Seven quick stories from the week...
: 1 :
Not very often do I laugh until tears are streaming down my face. Occasionally something on a tv show will set me off, but most of the time I'm a giggler, a chuckler, a quiet laugher.
Yesterday, however, I was talking to my class about verbal and non-verbal delivery. It's one of my more lighthearted lectures because I get to do all kinds of funny examples with my voice and body language. There's usually bound to be a giggle out of it.
I was talking about facial expressions and how they communicate and all that, and I said in a semi-humorous way, "We all have faces, so you are all responsible for using them."
One of my favorite dry humored students said, "So if you don't have a face..."
"Then you're off the hook," I smiled. And then mostly to myself I said, "And I don't mean off the hook like 'That is SO off the hook." I didn't think anyone even heard me.
But a student did hear me, and I could practically hear his eyes roll when he said, "When was the last time you heard someone say THAT?"
Even now there is something about that whole exchange that makes me laugh. But yesterday it really made me laugh. Laugh and laugh and laugh. Could-not-catch-my-breath, tears rolling down my face laughter. I had to stop class for a good 2 minutes to get my composure.
I love having a good laugh like that.
: 2 :
All through my drive home from school yesterday, I chatted on the phone with Andrea about all sorts of things. Just as I was pulling into town, I looked at the clock: 3:40.
3:40? !!
Normally, I leave school around 3:15 and don't get home until 4:45, so I was totally confused. What had happened to the time? Was my clock broken? Did I drive extra fast? There wasn't any of the usual traffic, and I didn't hang around after class at all, but even I can't drive 70 miles in 45 minutes.
And then I figured it out.
Owing perhaps to all those happy endorphins I got from my laughing episode, I had ended up losing track of time in class. My second class is supposed to end at 2:45, but for some reason I looked up at the clock and thought they were supposed to get out at 2:15. So at 2:10, I wrapped things up and gave some final instructions and sent them on their way.
I remember thinking, "I can't believe I didn't get through as much content as I usually do."
Serious absent minded professor moment right there.
: 3 :
Sydney was reading a book the the other day and remarked aloud, "There's a character in this book, and his name is Beef Oven."
"Beef Oven?"
"Beef Oven Jones."
"BEEF OVEN?"
"Not Beef, Beeth, with a -th." I thought about this. Beeth Oven doesn't make any sense at all. And then I figured it out.
"It's not Beeth Oven, it's Beethoven!"
"BAY-TOVEN?! It is NOT Bay toven." She clearly thought I was being ridiculous.
"It is Beethoven. That's a real person, and that character was named after him. The -th makes the 'tuh' sound."
"-TH tuh is not a rule, Mom."
"I know, but it's Beethoven. He's famous. He wrote lots of famous music."
"Well, he's not THAT famous. I'VE never heard of him."
It's true, we are more of a Tchaikovsky household, but I think we'll have to up our classical music repertoire a little bit.
: 4 :
Late last fall, Sarah hosted a craft night for a bunch of girlfriends. It was super fun, and we all made a few little crafts, mostly ones that involved an embroidery hoop.
I knew ahead of time that I was going to make one for my sister, which I did, but then I never posted here because I didn't want to ruin the surprise...and then forgot about posting it after Christmas.
My sister and I have an inside joke about cats and saying meow. It's our thing. So I made this for her to hang in her flat:
Even though she hasn't ever been to Russia, she has travelled a lot and the little Matryoshka doll seemed internationally fitting. Travel and inside jokes: two fabulous things.
I also started another craft, but didn't get it finished until this week. I'm so tickled with it.
I had the buttons and their stems sewn on last December, but then I couldn't figure out how to finish it. I tried stitching "love" and then "est. in 1997" but none of it looked right. Then I got the idea to add the sun and the grass, and it was perfect.
I love the happy accident of Jason's button flower and my button flower leaning in towards each other. I love that it captures my personal goal of growing a family. And I love how easy it was after I figured out what I wanted to do. Buttons, little stitches, embroidery hoop. My kind of craft.
: 5 :
After putting down my regular point-and-shoot camera for most of last year--aside from a few significant occasions that I didn't want to capture with my iPhone--I picked it up again a couple weeks ago. After spending quite a long time trying to get a particular picture, I gave up and just used my iPhone because my camera phone meters light better than my handheld camera.
I realized that even though I do love my trusty camera, I have to edit the heck out of them in Photoshop. The white balance, the highlights, the shadows--I have to tweak it all to look the way I saw the photo with my eye.
I'm done with those days of spending hours at Photoshop. I don't mind working in Photoshop, but I don't want to devote the time to editing.
So, I've begun saving for a new camera.
I want a Nikon D5100, and now I need to save up for it. We've kinda budgeted all our money from now until after our trip to Disney World (Jason would say "from now until we're 40"), so saving up is going to be tricky. I'm determined somehow to make it work, though. I keep wandering through my house wondering what I can sell.
I'll think of something. Hopefully.
: 6 :
Every school morning I drive over to Ty and Sarah's to pick up Clover, and as we wait for Clover to walk out to the car, I take a deep breath. Getting out the door and into the car is one of my least favorite things. Ever. I try not to stress out. But between a seat needing to be cleaned out so that a child can sit there, and me wrangling Addie into her carseat (she's actually really good about going in her carseat), and the 90% chance that Jules just had a meltdown over the tights that are too itchy to wear, I get a little worked up.
But I drive the length of a football field, wait a moment, take a breath, and let my eyes rest on the lovely house in front of me.
And then I'm all better.
: 7 :
This week I get to use one of my favorite TED Talks in class. I thought I'd share it with you because it's just pure fabulousness. The speaker is Sarah Kay, a spoken word poet, and she performs her poem "If I should have a daughter." Her whole talk involves another poem, but I just want you to watch the first 4 minutes. It's beautiful, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Happy weekend, friends! Let me know if you listen to any Beethoven this weekend :)
{More Quick Takes over at Jen's Conversion Diary.}



























