Hello there . . . says the girl OFFICIALLY ON SUMMER VACATION.
It’s just beginning so, for now, I know what day it is. It’s Fraturday, of course.
This has been my breakfast for the last few weeks.
I know. Look how healthy! Look how colorful! How in the world am I eating this?
But it’s true. I am eating this. Practically every day.
And it’s delicious. It’s regular ole vanilla yogurt (and it’s not Greek — I think Greek yogurt is too thick or something and I also think it tastes awful). But that’s just me. So this is vanilla yogurt, raspberries, blueberries, and some low-fat granola.
I’d love to tell you that I grew the berries in my backyard and made my own granola, but you’re probably having a hard enough time believing that I am eating this healthy concoction that I won’t even try to lie about it. I would also like to say that I do not add whip cream to the top. Anymore.
When I eat it in front of my kids (and by this, I mean I scurry over to my desk and grab a spoonful here and there over the next two hours because I never have time to sit down and eat it before school), they are actually jealous. Much in the same way that I am jealous of their snacks on the way to recess because while they’re taking cheetos and chips and cookies and granola bars, I’m usually staring at a half-ripe or too-ripe or practically black banana that I brought to eat.
So it’s about time they’re jealous of my food.
One of my girls said, “Is that a yogurt parfait?”
And another one said, “Are you going to eat that every day?”
And then someone else said, “Can I have a bite?”
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.
Back off, kid.
We had a Game Day this week
because there wasn’t a whole lot of teaching going on because my kids met their AR goals. It was a lot of fun and we played for about two hours before there were any conflicts and before someone got smashed or smushed or whatever in a game of Twister.
The game in the upper left corner is a new version of Twister called Hopscotch Twister and it is a blast. I might have cut in line a few times to play. I highly recommend this game. Everyone was into it. I thought of a ton of ways it could be used in math or language arts, too, so I will definitely be buying my own.
Of course, now that I’m on summer break, I can’t remember any of my ideas, but I’ll know they’ll come to me later.
This is the disaster that happened as a result of me cleaning out a cupboard. You should see the cupboard. The cupboard looks amazing. But my desk . . . well . . .
I put this pic on Instagram and several people told me this was normal and not to panic.
I need these several people to come clean up the mess.
Please and thank you.
This is the DMV.
I am thankful to have survived the experience. It was pretty hairy there for awhile.
I made an appointment (I had to renew my driver’s license because they told me to) so I thought I would be in and out.
HA HA HA.
Big fat HA.
There was an appointment LINE. I had to stand in a LINE for appointments.
When I finally got to the front of the line, I filled out a piece of paper, and then I was handed a wait slip.
So then I waited.
Once my number was called, it did go pretty quickly. But that’s because all I had to do was read the vision chart, make a thumbprint, take a picture, and pay $33. And I didn’t even get to see the picture. Um, hello? For $33, I should get to approve the picture.
I think teachers need to get in there and reorganize the chaos that is called the DMV.
Don’t let my desk in the picture above scare you or worry you. I can organize stuff like nobody’s business. Especially if it belongs to someone else and I’m not that tired.
After my DMV “experience”, Steve and I drove down to Temecula for some lunch and walking around time . . . this little place was so cute and the food was delicious. When I put this picture on Instagram, a friend said that my glass of wine looked like a third of the bottle.
Well . . . the menu did boast that their glasses of wine were a full 8oz pour.
So what’s a girl to do who just spent her whole morning at the DMV and is on her first day of summer vacation?