tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193412512012-01-29T10:50:07.282-05:00I’m a knitter, spinner, and fearless warrior in the coming Zombie Apocalypse. What can I say? I multi-task...Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.comBlogger15061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-66821449002895937212012-01-25T18:55:00.000-05:002012-01-25T18:55:02.665-05:00

I generally try to have something of a theme when I post.  I think it is wicked clever and makes things ever so much more cohesive even when I'm doing a Wednesday Night Bullet Post.  Those are random by nature, of course.  However, I need a bit of an anchor lest I sail off into some weird rambling whirlpool. Tonight I have a headache.  It is a whopper and has been with me since before the break

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-35523196176018137392012-01-18T19:13:00.000-05:002012-01-18T19:13:05.225-05:00

Yes, Sheepie, there are still snow days.  If you recall, the last post involved yours truly declaring that there would be a snow day or all holy heck to pay.  I knew, based on current weather patterns and the horrific behavior of my students on Wednesday that there would be a snow day.  There really wasn't much doubt. And so it came to pass. The snows fell in more abundant amounts than

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Tomorrow is going to be a snow day.  I am sorry to just throw that out there without a preamble or anything, but I am not really up for the niceties at the moment.  Tomorrow is going to be a snow day. I have known this for two days.  I would know this even if I did not have the advantages of television, radio, print media and the sometimes contradictory but mostly helpful thing known as The

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-25775529762028393702012-01-04T19:52:00.000-05:002012-01-04T19:52:43.894-05:00

Well, here we are!  It's 2012 and everything is all new and shiny!!  But does that mean a blogger can just toss out all the "old and perhaps a little less glittery?"  Absolutely not!  The Wednesday Night Bullet Post might be getting a little bit tired these days, but it still services. Besides, vacation is over, I'm back to work and I honestly don't see how much of anything has changed.  It all

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-27208249905437557682011-12-28T18:59:00.000-05:002011-12-28T18:59:46.675-05:00

When last we left our intrepid Sheepie, she was suffering from the world's worst cold ever in the history of viral infections, had been strongly advised to take a pass on the two days of teacher workshops and the holidays were looming. Did Sheepie take the days off when they were kindly offered?  Has she been lost in a pile of used tissues and has she been missed yet?  Did she make it to

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-49350219684396867002011-12-21T19:37:00.000-05:002011-12-21T19:37:47.962-05:00

I'm certain that, by now, there are very few people out there who wish to continue hearing about my sickly state of being.  That's fair.  I understand.  Frankly, I'm getting pretty sick of the sick myself, but I don't have the luxury of ignoring my texts or faking a seizure whenever I see me.  I sort of have to live with it and just keep trying to snare innocent passersby into conversation so I

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-67577031774572582172011-12-14T19:50:00.000-05:002011-12-14T19:50:02.393-05:00

I am unwell.  I want to get that out of the way straight off because, in my opinion, the entire world will soon be coming to a screeching halt.  It will then proceed to revolve around a newer and far more appropriate target: Me. I am something of a baby when I don't feel well.  I should probably also apologize for the statements I shall be making and the attitude I shall likely display.  I

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-66683486819138094712011-12-07T19:42:00.000-05:002011-12-07T19:42:23.516-05:00

My dependence upon the Wednesday Night Bullet Post format seems to be continuing.  As it looks to be the only way I can post anymore, I say let's just go with it!  It's kind of like Tweeting with a singular timestamp, right? *I stand firm in my contention that this 60 degrees in December nonsense is not helping with my holiday spirit. *Don't get me wrong.  I'm not looking to freeze solid or

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-77776722418810157432011-11-30T19:50:00.000-05:002011-11-30T19:50:07.595-05:00

Seriously, you guys.  This isn't funny.  I mean it.  If you return it, I won't get mad.  I just want it back, is all. Although, I don't think anyone would blame me for being upset about the theft of November.  And half of October.  Frankly, it was kind of cheeky of someone to up and steal all that from me when I wasn't looking. I'll just be over here doing my Wednesday Night Bullet Post and

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-86463503708307941512011-11-23T19:17:00.000-05:002011-11-23T19:17:31.850-05:00

As a way of saying Thank You For The Many Hours Dedicated To Parent/Teacher Conferences (and please don't sue us for making you work five billion hours), my school district closes early for Thanksgiving.  All I have to do is survive two days and then it's all about me not being at work.  That is a fair exchange except for the times when it's not.  But I am choosing to ignore the crazy that makes

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-83250715861313955852011-11-16T19:41:00.000-05:002011-11-16T19:41:20.421-05:00

Well, here we are.  I've somehow managed to forget to post until Wednesday in spite of multiple promises to write a proper blog missive.  I think I'm just going to accept that, for now anyway, I'm the Wednesday Night Bullet Post Gal and cut myself some slack.  I've got a lot going on over here, after all. Bullet Points seem to be about all I can muster with any degree of mastery these days...

