I need money.

It's no secret that I like toys, and I like my pool, and I like toys that go in my pool.

Pete gave me a heads up about the most incredible toy, although I'm pretty sure it won't fit in the pool.


14' Inflatable Iceberg

• Splash in and cool off on those sunny summer days on this gigantic floating iceberg
• 20W’ inflatable provides enormous fun as kids and adults climb to the top and slide 14’ down to the water
• Chill out on top or play all day long; great for groups or fun with a friend

I'll let you play on it if you'll cough up the $5999.99. Thanks.

Old

Crazy couple of weeks. I got a teaching job for the summer, and my summer is going to kind of blow, as it's going to be hard and it's also a long commute. But in two months I'll make what I make over the course of about 4 months of preschool. So I'm excited that I don't have to move home quite yet. I also had a job interview in a decent school system. I took the day off for the interview a week and a half ago, and told them I got an eye infection from my contacts. Since my eyes looked perfectly fine, I decided to wear my glasses to work for the remainder of that week. It was awkward. I was asked back for a second interview & to teach a lesson, and had to go into work about 4 hours late during the next week. I told them I had a follow-up visit with my doctor. Luckily, the antibiotics I was on really seemed to do the trick, and I can wear my contacts again.

I turned 25 this weekend too, and I didn't cry. Mostly because I pretended that I was turning 22 and made everyone say that, and I think that after 3 glasses of wine, some girly shot, and a few Miller Lites, I started to believe it. I got the coolest t-shirt ever from Molly, and (inappropriate or not) I wore it out downtown last night.

There are only three weeks left of school for me, but with days off it works out to only 11 days with kids, and one of those includes a full-day field trip to the farm. My class has been absolutely nuts lately though, so if a few of them don't shape up in the next week, I'll be feeding a couple select children to a goat.

I have to go clean up the mozzarella sticks & nachos that seemed like a good idea around 2:30 last night.

Fun with Swedish

It's been a busy week, but I'm all done with parent conferences this week, so that's nice. I finally put together my new IKEA bookshelf, named Flärke, and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, though I skipped a step and Kate had to walk me through a few other steps. I don't like that the directions are all in pictures. I need the words.

My room's a total mess since my old bookshelf is still in here, and all of the junk I had tried hiding in piles on either end of the old bookshelves now has to sit in the middle of my room until I figure out what to do with it. But it makes me uncomfortable to have to get ready for work in the morning when my room is a disaster. So this morning, as I was sitting miserably in my room eating yogurt, I noticed I had yogurt on my hand. I didn't have a napkin, so I licked it off.

It was lotion that hadn't been rubbed in. And it tasted really, really gross.


Blech.

Tomorrow's a stressful day. But I get to call in sick.

I'm wearing one white sock and one pink.

It's been a long week, and somehow it's only Wednesday? This week I'm holding parent conferences, which I'm very mixed about. It's nice to have another teacher cover my class for the first half hour of the morning, but the downside is that then I head back into the classroom to start the day, and the room has been torn to shreds and at least one child is trying to climb the wall. There are two particularly challenging boys in my class: The Biter, and another little boy. I had back to back conferences with their parents this morning, and it was a killer of a way to start the day. The only exciting part was when the biter's parents began to argue with each other during the conference, because one wasn't letting the other talk. After those lovely conferences, I headed back to my room to be observed by this woman who is getting my school ready for its re-accredidation. She stuck around for three and a half horrible hours, and every time I actually paused for a minute, she pounced on me to ask me things like which areas do I think are strengths of my classroom, or how did I think my morning meeting with the kids went? Meanwhile, the Biter used my moment of distraction to sneak over to Noah's cubby and steal his Batmobile, resulting in shrieks from across the room. It was the second observation of the week, as the assistant director had already spent the first half of the day in my room yesterday. And I know that it's sort of part of my job, but I'm pretty sure there's no other job where you have to sing and dance while being observed by your boss.

No wait, I take that back--maybe if I were a showgirl I'd have to do that.

But it's pretty humbling having adults watch as you do the "Super Scary Monster Dance."