i woke up this morning, and i was able to be a part of celebrating a life. we had an older gentleman who has tutored and mentored students at our school over the past several years. he chose to be involved with our students and his consistency and commitment to them will leave a print on their lives forever!
THANK YOU MR. PAUL!!! |
love it! |
the students loved it and they were super excited! |
after we had a special weather presentation, our kids had a reading common assessment, and then early release. so for the early release, we went to the cafeteria, and i had my last diet coke for awhile. time to pull out the excedrin again. then we went up to work on lesson plans and since we left before everyone else, we played a little game of "what can you make out of the napkin?" and we went around and came up with a chinese airplane, head band, cape, cup, etc..and we ended on this note: mr. napkin face:
lindsey as a cartoon character |
and back to today. after the memorial service, i went to the shooting range again with high hopes. last time i was there, the guy at the counter sold me a huge box of 350 rounds. well, at that time, the gun worked really well with certain ammunition, but then when i filled it with the new stuff that i bought from him, it didn't have enough powder to cycle the next round....i was so frustrated...i had one last "good" round, so i exchanged it with the one in the barrel and it did cycle through completely.
so today i went in and they had the good stuff, so i decided to try the same thing as before and put one good round in, and fill the magazine with the other. it worked every time! i was thrilled. the guy at the counter said they could sell me the remington ammo in bulk (like a bucket-full)...perhaps next time. i was a little less than thrilled today though because this is the second time i've been in and they have not had 9mm rounds, so i haven't been able to shoot my bigger gun.boo.
then the boys and i took a walk and bruno told a black poodle how ugly he thought she was; don't worry, we had a talk, as chaco was muttering under his breath how much he really didn't like poodles. i thought about reading to him from john steinbeck's 'travels with charley' so he could see poodles aren't all bad. i decided not to though, because i knew he wouldn't sit still for it. besides, i was reminded of my aunt beth's poodle timothy, who chewed up my grandma's dining room chairs, and decided that i really don't need to be a poodle-advocate.
and that's really all i've got to say about that!
julie
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