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-23541443245581190462011-11-09T19:22:00.000-05:002011-11-09T19:22:48.245-05:00

This is the week that makes a grown Sheepie want to curl up in a ball and weep.  It is one of two weeks that leave me very tired and wondering if I might have to consider napping under my desk during the school day.  Yes, you know what I mean. It's Parent/Teacher Conference Week!  Also known as The Week Where I Have To Stay Late On Two Nights And Wonder Why I Am So Very Alone In This World.

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-20016871018722169532011-11-02T18:08:00.000-05:002011-11-02T18:08:00.785-05:00

The start of the new school year is always kind of interesting.  The way the holidays work in these here parts, it seems as though we are always cruising towards a break of some sort, at least for the first few months.  That is nice and all, but it also means that we are always trying to recover from a long weekend or vacation and that is never easy. It's like there's a big, ol' pause button

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-63610357126735572572011-10-26T17:53:00.000-05:002011-10-26T17:53:15.252-05:00

I'm pretty sure that my entire life can be reduced to a line right now.  I'm spending a lot of time waiting for stuff and a great deal of it involves standing in a row with other people who may or may not be as excited about the situation as I.  I'm also filling out a whole bunch of paperwork and signing on dotted lines, not to mention trying to toe the line in order that I don't get into trouble

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-62966386804603731732011-10-19T18:20:00.000-05:002011-10-19T18:20:51.767-05:00

I am a person who truly wanted to post before Wednesday.  I had very good intentions.  I truly did... It didn't exactly work out that way, though.  As much as I don't want to be known as The Sheepie That Only Does Wednesday Night Bullet Posts, I guess that is what I'm going to be.  At least for now.  There may be hope for me sometime in the future.  I suppose I can cling to that. Meanwhile, I

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-33923928764849534952011-10-12T18:22:00.000-05:002011-10-12T18:22:59.475-05:00

The Cheerful Teaching Assistant and I were talking today.  She took a couple days off to round out the long weekend and was saying how sad she was yesterday when it was time to trudge back onto the plane.  Then she thought about it and said, "You know...I'm kind of thinking I won't get much sympathy after spending the weekend lounging poolside and all.  But I still kind of cringed when it was

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-48347519882458061502011-10-11T17:56:00.000-05:002011-10-11T17:56:37.749-05:00

There are two things you need to know before reading this post.  First is that last Friday was a half day for the students at my school.  Not for the teachers, just the students.  Teachers have to stay for the full day and get to work in blissful silence. The second thing you should know is that teachers who leave the school during designated working hours must sign out.  They must do so using

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-40053495559348753322011-10-05T18:28:00.000-05:002011-10-05T18:28:04.481-05:00

Well, it was a bit of a near thing there!  I truly did fear for my survival as I struggled through the horrors of my common cold.  I am pleased to report that all is finally back to normal and that I am upright for the foreseeable future. And now we take you to the regularly scheduled Wednesday Night Bullet Post in order that I might find something else to talk about besides sneezing.  I can

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-26292245628293237042011-09-28T18:09:00.000-05:002011-09-28T18:09:58.089-05:00

We here at the Sheepish House Of Snotty Tissues And Whimpering are eternally grateful for your patience as I stagger my way through this horrific cold.  Perhaps I went a little too far last time, comparing my trials to that of the poor souls in that Contagion movie.  But, in my defense, it really is a wicked nasty cold. On the plus side, it seems to be letting go just a bit and I truly do

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-29838113770442112382011-09-26T18:29:00.000-05:002011-09-26T18:29:20.677-05:00

I have not seen Contagion.  I hadn't planned on it, frankly.  Even if I did, I doubt I'd make it as far as the concession stand, much less the ticket booth.  Every time I mention it, people I didn't think were paying much attention will suddenly focus upon me intently.  Some will gently explain to me why this is not a very good idea given my tendency to overreact to things like world-wide plagues

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-51365328649210235002011-09-21T18:28:00.000-05:002011-09-21T18:28:25.421-05:00

We are finding our rhythm here at the Sheepish House Of Wayward Felines And Public Education.  That's not to say that I didn't think it was Saturday when I woke up on Tuesday, but I think we will eventually get past those morning mishaps.  At least I hope I do.  It is a bitter thing indeed to face the reality of a workday at quarter to five when a part of you thinks it is the weekend. Let's

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-60603752402077186312011-09-19T18:28:00.000-05:002011-09-19T18:28:10.037-05:00

I don't normally spend a lot of time discussing my dislike for my job.  It's not the sort of thing a perky, happy gal such as myself dwells upon.  It also often leads to genuinely helpful people suggesting things that I might do to resolve the situation, all of which are kind of obvious and most of which I have tried to no avail. No, it is not in keeping with my happy, perky reputation to snap

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-57250913259751722372011-09-15T18:21:00.000-05:002011-09-15T18:21:17.188-05:00

I suppose that being surprised by bullets is kind of a bad thing, but I think you know what I meant.  I missed the Wednesday Night Bullet Post due to a fit of Oh-My-God-I-Cannot-Even-Function-At-This-Point.  When one is struck by the OMGICEFATP, there isn't much else to be done.  I think you will understand once you get a sense of the situation. Let's take advantage of some complimentary

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-75838313904466625652011-09-13T18:40:00.000-05:002011-09-13T18:40:48.394-05:00

