I did not buy the insurance. Need I remind you that I am taking a financial class and Dave Ramsey says that buying the extended warranties and insurance and stuff is all a SCAM?!?!
Luckily, it had only been a week so the hubby went back to AT&T and the guy there said that Apple sent out a bunch of invalid SIM cards. He said it wasn’t because I dropped it. Well, not really. He didn’t actually know I dropped it because we accidentally forgot to tell him that part, but he would have said that if we had remembered. So he exchanged my SIM card. PHEW.
What in the world is WRONG with me???? Good night, nurse!!! (that’s a Return to Me reference if you didn’t know, and if you don’t know, you must go out and rent that movie. It’s in my top five.) I think I’m getting old. But that just seems so darn impossible, what with me feeling so young and all. Never mind that I’ve been teaching for 15 years and have a big birthday coming up. I was part of a gifted and talented thing (of which I am both, apparently) and I started teaching first graders when I was ten years old. So I know it’s not an age thing.
In case you were worried, Siri has forgiven me.
Onto the real reason for this post. (I told you to drink that wine.)
I have started a little “Angry Birds” management tool in my classroom since it is almost spring and my kids have gotten a little too big for their britches. That says britches. Stop checking.
It’s very similar to other behavior management things that I have seen in Blogland. But since my kids happen to be OBSESSED with Angry Birds (like we might need counseling or we should be on the news) I tweaked it a little.
Here’s the question: All I did was google some Angry Bird images and then I created my little management tool thingy.
The images aren’t clipart.
I didn’t pay for them.
I’m just using the images in my classroom.
Can I share them with you? As in, show you pictures of it? Or share the images so that you can use them if you want to? I really don’t want to go to jail . . . so any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated.
That’s it. I owe some people some Houghton Mifflin Theme Tests and I’ll be back later this week to do that.
But, right now, I’ve
got a date with the Bachelor. That is so gross, I can’t believe I just said that got some TV to watch and I’m excited to see how this drama unfolds on the Bachelor. I’m also ready to say goodbye to Ben. Yuck.
Talk to you tomorrow!!!!!
Are you feeling okay? Did the curviness upset your tummy? Is the wine helping?