CPS

So tonight Sara and I settled down in front of the TV to watch the Presidential debates while enjoying some spaghetti with brown butter, mushrooms, and faux mizithra cheese (Dean & Deluca had none!).  Mmmmmmmmm…

Midway through the candidates violating their own time agreements and avoiding questions (although EVERYONE was repeatedly thanked for her/his EXCELLENT question), we went to wash dishes.  As I opened a cabinet door to put away my favorite casserole dish, we were alarmed to see Tess leap out from betwixt the pots and pans!

Frankly, we have no idea how long she was in there for.  We were also a little perplexed as to how she got in unnoticed.  After all, she isn’t exactly tiny.  

Does this make us bad parents?  We ask that you not report us to Cat Protective Services.

It’s all about the donkey

So today in Science class, I was asking the students the difference between weight and mass.  One of my students was doing a fine job describing mass as the amount of matter.  However, he wasn’t quite making the connection between weight and gravity.

I decided to help him along by affirming the positive.  I meant to say something like this:

“That’s right, mass is the amount of matter.”

Except imagine accidentally dropping the first “m” out of that sentence, pausing to check if they realized what you said, turning beet red upon receiving the confirmation, and then trying to get control of a class of 23 sixth graders.  That’s what I got to do.  And no, I wasn’t able to salvage the situation by citing the donkey exemption.

How much do you wanna bet that the first thing they told their parents when they got home tonight didn’t have anything to do with the multiplication of decimals?

Moldy Queso

Since the last blog entry a whole lot has happened.  Maybe that has something to do with the fact that it has been a doggone long time since the last blog entry (as some  have noted in the comments section).  Every good cheese needs some aging, right?  Ooh…random new t-shirt slogan: Every good cheese needs some Asian

My blog moratorium has been three-fold:

1.  We haven’t had home Internet access since we moved, and all blog powers disappear at school.

2.  Teaching is totally kicking my okole and only allows me to eat breakfast, eat dinner, wash dishes, and collapse into a heap of bloglessness.

3.  I’ve decided to suspend my blog campaign until John McCain stops calling to suspend both campaigns.

However, the first has finally been remedied, the second has a Sabbath respite, and the third I’ve given up on.  So since the last blog I’ve…

–Moved three times, while the cat has moved four

–Found three scorpions in our thankfully temporary house

–Attended three weddings (matrimonial shout-outs to Ben & Devon,  Aaron & Jen, and Auntie Naomi & Uncle Garry 2.0)  

–Said goodbye to Sara’s Grandpa George, who I actually knew better than my own grandfathers

–Started my fourth teaching job (counting Yap)

–Electrocuted myself while trying to electrocute a pickle

–Took a group of 23 sixth graders on a four-day Outdoor School excursion and lived to tell about it

–Astounded an easily-impressed group of sixth graders with my Arnold Schwarzenegger impression

–Bought a brand-spanking-new Toyota Corolla LE with magnetic gray exterior

These are just a few things that have happened.  We’re really enjoying it here, despite the hectic schedule.  We also received a pleasant surprise yesterday when it rained for the first time since April.  Looking back at how much I complained about rain in previous blog posts, it’s strange how much it pleased me to hear those rain drops fall with a pitter pitter pat.