It's been a while since I've done a Portent Post.  The good old fashioned Oh My Goodness There Are Signs All About Us If We'd Only Take Heed kind of thing...  I think I should do another one.  There have been one or two little nudges in that direction if today is any indication.  I think it is time to start obeying the universe now.  And so, without further ado, I give you: Sheepish Annie's List

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-86618387574484342762011-09-07T18:19:00.000-05:002011-09-07T18:19:33.038-05:00

When I think back to my earlier blogging efforts and how I managed to somehow come up with a post every day, I marvel at my fortitude.  Now that I've scaled back on the internet investment, you'd think I'd have more energy for the whole thing.  I get rest in between posts, for heaven's sake! Tonight, I am tired.  Sure, it probably has something to do with the fact that today was the second day

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-78749873693781278102011-09-06T18:17:00.000-05:002011-09-06T18:17:06.353-05:00

I've been doing this since before forever and have had ample time to think about the situation.  Let me assure you that I am not speaking rashly or tossing about opinions all willy-nilly.  I have given the matter deep and serious consideration.  I have, in fact, pondered.  That is some serious stuff, pondering.  You have to listen when someone ponders before opining.  It is even fair to say that

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-77055206419794538682011-08-31T18:31:00.000-05:002011-08-31T18:31:13.453-05:00

I am fairly good with denial, especially when the end of August rolls around.  I can easily convince myself that everything is fine and that we are really still enjoying the fruits of July right up to the very last second.  This changes nothing, of course.  It is the end of August and that can only mean one thing:  School is ready to start.  Summer vacation is over. Let's take a look at my last

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-45288905720244053302011-08-29T16:52:00.000-05:002011-08-29T16:52:01.173-05:00

Thursday was a big day here at the Sheepish Household.  After several days of stomach trouble and not going to school to set up my classroom, I finally managed to drag myself 45 minutes southward and did my duty as an educator.  It had to be done.  Time is really running out.  School opens for teacher workshops on September 1st and the kidlets are going to be wandering in shortly thereafter.  It

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-68578408078155018662011-08-24T18:52:00.000-05:002011-08-24T18:52:02.633-05:00

Oh, yeah...I'm fairly frantic at the moment.  Too much stuff on the to-do list and not nearly enough time to get it all done.  That said, I don't really feel like doing too much so it kind of works out if I don't think about it. Thinking too much leads to guilt and lying awake in the wee hours of the morning wondering if it would be considered weird to get up and paint the living room.  I do,

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-76185794036716683382011-08-17T18:37:00.000-05:002011-08-17T18:37:24.552-05:00

Here at the manse, we are continuing to try and make some use of the last few days of summer vacation.  At least, I like to think that is what I am doing.   There is also a very strong possibility that I am fooling myself and spending far more time dithering away the hours than I am willing to admit. Here's your Wednesday Night Bullet Post.  Either way, I can say that I got that done.  Truth be

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-54216722378141854312011-08-15T18:11:00.000-05:002011-08-15T18:11:10.682-05:00

I have a longstanding love/hate relationship with the cable company.  On one hand, they have managed to create some of the most frustrating and irritating moments in my life.  On the other...they provide me with TV.  I love TV.  TV is good. For the most part, my love of TV is enough to keep me from doing things that might be considered rash or ill advised.  Like chasing cable trucks with loaded

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-32320642234484359382011-08-10T17:42:00.000-05:002011-08-10T17:42:49.086-05:00

My August-Induced Lethargy continues unabated.  Today the whole situation was made worse by the addition of pittery-pattery raindrops that inspired nothing but napping.  This is not helping me in my quest to finish up as much as humanly possible before the school bells tolls. I shall rouse myself enough to do a few bullet points for you, though.  Because it is Wednesday and I like to think of

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-14754085279672412402011-08-08T19:10:00.000-05:002011-08-08T19:10:39.915-05:00

July was really a long month, when you think about it.  I mean that in the actual sense of the word as opposed to that feeling that a month is going on forever and ever with no end in sight.  July was truly a respectable length as months go.  It had 31 days and everything.  It even came with an extra Friday/Payday in it and that is kind of a nice thing to happen during the summer vacation. (My

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-29784787606074177282011-08-03T18:09:00.000-05:002011-08-03T18:09:31.770-05:00

August is here and, from this educator's perspective, it has arrived far too soon.  This is the month that truly marks the end of summer vacation.  While I still have plenty of days left, I can no longer avoid checking my school email and it is highly likely that someone is going to want me at a meeting at some point over the next couple of weeks.  I also have to start reviewing those lessons I

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-20239661488323291432011-08-01T17:58:00.000-05:002011-08-01T17:58:50.556-05:00

It's been a Long Time since I've finished a knitting project.  It's not that I'm not knitting...I am.  I've been stitching away whilst riding the little exercise bike in the mornings, but it isn't really getting me any closer to a pair of socks, it seems. The bike rides seem to be taking a Long Time, though! Now that August is here, I can't help but start thinking about how Long the school

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-78889311880720592672011-07-27T18:08:00.000-05:002011-07-27T18:08:40.559-05:00

