food has made me feel appreciated this week...

i'm so glad tomorrow is friday and a half day! (well, the afternoon is pd-ish)

left school today around 6:19 (not around, exactly at) interviewing potential coworkers is taxing business! anyhoo.

this week has been teacher appreciation, and our school is really good about setting up lunch all week long. i especially love salad day from the church-they are wonderful!! they also get us neat little gifts every day! very thoughtful.

i love the way they set up the tables for us! it felt a little like vacation, only not really.

mini screwdriver, stationery w/ stylus pen, cell phone holder, compact sewing kit...good times.

when i saw that it said that education is the most powerful weapon, i was hoping for a hunting knife, or a gun or something.

so tonight i got home and decided that i needed to make something. i went to the fridge and found that i had no butter...i felt like old mother hubbard. boo. i was hoping to get everything at the dollar general, but they were out of butter, and they had no german chocolate cake, nor unsweetened chocolate. when i got up to the cashier, he asked if i found everything alright, and i said, "well, kind of." "oh? what were you looking for?" i told him butter, and he said, "hmm, yeah, we usually have that. was there anything else?" "umm..german chocolate cake mix and unsweetened chocolate." "oh. fancy stuff."

so i went to tom thumb for the 'fancy stuff.' when i came out and pulled my car around toward the front of the store, i saw an older gentleman stumble a little and almost fall. he regained his footing, then seemed to stumble toward a ledge by the wall to sit down. i stopped my car and got out to see if he was ok, or needed help, and he said no he was fine, he just felt a little faint. i asked if i could call anyone, and he said no. so i went back to my car, not sure what to do. he sat there for a minute and while i was in my car not knowing what to do, another lady was pulling out and backed up to see if she could help, and by that time he got up and started walking to his car. she looked at me and mouthed: is he okay? and i shrugged my shoulders i don't know! and at that point, another gentleman walked up and asked if the guy was alright, so i told him what had transpired, as the man got into his car. i told the new guy that i didn't feel comfortable with that. he said the guy had been laying down a little earlier by the picnic tables. idk. then the car pulled out and he started to drive away. the gentleman who had come over was going toward his car, but he took off.

so i looked at the guy and said, "i think i'm going to follow him for a bit to make sure he's ok and doesn't crash or something." the guy was like,"that's good of you." anyhoo, i followed the guy for about 2 miles, and he seemed to be doing fine, driving straight, stopping at the signs, etc. i just hope he made it home, and he truly is alright.

today as i was sitting in the teacher's lounge, i was flipping through a magazine, and found this little gem, which made me realize that i probably really do need to read or watch game of thrones...

i'm going to have to use that line!

and that pretty much wraps up the time-being!
julie

my guard plays with a squeaky toy over and over and over

so today i decided to try to leave chaco out of his kennel and see if he did any better and it was so good to see both little faces at the window-here's what their view is:

the best part was that i didn't hear chaco barking all the way up the stairs (when he's kenneled he does because he can tell bruno's excited, and he just wants to be part of it all). the worst part was that he took to the carpet again. i guess he's not ready to be out.

bruno is the ever faithful, ever loyal eldest dog. he heard the neighbor's door, and bolted to the door barking. good boy. chaco on the other hand had been trying to get me to throw his squeaky toy, and when he heard and saw bruno bolt, he looked at the door, looked at the squeaky toy, looked at the door...and was torn between the two. about a split second later, he did the right thing and protected me. (as much as a 3 pound dog can protect).

we found his squeaky toy while i was vacuuming. since we found it, he has been squeaking it incessantly. and he just doesn't get tired of it. and like bruno used to, he doesn't get tired of the fetch game. he's very insistent. it reminds me of something i read by g.k. chesterton, which stuck with me:

“A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.” From Orthodoxy chapter The Ethics of Elfland.

 this morning, i stopped at walmart before school because i needed me some diet coke -that means i had to get up early. i also looked for a skin-colored bra and camisole; of course they didn't have my skin color-pasty white, so i opted for biscotti...go figure they'd name it after food! when i got up to the cash register, the cashier looked at the camisole and said, "oh! i just got one of those!" and proceeded to show me the camisole she had on. well, it wasn't skin color for her either as she was much darker. just smile and say have a good day.

and on the way home i had to stop at dollar general for fabric softener. oh and perhaps some berry colossal crunch because it said try me, and there was a purple kangaroo...plus it's a resealable bag, hellloooo.

love love captain crunch! i'm sure i'll love his cousin!

pretty sure that's all i got! oh, i forgot something at school which i was going to include-guess it'll just have to wait until tomorrow!

have a berry colossally wonderful evening!
julie