Monday...don't believe the hype.

Monday morning is never really a time when I shine.  Not my finest hour, you might say.  I did pretty well this morning, though.  Had I not forgotten to put water in the coffee maker and been forced to re-attempt the making of the go-juice, I might have even arrived at work a little bit early.  As it was, I made it on time and that is good enough on a Monday.

I greeted the children warmly.  I faked an enthusiasm for teaching and standardized testing that I generally do not feel at this time of the year.  There was a little glitch in the professionalism when a student came to me with his math journal requiring some assistance and I came across a problem that simply eluded my deductive reasoning abilities.  I opted to hide it from mine eyes with a sticky-note upon which I wrote:  I cannot do this one.  Hence, I have dubbed it "unworthy" and have decided that it does not exist.  Please make a note of it.  Sincerely, Ms. Sheep"

The classroom teacher in this case has an amazing sense of humor about these things and is easily charmed by my wit.  And, in spite of finding my note to be of the highest calibre in terms of humor, he still felt the need to send the workbook back with the solution.  I guess some people are not yet on board with my ability to make that which bothers me go away...

Other than that, though, I was a paragon of educational virtue.  Honest.

I made it through the day's meetings and to my car without incident.  I arrived home and proceeded to go about the Monday workout.  75 minutes on the bike and another 15 with the weights.  Although, in deference to the whole "tweaked back" situation, I opted to eliminate a few of the more stressful moves.  I really wanted to apply that theory to the abdominal work, but that doesn't really hurt my back no matter how hard I try and I couldn't find a way to make the guilt disappear like I did that math problem.

The Invisibility Shawl was increased by 8 rows during the biking time.  I was all about the doing of good things today.

After logging my exercise time into my insurance company's reward program website, (because why else would I be doing this if I couldn't earn free panini makers and sound machines?) I was able to tear into that which was found in the mailbox this afternoon.  Rules are rules.  You can't open packages until the workout is done.  Unless you think it is Anthrax or a letter bomb.  Then you just can't open it at all but you should call Someone In Authority rather than pedal the exercise bike and knit.  That is kind of a loophole in the rules.  It has never actually happened.  But I often wonder if it would be preferable to doing the workout...

Wanna know what I got in the mail today?  You'll like it.  It did not explode nor did it contain a plague of any sort.  It is genuine Blog Fodder, my friends.  And you have Ronni to thank for it!  I think you will immediately understand why she thought of me when she saw it.  

Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure.  Seriously.  Do you LOVE it????

I laughed until there was the serious threat of some sort of injury to my spleen or medulla oblongata.  Funny things tend to come from Ronni's corner of the world.  As do really great cards.  See the little knitted swatch on there?  Fantastic! 

But it's hard to get past that Crazy Cat Lady.  Or the fact that she is an "action figure."  OMG that just gets me laughing every time.  Thanks, Ronni!  You know how to work a Monday, girl!  Oh, and you know what I like best?  Look closer:

Big, Fluffy Kitty.

I'm doubled over, here.  I may die from the laughing.  But laughing on a Monday is probably one of the top ten ways to go.

SA