I honestly meant to drop a blog line sooner and let everyone know that I survived the heatwave, but I was too busy trying to recover and time got away from me.  I'll have to catch you up in tonight's Wednesday Night Bullet Post! *I do not have air conditioning. *There are reasons for this so please...no suggesting that I go get an air conditioner.   *I am fully aware of their existence and

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-67083211956177838562011-07-20T18:35:00.000-05:002011-07-20T18:35:09.157-05:00

I am currently enjoying what looks to be the last of the cooler temperatures for a while.  Today was moderately warm with bearable humidity, but the next few days are not going to be so kind.  We are talking high 90s and air so thick you can drink it with a straw. Not my most favoritest thing... Since I plan to be lolling in front of the fan for the foreseeable future and probably insensible

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-38800196725137726212011-07-19T19:17:00.000-05:002011-07-19T19:17:09.162-05:00

"Hello, is this Mrs. Sheep?" I sighed.  Sometimes it's just not worth pointing out that I am not Mrs. Sheep.  Mommy Sheep is Mrs. Sheep.  My Sister-in-Law is Mrs. Sheep.  I am Ms. Sheep, but that was going to take more time than was really called for.  Besides, I knew who was on the other end of this phone conversation.  I'd dropped my car off for the first round of what promised to be a lengthy

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-58800576822123175072011-07-13T17:59:00.000-05:002011-07-13T17:59:48.488-05:00

The humidity broke last night.  I don't know exactly when since I somehow drifted off into something resembling sleep but it wasn't there when I woke up at 5:30 so I assumed breaking had occurred.  In spite of the mercury climbing into the high 80s, it was a much more bearable sort of day and one that makes for a much happier Sheepie. Let us celebrate with the posting of bullet points as is our

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-59335199851600029162011-07-12T18:16:00.000-05:002011-07-12T18:16:04.972-05:00

It is currently four thousand degrees here in the manse.  I almost couldn't blog tonight because I got stuck in the kitchen when the vinyl flooring melted and I wasn't quite willing to give up my sandal to escape.  Then, just as I manage to extricate myself, the living room carpet spontaneously combusted, forcing me to battle the raging inferno before I could sit down at the computer.  Just when

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-80171357163952878262011-07-06T18:38:00.000-05:002011-07-06T18:38:30.491-05:00

So yeah...I'm still trying to adjust to the vacation schedule.  Just when I think I have handle on it, I wake up in a cold sweat thinking that I have to get ready for work AND OMIGOD AM I LATE???  It takes a few minutes to remember the actual state of affairs.  Of course, there are certainly worse problems a person could have than remembering they get to stay in bed, but it was a rough school

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-32281429168605002802011-07-05T18:24:00.000-05:002011-07-05T18:24:08.479-05:00

This is the latest I've ever started my summer break.  I remain eternally grateful that I chose a career which affords me summers off, but it's still kind of rough to have to wait on it.  I think I've finally found my groove, although I have to admit that there has been an ongoing snag. I got to sleep until 7:00 yesterday.  That is something of a miracle considering the state of things around

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-64074109214966432542011-06-29T17:43:00.000-05:002011-06-29T17:43:22.731-05:00

It's hard to believe it's been a week since I waved goodbye to the last of my students and sent them home so for the summer.  By my internal clock, at least a month has passed.  However, I can't ignore the laws of time and space so I guess I must admit that a mere seven days have passed.  And five of them have been very, very busy.  It's over now, though and I've made it through to the other side

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-71492386576520890702011-06-23T18:44:00.000-05:002011-06-23T18:44:25.172-05:00

I did pretty well right up until the last half hour of today's teacher workshop.  I thought I might actually make it, but then I couldn't take it anymore.  Before I could stop myself, I spun around in my seat, glared at my neighbor and hissed, "STOP IT!!!" She was obviously startled.  I could tell by the way she jumped, looked guilty and muttered, "Er...sorry.  I was just trying to copy the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-19785177874373529272011-06-22T18:56:00.000-05:002011-06-22T18:56:26.092-05:00

I have multiple reasons for not blogging in a week.  Actually, they aren't so much "reasons" as they are "excuses that I intend to put out there until someone takes pity on me and tells me it's OK."  Given the day and the nature of the post, I think it will all work rather nicely in Bullet Point Format. *Let's get this out of the way right off the bat: Today was the last day of school. *

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-88101802976066247742011-06-15T18:04:00.000-05:002011-06-15T18:04:19.763-05:00

Back when I first started teaching, we would sometimes joke about school years that lasted longer than others.  "At this rate," we'd say, "we'll be going until July!"  Then we'd laugh and laugh because that was such a silly thing to even consider. This year, when you factor in the extra student time, the snow days and the mandatory trainings, I will literally be going to school until July.  This

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-69762940621522517172011-06-14T18:24:00.000-05:002011-06-14T18:24:27.369-05:00

This is a long school year.  There were snow days.  Many, many snow days.  There were weeks I managed to forget how to work full time.  I like a good snow day, don't get me wrong. I do not love a long school year. We are hanging in there.  We are, perhaps, a little more flexible in our teaching strategies.  We are doing what it takes to somehow get this group of kids through to the last day

