Love the Ten Words

Made it to day ten of work without coffee stops.

What Kind of Dancer?

I teach pre-kindergarten at a Catholic school.  Love, love, love my job.  The children never cease to amaze and amuse me.  Today was no exception.

I had a little boy bring me a sticker to wear.  He was very adamant about where on my shirt I should place it . . . immediately.  "Oh *Johnny*! How cute!  Thank you!"  I told him. 

He replied, "It's a pole dancer." 

Now *Johnny* has some typical pre-k speech issues.  I responded, "I'm sorry honey.  I couldn't hear you."  I was really hoping I heard wrong.

"It's a pole dancer."

"*Johnny*, I think you mean HULA dancer."

"Oh!  Yeah."  Glad we cleared this issue up before he went home.

Busted!

Technically, I am employed five mornings; however, I've worked and/or volunteered almost full-time since school started.  It has been an adjustment for the family to pick up the slack a little.  No one has been hit harder by this adjustment--or so I thought--than the dog.  She was accustomed to everyone home 24/7 during the summer, and now she's home alone from 7 to 4 every day. I felt sorry for her . . . until today.

I was able to venture home for two hours this afternoon.  I pulled in the driveway around one in the afternoon.  Upon entering the house, I heard a "Thud!" upstairs.  I knew immediately the sound was the dog jumping off the bed.  She is NEVER allowed on our bed.  That smart dog sleeps on our bed all day and knows when to hop down to keep out of trouble.  The best part of it was the guilty look on her face knowing her "gig" has been busted.  And to think we all felt sorry for her!

I Cannot Do It All

I haven't blogged for ten days.  I worked four & a half days last week (Friday afternoon was spent traveling six hours to IL for my neice's first communion) and all day Monday and Tuesday.  Though my wallet enjoys the extra subbing, my family has not adjusted.  It was either clean dishes and laundry or blogging. 

Last night I finished piecing the quilt top for my son's bed.  He picked the fabric from my stash (minus a "light" that I had to purchase).  He also picked the pattern in which the blocks were laid.  It truly is HIS quilt.  I'm going to quick finish it (flip it inside out with flannel as the "batting" vs. traditional way w/ binding).  I hope that part will be done today, but I'm playing catch-up from the past week.

I did a scrappy log cabin quilt once, but this was soooo much easier.  Thanks to Pat and her blog with spectular directions (both words AND pictures for people like myself who are directionally challenged):  http://logcabinquiltconstruction.blogspot.com/2010/04/log-cabin-quilt.html.  Check it out!  I cannot wait for summer to do more of this.