To Grandmother's house we go...

A quick home-related story for you :)

My mom and sisters and I spent a few hours this afternoon visiting with my grandparents at their house. Well, my sisters and I visited...my mom cleaned their kitchen. She also challenged my sisters and I to a "game" which entailed matching a slew of plastic containers with their lids... and made me wish that Glad, Ziploc, Rubbermaid, and all their friends would get their act together and follow a standardized model for container shape and size. Geezlouise.

When I finished that I went out to the kitchen to see what my mom was doing, and she asked me to look in the breakfast nook for a broom. Having a slight recollection that there might be a broom in the corner by the front door, I walked into the dimly lit breakfast nook and looked in the corner which was partially obscured by some coats on a coat hook. Seeing something tallish and narrow that widened at the bottom, I thought I'd found what I was seeking, so I reached into the corner and closed my hand around something that felt like two broom handles attached together. Since my grandparents frequently order items from catalogs like Harriet Carter , I suspected that perhaps it was a broom with a foldable handle (no, I've never seen a broom like this, but neither have I seen most of the things sold by Harriet Carter). Anyway, I lifted this "broom" only to find that it was at least ten times heavier than expected. When I pulled it curiously into the light, what do you think I was holding?





If you guessed a shotgun, you'd be right.

Allow me to also inform you that my grandfather has vision problems, and really shouldn't drive, let alone shoot a gun. But, he loves his garden...and apparently those groundhogs aren't going to get away with anything...

A new pickup line for your repertoire

I know, I have been an absentee poster...it's been a busy holiday season.

However, I did want to share this with you so you can add it to the files. I walked out of the library today and heard someone say,
"If you get a chance, I'm ready for that autograph..." I turn to look at the speaker who is looking at me. "...Beyonce..."

Wait, let me look in the mirror...
yep, I'm still white.

Maybe it was the scandalous skirt I'm wearing that falls above the knee. Could it be that he was fooled by the brown tights? I'm a little confused...

Anyway, add that to the list of people I've been compared to who I look nothing like.


And since I probably won't post again beforehand...Merry Christmas!!
:)

Once again...

...Flava Flav never fails to disappoint us.

Yesterday during a review session I asked for questions. He was in the middle of asking one and I didn't quite understand what he was saying (I am continually telling him to enunciate). When I asked him to repeat himself, he said, "My nose is bleeding!"
me: "What?"
FF: "I was picking my nose and now it's bleeding...can I go to the bathroom?"
cue the rest of the class: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!
me: "Yes. Please."

Today I asked for questions before the test and as I was walking past FF's desk, he apparently had a burning question,
"Ms. Book, are you married?"
I responded by holding up both hands to reveal that I was ringless. He looked confused, so I explained.
"No ring. I'm not married."
FF: "So. It could be indivisible."

Yes, the word "atom" does mean "indivisible." No, we do not use that word to describe things that you can't see...

Whoops, I just realized that I didn't even correct him, I just laughed on the inside. Some teacher I am. I think I was distracted by Girl Who Thinks She's My Best Friend asking me why I wasn't married...

Do YOU know where the periodic table came from?

A few notable occurrences over the past few days...

This one from an 8th grader the students sometimes call "Grandpa," I think it has to do with the way he walks as well as the fact that he's so organized and meticulous and knows a lot of stuff (not exactly your typical 8th grader).
I was sitting at a table in the library folding cardstock into dice for a chemistry game.
Grandpa: Ms Book, what are those?
Me: These? Um...they're ion dice.
Grandpa: Oh, yeah, I think I've heard of those before.
Me: Well that's interesting considering I just made that up now when you asked me...

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Say Anything (using her ion puzzle pieces): These smell like an airplane.
Mr. Arrogant: What!?!?
SA: You know, the smell of the air being used again and again...
Mr. A: I don't think I'd know what airplane smelled like if there were an engine up my nose!

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Loud Girl (eating an orange): These oranges are voluptuous.
Teacher (who will remain anonymous ;) ): That's what he said.
Loud Girl's eyes:
O_O

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And of course, no day would be complete without Flava Flav.

Me (writing at the board and talking): Today we're going to answer the question "Where did the periodic table come from?"
FF: Bangkok!!