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-42379245535049452172011-06-08T18:22:00.000-05:002011-06-08T18:22:32.065-05:00

We here in the northeast do not generally do "heat" very well.  It is not our natural habitat.  Hence, I was not pleased to see that today's temperatures were looking to break 90.  The fact that I was going to be spending this searingly hot day in a third floor classroom during the last two weeks of the school year didn't exactly make me giddy either. But, it is what it is.  If nothing else,

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-53851311200815445842011-06-06T18:28:00.000-05:002011-06-06T18:28:17.526-05:00

I have been driving on tires not really meant for travel for some time now.  I was told that the rubber holding up my car was nothing more than a suggestion of tires and that they needed to be replaced immediately.  At the time, however, tires were a bit on the pricey side.  Especially for one who needed to hire a Professional Worrier to help with a worrisome situation.  I waited on the tires and

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Here it is, again...Wednesday.  It came kind of fast this week, partially because Monday was a holiday.  It is also possible that the mighty, whirling winds have ushered it along at a hasty clip.  Either way, it is time for the Wednesday Night Bullet Post so let's have at it! *I know what irony when I see it.  Or hear it. *Irony is the principal coming on the school's PA system to announce

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-88541301567998451802011-05-31T18:20:00.000-05:002011-05-31T18:20:29.332-05:00

Now that the weather has taken a turn for the "seasonal," I am struggling with the remaining length of the school year.  The very idea that I have to carry on for another almost-whole month is killing me.  After the long holiday weekend, I couldn't be more done with this educational experience.  I spent most of the past three days trying to ignore the reality Chiefly, I was trying to ignore the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-44022232147526880952011-05-25T18:22:00.000-05:002011-05-25T18:22:47.393-05:00

I guess I'm just never happy.  First, I'm all fussy about the five million days of rain and now I'm grousing because the sun is out and it feels too much like summer.  To be fair, I've got a roomful of middle school students who feel the same way and a very long way to go this year, but it still seems wrong to complain. I should probably just do the Wednesday Night Bullet Post and not draw any

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-53599534965464814052011-05-23T18:08:00.001-05:002011-05-23T19:35:50.532-05:00

I had mixed feelings when I heard about The Rapture bearing down upon us.  On one hand, I hated the idea of losing half my weekend, not to mention the angst a person goes through wondering if she made the final cut.  On the other hand, it might be a nice way to get out of the five million plans I've made for the month of May.  I couldn't help but feel that I was overbooked and the end of days

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-64947352873539670042011-05-18T18:39:00.000-05:002011-05-18T18:39:32.676-05:00

The rain...dear God, the rain!  How long can a person live under such dark and dismal conditions before going utterly mad with the lack of sunlight?  If my own experience is any indication, I'm guessing it's not very long.  In fact, I think I passed the point of demarcation a few days ago. Let's see if doing the Wednesday Night Bullet Post helps at all... *I think the overcast conditions are

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There comes a point in every school year where a teacher says, "By golly, I think I'm done!"  Hopefully, that point arrives on the last day of classes because it is mighty inconvenient when it happens beforehand.  I've had it play out both ways.  Sometimes I make it to the finish line, breathe a sigh of relief and wave a merry goodbye to my colleagues.  Other times...not so much. This is one of

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-80868422751005061522011-05-11T17:48:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:48:30.484-05:00

No...seriously?  It's been a week???  That just can't be right!  Well...I guess maybe it can.  Even if I didn't mean to wander away from the blog for a whole week, I guess it's possible.  I've been busy at school and had to change a doctor's appointment at the last minute to account for a dwindling supply of medication.  Oh, and let's not forget Mother's Day being thrown in there! I've been a

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Well, I have somehow managed to make it through three work days and am thinking that a weekend might just be in sight if I play my cards right.  That, in an of itself, is something of a triumph during these rainy, chilly days.  I think I shall simply sally forth and plunge right into the Wednesday Night Bullet Post before something takes the wind out of my sails. *I think I have mentioned the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-69719368228372895892011-05-02T18:31:00.000-05:002011-05-02T18:31:16.245-05:00

I woke up tired this morning. I can tell by the puzzled looks and murmurs that a few of you might not comprehend what I mean by this.  "Of course you were a little sleepy.  It was 4:45 in the morning.  Worse, it was 4:45 on a Monday morning which is always going to compound the problem, Sheepie.  And yet, even if we take that out of the equation, who among us doesn't awaken a little bit out of

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-37623402506911785892011-04-27T18:39:00.000-05:002011-04-27T18:39:17.651-05:00

Let's see...where were we?  Ah, yes!  I remember.  I was telling you all about how I had to go back to school after a week's vacation.  I know I am lucky to have a job that lets me take ample time off and whatnot, but I can't help getting a little overwhelmed by how time virtually stands still once I get back to the grind. I mean, honestly!  What is wrong with the clock on the wall?  And that

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-64664003244835476482011-04-25T18:38:00.000-05:002011-04-25T18:38:48.856-05:00

