Save the Turkeys!

The local kindergartners are on a crusade. They read a story about some turkeys who disguised themselves in the hopes of escaping...... the..... guillotine!



Their mission should they accept it, to take their turkey and disguise it.



Mission accomplished.

Peace, Love, and Happiness,

The Force

12!

Photo by Backroads Photography

Mr. M turns 12 today!!

Me: You're 12 today! Do you feel any different?

Mr. M.: No, I'm still short.

Miss K.: You're growing shorter.

Mr. M.: Yeah. Basically. And it's not growing. It's shrinking! You can't GROW shorter.

Me: Matt! You are getting so wise in your old age. See? There is a difference!! Do you feel smarter?

Mr. M: (He shakes his head no). If I were smarter, I'd wish my birthday were before Wednesday cuz I took a test. But, since you don't get smarter, it doesn't matter. I'd have still gotten an 85%.

Me: Maybe the smart powers are in the birthday cake! You'll be smarter when you have your cake!

Mr. M: No, smart powers you get from going to school and paying attention in school!

Me: Who paid you to say that? The teachers? The principal?

Mr. M: (Grinning) Yeah.........

Me: Sucker! It's in the fudge sauce on the ice cream!

Mr. M: I don't like fudge sauce.

Me: Which is why you will never be smart OR GROW! Growth hormones are in fudge sauce.

Mr. M: I already AM smart!

Me: Oh! Well, happy birthday.

Volunteering

When the local fire and paramedics are doing their training and need volunteers to be the victims...... we are more than happy to fall to the occasion.


Quit smiling punk. You're supposed to be dead! Hey! Wait a second!! How come the blood is flowing down your face when you are upside down..... Somethin's not right with this picture! I want a second opinion! Now! Stat!!

Mr. C said it was a fun evening and he was glad he'd volunteered....that is..... until they left him for dead and went and worked on someone else. He felt that was rude but then got over it quick when they gave him donuts as consolation.

Look What I Just Bought!

I am in so much doo doo. My neighbor showed me these last night. I fell. I fell hard. I had to buy the pattern.



There's just one problem.



I knit. These are crochet.



I don't know how to crochet!!



But I don't care! I don't care that Christmas is only a little over a month away.



There's a reason I've been called a knit whit!



I don't care if it kills me!



I am going to figure out/learn how to crochet.



Because I think The Native's who are begging me to make them these....



Will just be tickled pink/purple/orange/green to find these on Christmas morning.



Hopefully The Native's won't notice that a certain character that they used to call me is missing. Crossing my fingers that they will be amply intoxicated on Christmas sugar and egg nog.

Love and peace out,

Jabba da Hut

Here is the link if you want to buy from this seller. Link

Romeo and Juliet

Mr. B's English project. Romeo and Juliet 1930's style

There is another video that is hilarious that I can't get on here. The gal videoing this was a weeee bit fascinated with the half naked tennis player in the back and spent a good portion of the videoing time zooming in on him while the actors kept waiting and waiting and waiting for her to get back to the project.

Watch closely the end credits. :D Hormonal teenagers! Gotta love em!

Romeo: Played by Mr. B....... naturally........

School Marm

RULES FOR TEACHERS

DUTIES

*Wash windows & clean classroom with soap and water once a week. I don't see a problem with that.

*Check outhouses daily. (Plenty of old catalogues are available at School Board office.) I can only imagine the sorts of catalogues a School Board office would have and I'm sure the students had absolutely no problem what so ever wiping their bums with them!

APPAREL
(Forbidden wear in Public at All Times)

*WOMEN:

(1) A bathing costume Did schools have pools back then?


(2) Bloomers for cycling Would bloomers for mountain climbing be appropriate?


(3) Skirts slit to expose ankles Because someone might see your bloomin' bloomers!


(4) bustle extension over 10 inches And what happens if you had an especially round bum that naturally stuck out further than ten inches?

*MEN:

(1) Detachable collar & necktie removed from shirt Indecent! Might see his neck!


(2) Shirt sleeves unlinked & rolled That! Would imply that he was hard at work!


(3) Hair closely cropped (unless bald or have disease of the scalp) Naturally.

CONDUCT
(Cause for Immediate Dismissal)

*Smoking of cigarettes, use of spirits, frequenting of pool or public dance halls. Define "frequent" ing...

*Marriage or other unseemly behavior by women teachers. Marriage! Oh absolutely unseemly! Downright wicked of a woman!

*Joining of any Feminist Movement, such as the Suffragettes. Because she actually might 'educate' the uneducated males of the world! In her unseemly manner....


Signed by the Superintendent Sept. 15, 1886





No wonder female teachers back in the day were known to be old crotchety mean toads. The SM read this and while laughing said, "Knowing you, you'd show up with a 15 inch bustle in your bloomin' bathing costume in 'high spirits'!



I thought that downright indecent and unseemly of him! My bustle would have been 20 inches!

Babysitting

For those of you who live in the area, If you see me at the school dropping off the little Native's, I won't be offended if you walk on the other side of the hallway. In fact, I won't even be offended if you take an entirely different hallway!


Image shamelessly stolen from here

I am babysitting these guys this week!


Another image that I have no regret stealing from here.



Which means I'm walking around in these.



Because I'm stepping in and shoveling this stuff.



And no matter how many mud puddles I step in on the way back to the truck they still look and smell like..... chewed up grass!



And it is raining out so I'm wearing one of these because naturally curly hair that you've spent the morning straightening and rain do not get along.



But then again, neither do rain and hay. It tends to stick and get into everything. The hay. Add rain to it and you've got a hat covered in hay lint!

The end result! Me smelling rather odoriferous and looking a bit like Mrs. Indiana Jones! Better watch out! Not only do I know how to wield a manure rake! I can crack a whip too! Just ask The Native's!