'Tis The Season

I've been zoned out for a couple of days. Contemplating things and nothing. Staring at spots on the wall. Watching those little floaters in my eye. I guess I feel a little flat. Not thin, but flat. Not down, just flat. I'm in "The Flat Zone", I guess. Anyhoo...

As I mentioned before, we've had a lot of old, but new to us, furniture rolling into the house. It hasn't actually rolled in. We had to carry it. But it's there now, all the same. Before I could place the "new" furniture, the old stuff had to go. It had to be carried too. And the house had to be cleaned up. So I cleaned...and cleaned...and cleaned. It's still not clean but it will have to do. Now we have to rearrange all this stuff to make room for the Christmas tree and decorations.

Yeeeeahhhhhhh, no. We still haven't managed to put up the tree. But we will do our best to do it this evening. I'd planned to do it last night, along with the THREE staff development tests I have due. Actually, only one is due. One is past due and the other is past past due. But my plans were derailed when we were pleasantly surprised with an impromptu visit from friends. In retrospect, we should've just hauled all those boxes out into the middle of the floor and put them to work. But we didn't and by the end of the evening, we just threw in the towel and went to bed. Hey, impromptu guests? Wanna come back for some tree trimming? Yeah? No? Okay, fine. It's not like it's your fault the tree isn't up yet.

Today, I taught the puberty class to the fifth graders. The first year I did it, I was a wreck. It's really not that bad but I didn't know that then. I've been here a few years now and these kids were in second grade when I met them so we have a bit of a rapport. They took it pretty easy on me. The first year, a kid reported to his mom that I told them about "humping" and when she confronted me, I just looked back at her slack-jawed. I could see my job evaporating before my very eyes but then he admitted to her that I didn't say it. He'd heard about that in the boy's bathroom. Kids. You gotta love them.

We are going to the faculty Christmas party tomorrow night. I have big plans. Everyone asked me what I was bringing and I told them it was a surprise. They wouldn't let it lie. They insisted I tell them what I was bringing so I did. I'm going to make this but with more penguins.

And something like this. I put mine on foam cones so that they look like mini Christmas trees. I'll definitely have some photographic evidence for you later.


After I made my big "I'm bringing a cheese ball igloo with penguins and olive, cheese and rosemary Christmas trees" announcement, my co-workers looked at me like I was wearing a purple cabbage on my head. They give me a hard time but I choose to believe they love me. They just don't understand me. And that's ok. Because...I don't understand them either. But I do know that they better prepare to be amazed by my Martha Stewart-like abilities! So now, I want you to keep your fingers crossed and hope and pray that I don't hit any mailboxes or screw a bunch of stuff up this weekend.