1. Tomorrow I am going home. It's going to be an extremely sad thing. Why you may ask? Well, yesterday was the 9 month anniversary of my dad's death. Tomorrow, my brother, mom, and I will sort through my dad's stuff. Like the pictures he took when he left my mom, the clothes I watched him wear for forever because he didn't like new clothes, and most importantly, the memories attached to everything we see. I know we'll share the stories that come with every piece of the stuff. I'm excited to relive some things, and anxious to take away some things. No doubt, I miss him. Everyday. Especially right now. I wonder what he'd think of The Tide. I wonder what he would do when I told him about my students. I wonder what he'd do to my no-grass yard...
2. Monday and Tuesday I thought I was going to SCREAM at the top of my lungs. The newbie caused complete havoc in my room. Yesterday and today were so much better. It's so cute to see my kids react to things he does. For instance yesterday he was standing up, making noises with his mouth, and tapping his pencil. I asked him to sit down and he didn't, so they took the matter into their own hands. "You are going to make her mad." "She said sit down. You better." So, he did. :) Then, he started to pick on another kid in our class and this is what I heard, "We are in a family in this class, and you are not going to treat him like that!" All I could do was smile. They may not be able to subtract with 100% accuracy, but they love each other. And me. :)
3. Saturday, Calla, Kate, Jessica, and I travel to Auburn for Grace's birthday. I am so excited. I'll post pictures next week.
4. I can't wait to get paid tomorrow. Owning a house really drains your bank account.
5. I attempted to make pancakes Tuesday night. It was very unsuccessful. They tasted terrible. Absolutely disgusting!! Any suggestions to make them better? I justed used the Bisquick recipe, which will never happen again.
6. Monday, Jessica, Calla, and I cooked dinner. Actually Calla cooked and Jessica and I watched. We came to the living room, and all the sudden, smoke was billowing out of the stove. ADT called to see if I needed a fire truck. It was terrible. Apparently, the Italian dressing dripped off onto the bottom of the stove. That won't happen again.