It's always rough going back to school after a week's vacation.  It's even worse to know I'm going back for the hardest stretch of the year: the one that slogs on until we send the kids home for summer.  It's the fourth academic quarter and, perhaps, a lifesaving one for some students who weren't exactly on top of their game. Yet none of us really have much left in the way of appreciation for the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-11166813254118213052011-04-20T18:46:00.000-05:002011-04-20T18:46:35.697-05:00

I honestly didn't mean for a whole week to go by between posts.  Honestly!  However, it seems as though that is exactly what happened and I have no excuses for my poor behavior.  I could tell you all about how I'm on vacation this week and lazing around with no guilt whatsoever, but I'm not going to do that.  I'm just going to stand humbly before you with a hangdog face and hope for forgiveness.

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-90398399012739744112011-04-13T18:40:00.000-05:002011-04-13T18:40:33.836-05:00

Do not tell me it is Wednesday.  I don't even want to hear it.  This is the longest week in the history of EVER and I cannot bear to hear that tomorrow isn't Friday.  I know that tomorrow is going to be a bit of a letdown, but I don't care.  In the here and now, I prefer to think of myself as being closer to the weekend than anything a mere Wednesday could boast. That said, I am still going to

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-26318869344541893752011-04-11T19:44:00.000-05:002011-04-11T19:44:28.826-05:00

Every so often, I come to a point where I think it is in my best interest to start focusing on the positive.  I'm generally a fairly sunny sort of gal. I can see the up side.  However, I still believe it can't hurt to have a list of stuff that is anywhere from moderately to extremely awesome tucked away for an emergency.  You never know.  Dark days tend to come in strings of ten or twelve.  If

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March is a very long month for those of us providing wisdom to the students of Maine. Even when it is over.  While I realize that we get a lot of vacation time, the stretch between the break in February and the next in April is endless.  Even if you factor in the snow days, I still feel like I've been Marching steadily along the gauntlet forever.  I think that the cure for the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-16536066964261571602011-04-04T18:16:00.000-05:002011-04-04T18:16:11.609-05:00

Irony is funny. Quite humorous, really.  Well...except when it is highly irritating.  Then it is most certainly not funny.  But, it will be. You just sort of have to wait it out a bit.  The humor will eventually start to show through. For example, if you happen to be so sick of winter that you can't stand it, then a sudden snowstorm in April will be very ironic.  And not at all funny. It will

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-84753221111364653342011-03-30T18:39:00.000-05:002011-03-30T18:39:38.760-05:00

Greetings, All!  Your faithful Sheepie is here to regale you with the weekly Wednesday Night Bullet Post! Let's see where we are today... *First of all, let's get one thing straight.  Anyone thinking of mentioning that they heard there might be some "weather" coming my way on Friday should reconsider all the available conversational options. *In spite of the fact that there is a low

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-61157056577717183752011-03-28T18:33:00.000-05:002011-03-28T18:33:16.329-05:00

Last Friday, I returned to school after a day and a half absence.  I found myself a little sniffly on Wednesday and a little stomach buggy on Thursday.  Upon my arrival, I was greeted by The Boy For Whom All The World's A Stage: "Oh my God!!  You're back!  I don't mind telling you I was VERY WORRIED.  You are almost NEVER absent, let alone for two days!  I thought you were DYING or something!!!

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My new friend, The Horrible, Terrible Cold and I would like to welcome you to the Wednesday Night bullet post.  I am currently pretending that the cold is my friend and that I love having it around.  I think that this will confuse it enough to make it lose confidence in itself.  Then it will have to go on a retreat somewhere in the mountains and leave me alone.  It's a theory, but I think it will

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-23698108192741851142011-03-21T17:54:00.000-05:002011-03-21T17:54:43.973-05:00

I have decided to compile a list.  I am cranky and I think that this will be very therapeutic.  It might even save a life because getting the grumps out has been proven to stop people from doing things they might later regret.  So, to that end, here it is. Sheepish Annie's Stoopid List: #1.  Winter Winter is so stoopid it doesn't know that its reign of terror is over.  Winter should cut its

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-15170440312010895852011-03-17T18:40:00.000-05:002011-03-17T18:40:02.623-05:00

Oh, my dears!  Sheepie is so sorry!!!  I had all good intentions of getting the Wednesday Night Bullet Post out in a timely fashion, but things just sort of got away from me.  I have no excuse.  It was Parent/Teacher Conference night and I had nothing scheduled from 11:30 in the morning until 8:00 that evening.  Time was on my side as was ample bandwidth.  I just got sidetracked and, before I

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-4383785824995260872011-03-13T18:22:00.000-05:002011-03-13T18:22:19.774-05:00

The Time:  1:30, Friday Afternoon The Place:  Ms. Sheep's classroom, where all have gathered to stare at the clock in the hopes that it will move just a little bit faster The Situation:  Ms. Sheep is sitting stock still, eyes bulging and teeth gritted.  She is frantically casting about to get the attention of anyone who might rescue her.  Her posture is no different than that of any other

