A dilemma

I really want to see Serenity opening night. My adored husband wants to go to a hockey game. We could go see it after the game, but I am old and it would be well past my bedtime. He thinks that seeing Serenity on Sunday after we come back from the boat is just fine. I want to be a total fan girl and be a first-nighter.

Marriage is hard.

As promised

New dress. And new glasses too!

Woot!

Today I realized the goal I worked towards all summer long.

The scale finally dipped below 140 lbs this morning.

*does happy dance*

The post that wasn't. Then was.

Imagine my surprise when I log onto my blog today and see my last post. The post that had an error message when I tried to publish it and then didn't show up after I refreshed several times. The post I was certain had vanished just like my missing digital camera.

But here it is. And, oh look! there's the digital camera! Not in my car, oh no. It was in the back of Grant's car. Where absolutely nobody remembers stowing it. So, as Podgy suggests, I blame the dog. Or the cat. Or possibly the bird, but that might be a bit of a stretch.

Anyway, I am home for a couple of hours before returning to school for "Meet the Creature" night, aka Open House. I am too sticky and tired to get dressed up for you all, so pretty dress pics will have to wait until tomorrow night. Then I promise.

Approaching panic mode

I picked up my beautiful new dress yesterday. I waited impatiently for Grant to come home so he could take fabulous pictures of me in it to share with all five of my readers.

But I can't find the digital camera.

I had it in the car to take to school and I kept forgetting to bring it back into the house. I had it tucked under the center console, but when I went to get it last night, it WAS NOT THERE.

Either we took it out and left it up at the boat or it has been stolen. I hope like hell it is the former.

In the meantime, I have no pretty pictures to share. [sad]

The Power of Associative Thinking

I just saw a banana peel in the middle of the road. It made me snicker.

Crush

Yeah, totally adolescent, I know. But crushes are still a part of my life over 30 years later. Of course, as a happily married women, most of my crushes have been on the female of the species. I get that same fluttery feeling of excitement when my crush pays attention to me and I have the same agonies of despair when I decide that they don't really "like like" me. That plucky adolescent. She never really dies.

Lately, my crushes have been largely of the inanimate variety, with one notable exception. Here, for your perusal, approval or perhaps mockery, is a list of my current crushes:

I am totally crushing on...


Shine Junkie Lipgloss- it's by Bed Head and it makes my lips so pretty. Plus it tastes good!

My new glasses- They make me feel so sexy

The pair of black low rise pants I recently purchased- or more specifically, how great my ass looks in them!

My new Grade 7 class- They are wonderful, so far. I think we will have a great year!


Who or what is your crush? C'mon, you know you want to tell me!

Beginnings

"A blank page or canvas. His favourite. So many possibilities..."

I love the first few days of school. I enter my classroom with a sense of hope and excitement: Who will I teach? What will they be like? How will my year go? The first day of school is all about possibilities; both my students and I want this to be the BEST YEAR EVER. On the first day, that possibility is real.

My students aren't a blank canvas; far from it. They bring their hopes, disappointments, experiences and wonder to our classroom. But our year together starts as a blank canvas. Together, we will create the bits and pieces of our collaboration. They learn. I learn. And with any luck, we will create a masterpiece.

Peaches and cream

Corn, that is.

Grant and I are having some tonight. Picked approximately 6 hours ago in an Ontario corn field.

Yeah, it's not South Beach. But it's the last real day of summer and corn, with lots of butter, salt and pepper, is simply necessary.

Hot Hot Hot

On Wednesday I decided I needed a little cheer-me-up. I thought maybe looking at some evening gowns at one of our local shops just might do the trick. I knew that the salesladies would gush and that I would very likely find a pretty new dress to wear to the various and sundry events Grant and I attend throughout the winter months.

I admit it; I wanted a colour version of Del's amazing wedding dress. But poofy skirt dresses are not the easiest thing to find in any colour but white. So, I was out of luck. Still, I noticed one dress that I kept coming back to. It looked like a scrap of beaded material in various greens on a hanger, but it had a neckline that I knew would look good on me. What the hell, I decided to try it on even though it was the exact opposite of what I was looking for (slinky as opposed to romantic). I grabbed another dress to make it worth my while and ducked into the fitting room.

It took me a good five minutes to figure out how to actually fasten the green dress, because, well, it had no back at all! The teeny excuses for straps crisscrossed across the back and fastened just below the armpits. I finally managed it and then stared at myself in the mirror. I turned and looked at my back, absolutely bare to just above my tush. Dear lord. I was hot! No, I mean, really really hot!! Like young movie star hot.

I stepped outside and announced to the ladies that I just wanted them to see
it, as I sincerely doubted my husband would ever let me out of the house wearing it. They agreed: I was hot.

I tried on the other dress, which is wonderful and much more appropriate for the kinds of events that we go to. I looked hot in that one, too, but in more of a latiny salsa kind of movie star. Maybe a blonde Salma Hayek sort of hot.

So the upshot is, I am taking Grant to see me in both dresses today. He gets to choose which one I am getting as a birthday present. I could have just bought one, most likely the second one, but I secretly want him to see me in the green number. Just so he remembers how hot his soon-to-be 48 year old wife can look the slinky green dress of the century!

Oh, and yes. It cheered me up just fine, thank you very much!