This morning I made the perfect pot of coffee.
It's always hit or miss with me...I use the same amount, usually, no matter what brand I buy. There are so, so many to choose from up here, from small shops that roast their own beans, to local and regional brands sold at the grocery store. Because I love coffee, I even tried some organic blend once from a Seattle company. It was gross. I've read about brewing coffee on the internet. A few years ago I started using more coffee than I thought I needed and it started tasting better. Now, I've lost the touch. But not today...Today my Archer Farms from Target brand coffee turned out just right. Just. Right. Last night some spouses from my husband's squadron got together to do one of those put-meals-together-and-freeze-them-for-easy-dinners deals. I've done this once before - my sweet neighbor offered to split the meals with me (because we both have just two adults in the house, and the meals serve at least four) and it turned out to be relatively cheap, definitely easy, and fun to boot. However, some of the meals were less than par, and we ended up throwing out almost a whole chicken. Last night we had a great time, aided by the fact that we brought desserts and wine. I made six different meals, and halved them, so that we have twelve meals for two (although some look like they will end up with some serious left-overs). I'm excited to try them as they all looked really good. I felt like I knew which choices would be the best for us after doing this once already. I'm most looking forward to the Adobo Chicken and the Shrimp and Pasta with Pineapple Salsa. I'm saving them for when Will gets home. One of the best things about the event was that the business is owned and operated by two military spouses whose husbands are in another squadron at our base. They give a 20% military discount...nice.
I'm taking today off...no subbing for me. I've been working almost every day for a few weeks, which I know sounds pathetic to those of you who work full time, but until moving here I have worked full time since college and let me tell you what - subbing one day is the stress of two days of a full time teaching job, if not more. You would think that with no lesson planning, no grading, no evaluations, no conferences, and no inservice it would be less stressful. But, in all honesty (and it is somewhat hard to admit), the planning and grades and evaluations and conferences and (ahem) inservice are all worth it because you KNOW your school, your kids, your administrators, and your curriculum. I walk in blind. Often with no lesson plans, no materials, no seating charts, no discipline instructions, no rosters, no CLUE. Unfortunately, this is more often than not. Yesterday was the FIRST day I've subbed and had seating charts and rosters and clear instructions...oh, and answer keys! (It was math.) I am exhausted at the end of the day because I've had to invent a day's curriculum by leafing through books, asking kids what they did the day before, and pulling tricks out of a hat, all the while trying to look utterly cool, collected and prepared. I've talked to other teachers, principals, and even the district office, and they all told me the same thing - the teachers ALL have a substitute binder provided by the district (they just have to fill it out themselves) and they go through training on how to prepare for a sub. Um...okay. I'm going to go ahead and say the training didn't work. Have they heard of reteach? But, this is my best shot at ending up with a full time teaching job next year. And when I get too ticked about it all, I can take a day off (like today). I'm very, very thankful for that.
Okay, now that I'm done ranting I'm going to enjoy my second cup of perfect coffee.
Oh, one more thing...Purely out of curiosity, I am wondering if all Wal-Marts around the country carry Organic Socks??? And not even some random local brand, but Faded Glory? I stopped in my tracks, stared for what was probably too long, and even laughed a little to myself (because I know no one else in our store would have thought it was funny). Organic Socks. Is it because the pesticides are carried through the cotton to my feet? Maybe one of you has the answer...
















































