Because I'm too tired to do anything but link

Friends, if you don't read "The Rabbit Room" on occasion, allow me to introduce you. Chock full of treasures. Ben the dear husband pointed it my way today. They have a weekly "Song of the Day" that is usually pretty great. This week its Jill Phillips. I think you will like it.

An Ode

I watched You've Got Mail this last weekend. It reminded me of how much I love that movie. I am unapologetic. It's just so quotable. And because I love it so much, I'm going to share some of it with you. I know that approximately 4.5 people will think this is even remotely interesting. Again, unapologetic:


"This place is a tomb, I'm going to the Nutshop where its fun!"

"Patricia? I love Patricia. Patricia's great. Patricia makes coffee nervous."

"What is that? What are you doing? What is that; what are you doing? That caviar is a garnish!"

"People do stupid things in foreign countries." "Yes, they buy leather jackets for way more than they are worth. They do not fall in love with fascist dictators!"

"When I get out of here, I'm going to get my eyes lasered. Ugh, where are my tictacs?!"

disgruntled herman

I certainly haven't been blogging lately. I've started a post and ditched it. I've thought about posting. I have not posted. And now, an unnamed family member is "disgruntled" (which, for whatever reason, is a deliciously funny word this morning!).

Dear Disgruntled,
Please accept my most profuse apologies. Words fail me. I have at my disposal a veritable feast of blog topics. My progeny is unquestionably the most attractive 10 month old who ever refused to crawl. My life abounds with adventure. Take for instance the 3 hours I spent yesterday FILING. Weep not, oh bored one! You too can splash about in the sea of delight that is 5 year old paper piles. Indeed, it seems positively ludicrous this very moment that I should have been so selfish. Imagine the insult! Enjoying my life to the full in all this banana mashing glory - subsequently denying my dear friends the escape from their dull drudgery that would be the tales of my spirited life. Forgive me. Unless I am swept away by marauding pirates before the day is out, it won't happen again.
sincerely,
Crystal

New Dining Room

We spent a lot of time this weekend working on our dining room. We painted and put in a new floor! I really like how it turned out.

This is a picture of what the floor looked like under the carpet that was previously in the dining room. Above you can see Ben putting the last few boards of the new floor in. I am pretending to be a part of the process. . .
Addison really likes the new dining room!

Ok friends,

I need your help. I need a band name. A good band name, that doesn't connotate long skirts, hemp or circles of love. Any ideas??

new favorites

High School Lunch Room

I'm halfway through my second week of substitute teaching. I agreed to do a two week assignment at my old school for a teacher who had back surgery. Its been very enlightening. I love to teach. Maybe I just love to be the center of attention . . . hmmm.

But today, as I was on lunch room duty, I was reminded in a rush of nostalgia (perhaps we could come up with a word with more negative connotations) of what high school tables meant. I scanned the clusters of heads and saw the easy distinctions. The table for athletes. The table for math kids. The table for the "trouble" kids. The table for the kids in wheelchairs. The table for the pretty girls. The table for the sporty girls. The table for kids who couldn't possibly be still in high school. . . The tables predominately for kids with darker skin. The table for theater kids.

So my question is, which table did you sit at in high school? And do you still hang out with people who would fit in that table today?