What do these three things have in common? They were all on my mind tonight, amongst other things. Warning: This post may be random. Scratch that. It will be random.
First, the potatoes. (Now, there's a lead-in to a gripping story.) Dutch Boy and I went home to the frozen northern tundra for the holidays. We were gone for almost two weeks. We left the bag of potatoes in the dark cabinet for those two weeks...and this resulted:
Gumby's dad died today. Ok, not so much his dad, but his creator, Art Clokey. I'm sad. Sad, because Gumby was a part of my childhood (my brother had a borderline obsession with him for about six months). Sad, because I never knew who Art Clokey was until it was too late. You never realize who these people are until they're gone, even though they've become such a part of who you are.
I hate New Year's Resolutions. I hate the fact that I'm making a list of things to change and that most likely I won't accomplish them. I hate the fact that I feel like I can't say that something is worth changing until the new year rolls around. However, this year I made two:
-Read two books a month. Should be easy to accomplish, but I've failed at it in the past. Life always seems to get in the way.
-Take a yoga/pilates/step/whatever fitness class. I don't want to die of cardiac arrest before I'm thirty, and I feel like I'm well on my way to keeling over. I have yet to get started on this goal, but I've got all year, right?
Finally, moments like this make all the stress of teaching at least entertaining, if not worthwhile:
While playing Trivia with fourth graders...
Me: What Native American princess is famous for helping the settlers at Jamestown?
[Crickets.]
Me: Here's a hint...It was a Disney movie.
Fourth Grader: CINDERELLA!!