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Ah...March!  It always amazes me how I can have a week off in February and so completely lose track of time.  When school starts back up, I leave the house in broad daylight instead of pitch blackness and I suddenly start thinking that spring might just make it to my corner of the world after all. The downside is that it is not spring yet and no one really has any patience left for this winter

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-30600512672185752792011-03-07T19:33:00.000-05:002011-03-07T19:33:59.021-05:00

There really is no accounting for taste.  Nor is there any way to get around the fact that we all have our own opinions regarding what "works" and what "so totally doesn't." I see handknits proudly displayed and worn that don't quite fit my own personal taste.  I often hear people rave over meals that leave me feeling nothing but an overwhelming urge to go get a pizza. I don't love every pair of

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-86351793499895275352011-03-02T19:58:00.000-05:002011-03-02T19:58:45.217-05:00

Everyone at school was in agreement on one thing.  The second day back is harder than the first.  At least we had that in common.  My students were so grumpy and out of sorts that they had little patience for things like structure, order, direction and education.  As for the staff, we weren't so thrilled with that either, but we didn't really have the same freedom to voice our objections.  It

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-75153995631177448372011-02-27T18:53:00.000-05:002011-02-27T18:53:40.031-05:00

Everybody has an inner dialogue going at some point during the day.  We keep it on the inside for a variety of reasons.  What we are telling ourselves might be hurtful to another or embarrass them.  Perhaps we know that it might make us look foolish or reveal that we don't exactly understand what is going on.  Or it could be that it is just fun to have a little secret.  Whatever the reason, the

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-66596333955554811772011-02-23T19:07:00.000-05:002011-02-23T19:07:27.845-05:00

It may be February Vacation here in Sheepie Land, but that is no excuse for not doing the Wednesday Night Bullet Post.  The days continue to march along regardless of my vacationing status.  Frankly, I'm a little concerned about that, if you want the truth. How I managed to schedule so many little things for this week, I don't know.  I suppose that a vacation always seems longer in theory than

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-9903027934910961502011-02-20T19:58:00.000-05:002011-02-20T19:58:47.220-05:00

It's all about the win/loss columns tonight, I think.  I don't mind losing most of the time.  If you aren't occasionally taking a belly flop on the field while someone else steals the ball, then you aren't playing the game.  Besides, the wins more than make up for the losses because they are the things you can't help but recall later.  I think I can spin any losses pretty well if I put my mind to

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-30596642981376164522011-02-16T19:38:00.000-05:002011-02-16T19:38:41.585-05:00

Maine schools have two vacations after the holiday season.  The first comes in February, right around President's Day.  This year, it is a week later than usual and I actually managed to forget that this event was rolling around.  It doesn't feel like the week before school vacation.  In fact, we've had so many snow days over the past two months I hardly feel as though I deserve one. I guess

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-65598705851623994162011-02-13T19:04:00.000-05:002011-02-13T19:04:31.498-05:00

I knit really good socks.  That's not bragging.  It is fact.  It also isn't some innate skill I just pulled out of the aether.  I knit a lot of really ugly socks before I got the hang of it and unraveled more than I finished at the outset of my sock knitting journey. I will always screw up a complicated fancy-schmancy pattern and that also lends some credence to my so-totally-not-bragging

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Hey!  Guess what?  There have been no storms this week!  Not one.  Just that nasty bit of flurries that kind of went on longer than we thought it would earlier in the week.  But that didn't amount to anything once the morning commute 'o terror was over and we actually had some melting later on.  Why it's been practically like living in the tropics here! Well...except for the mile high snowbanks

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-25964009737981379482011-02-06T19:24:00.000-05:002011-02-06T19:24:23.059-05:00

There are lots of reasons to love my sister-in-law.  She's smart and funny and bakes like nobody's business.  She's fun to hang out with and makes an effort to see that I'm included in all the going's on.  She also understands when my social abilities are lacking and being with the humans is just not going to work out. Oh, and I guess there's also the part where she seems to make my baby brother

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It's getting to the point where I can start recycling blog posts.  It snowed.  Then it snowed some more.  Then I didn't have to go to school.  Then I sat around all day doing far less than I planned on doing because there is something about a snow day that makes me feel like I have more time than I actually do. The only difference is that, this time, most of the state had the day off with me.  

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I had a dentist appointment on Friday.  I took the very first appointment of the day so that I could get it over with and still have some "sick day" time to enjoy.  I have taken exactly one half day off for illness so far this school year and I happen to think I deserve the time, especially after spending part of it with The World's Meanest Dentist EVER. Afterwards, I couldn't help but wonder

Sheepish Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564802976550099985noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341251.post-54313514570671338152011-01-26T19:17:00.000-05:002011-01-26T19:17:33.317-05:00

Yet another day spent nervously checking every news station to see if this latest weather event is going to bury me...and it's looking like everything is going to be okey-dokey!  I'm a teacher and I like a snow day as much as the next educator, but honestly!  I would like to get out of school some time before the new year starts so I think we really need to buckle down and get our perfect

