Not plane or bird or even frog

 

 

 

It's just little old me, Underdog.

 

We all have our guilty pleasures.

 

And everyone put your pencils down...

Because the Great 2015 Mitten Knitathon- I like to think of it as the Mittathon- has come to an end.

 

And ten really great helping friends at school can be frostbite free for the winter.

 

Also a gratuitous picture of our cat, Annabelle.

 

 

A Saturday in November

For whatever reason, this is the first weekend in some time that hasn't felt like a dothisdothat weekend.

For that I am grateful. It has been a challenging year at school because of student behavior. I would hate to be a first year teacher with this crop.

Today cousin and I started the morning with a pancake breakfast for 'lil Raider football and cheerleaders.

 

 

A pancake breakfast as only southwestern PA can do them.

She was quick to point out that her tree looked much nicer than the one at the fairgrounds.

 

When I turned around to compare, I saw this-

 

And said why yes, yes it does. While my cousin may have some mental disabilities, it doesn't mean she doesn't have taste.

She had extra ornaments left over from the tree and I had a long distant Pinterest post in my head. When we finished shopping I used recently purchased fishing line and the ornaments and added this to the living room.

 

A garland of ornaments to adorn her mantlepiece. The rare Pinterest win that turned out exactly like they said it would. I have my eyes on you discounted January ornaments.

Edited to add- and then Bobterry came home and said "I told Shirley we'd take her clothes shopping for her son. We can go to lunch!" So much for a dothisdothat free weekend.

Karma

Also, this year it pays to be my helping/laughing friend at school.

 

 

Now we are fifty.

And here's what we did.

 

 

 

 

 

And then on Sunday there was a Christmas tree for cousin Sherri and a holiday dinner with Aunt Sippy.

I wish I had more better words for it all, funny quips and stories and such but today all I can manage is documentation.

 

When do we eat turkey?

That was the question posed to a class of kindergarteners this afternoon. Maybe it was a poorly asked question. I'll own that. But still.

Answers (even after some hints)

1. Valentine's Day.

2. Christmas.

3. At bedtime.

4. When mom tells us to come to dinner.

5. After we kill it.

When 10 out of 13 classes (multiple grades) have major discipline issues requiring multiple calls for assistance, it's a relief to have a laugh now and again. And by the end of the conversation, I wasn't 100% sure they weren't just messing with me.