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I mentioned last week that I was experimenting with keeping a few knitting books on my ereader.  It's not the right experience for every book.  I don't think I could bear to end my life-long love affair with riffling pages and affixing sticky notes.  But it works surprisingly well for some pattern collections, especially those I might reference regularly. I downloaded Wendy Knits: My

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Well, this was something of a surprise.  I fully expected that I would be sent home early from school yesterday.  Planned on it, actually.  Icy roads mean we get out of Dodge as fast as possible and the forecast was loaded with little sparkling crystals. What I didn't see coming was another snow day today.  I checked the weather on my ipod this morning, noted that the rains were still falling

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Let's see.  Where were we?  When last we left our intrepid Sheepie, she was buried under over a foot of snow and reveling in the end of the first snow day of the school year.  She was also medicating herself with a vast array of OTC pain relievers because the mean plow guy buried her car without so much as a fare-thee-well. The storm was a doozy while it lasted, but wrapped up fairly quickly.

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Yes, it is the first official snow day of the school year and I, for one, was rather pleased.  For the most part, anyway.  The part where I didn't have to go to school was very nice.  And being able to take a nap after lunch was really rather delightful.  Snow isn't my favorite thing in the world, but I am quite the Sunny Sue when it comes to finding the bright side of things. Plus, it's

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After having had a week and a half's worth of vacation, a weekend doesn't seem like very much.  It is nice.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not going to turn my nose up at a weekend.  But it is not a week and half.  It is less. Going back to work was hard. I get up in the darkest of darkness and stagger out of the manse into the same darkness.  I drive in the darkness.  For a chunk of the school year,

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Well, last week really messed with me!  I somehow managed to get off schedule and now it feels as if I haven't touched the blog in forever and six days.  Vacations are nice.  Very nice, in fact.  However, they do tend to make a person think that every day is Saturday.  I think I have it back under control now, though.  I'm going to do a Wednesday Night Bullet Post and that will set everything

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If you are one of those people who makes New Year's Resolutions but not exactly the "focused" type, you are probably in something of a dither right now.  The clock is ticking and you have but one last shot at resolving before you have to either admit defeat or come up with a very good lie.  This is, I am certain, a lot of pressure. Oh, it's not such a big deal if you made a little resolution.  

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I had a rather sickening realization this morning: I have been on vacation for a week.  It doesn't feel like a week.  It feels like it just started.  Christmas will do that to a person.  The days before (which I am grateful to have had off, don't get me wrong) are busy ones.  The days following are sort of devoted to recovery.  Then, just as you start getting into the whole business of relaxing,

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Goodness!  It feels like it's been an age since last we saw one another, doesn't it?  In truth, it's been mere days, but so much has happened what with the holiday and all.  I don't even know where to begin or what topic to stick with.  I guess I can just do something with categories.  That should work. On The Matter Of The Greenery... I never did get that Christmas tree up.  My intentions were

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I, your faithful Sheepish Blogger, has successfully managed to survive two days of teacher workshops and can now say that I am on vacation for reals and trulies.  I suppose there are harder ways to make a living.  One probably shouldn't complain about sitting in reasonably comfortable chairs and enjoying free central heating whilst others toil in the harsh elements for a few coppers.  But

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I purchased my Sony Digital Reader Pocket Edition (PRS300SC) with 5" Screen - Silver last winter using some cash I picked up teaching Safety Procedures classes for my school district.  It isn't a top 'o the line gizmo or anything, but I liked it well enough.  In fact, I even recommended it to my Cheerful Teaching Assistant since I knew she was in the market for such a device.  Frankly, I didn't

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The Boy For Whom All The World's A Stage thought today was Thursday.  I was kind of on target day-wise (for once), but that didn't last long.  By lunchtime, he had me so turned around I thought it was July.  It is not July.  It is December.  I also calculate it to be the 15th which is something of a problem since this whole Christmas thing isn't really solidified in my mind yet and that is going

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I am a person for whom internal dialogue is constant.  I have lots and lots of conversations with myself because I find me endlessly fascinating and because the cats only listen when some sort of food description is involved in the wording.  For the past few weeks, the chats with myself have had a theme. "It's almost time to put up the Christmas tree!  Isn't that exciting!!!" "Why yes!  It is.

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It is the week before the week before school closes for the holiday break.  As you can imagine, the days are long and patience is running short.  Thankfully, time marches in a forward direction and one only needs to hang in there.  Eventually, it will be over and I can spend some time pretending that I don't work for a living.  Meanwhile, let's enjoy some Wednesday Night Bullet Points while we

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It was a rough week.  A long week.  A week spent without the joy that is babbling, meaningless, shallow entertainment.  I'm talking TV, people.  I had none and it was no kind of life for anyone. When my big box o' happy blew up a week ago Friday, I knew it was gonna be a trial.  However, I made myself stand firm and not rush out to purchase a new one until payday arrived and I felt more

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Greetings, All!  Another Wednesday has wandered our way and it is time for Sheepie to toss out a few of the ol' bullet points for the general wonderment of the readers.  I shall do my best to stir up something with a little wonder in it.  Please be kind if I'm short on that, though.  Wonder isn't exactly something you can whip up easily these days... *I had a delightful Thanksgiving break.  From

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