INFET posters - just giving you a little mention! I feel that I must apologise for those of you who read this blog hoping that it would inspire and be full of educational wisdom. I am sorry that I disappointed you all, and that the post on Toe Jam subsequently amused you on INFET yesterday afternoon. Please may I point out to you that this blog is for my amusement - that's right MY amusement only and you are totally out of order having fun over the horror that I suffered during the toe jam ordeal.
I do not even want to tell you the consequences of my writing about the toe jam incident were, but it involved him taking off his socks, which were like a wet dish cloth, and stuffing them into my mouth. It's all fun and games here!
Sunday, 18 March 2007
Separate beds
Due to my postings about toe jam and continual carrying round of a clipboard, to note down an amusing or witty comments - we are sleeping in separate beds and it was lovely. I had the best night's sleep I have ever had, no gagging as he breaks wind for the fiftieth time, no pulling the quilt back, no feeling winded as his arm falls heavily on my chest - nothing but blissful sleep. I don't think he snored either, he looked like a cute little baby all alone in that king size bed, spread out, taking all of it up and better still......
He woke up in a good mood! So separate beds it is!
He woke up in a good mood! So separate beds it is!
It's like being in the Big Brother House
Yes, those were his exact words, as I reached for my pencil case and clipboard to note down the joke he just made. Will you stop posting about me on your stupid teacher blog he ranted. I explained that this blog was nothing about teaching, more about an insight into my world and my actual real blog was about a particular educational issue so would have nothing about him in it. I think he was pacified, especially when I explained that lots of people found it very entertaining, and then I engaged him in chat about what he was watching on ebay. To make it up to him , I am watching ebay for him all day and keeping him informed of bidding.
My kids made me this amazing mother's day card with pictures of ALL the things I like - erm not sure what they meant by some of them - picture of 5 kids next to a 3 letter word - what was that all about? The things 14 year olds think amusing!
My kids made me this amazing mother's day card with pictures of ALL the things I like - erm not sure what they meant by some of them - picture of 5 kids next to a 3 letter word - what was that all about? The things 14 year olds think amusing!
Saturday, 17 March 2007
I wish he fixed things that quickly round the house!
My husband has his on engineering business that involves him getting covered in oil and usually having to apologise to the sales assistant in Sainsburys about his dirty hands, whilst paying for our shopping. Last night after picking me up from work, he had to see a customer which meant we had to go back to his workshop which I was up for because he's building a beach buggy out of a beetle.
He had picked up the beetle on Monday, and there by Friday was something that did indeed look like a beach buggy. Wow what a fast worker! But why can't he work that quickly with jobs that need doing round the house?
A good example is the kitchen ceiling, massive hole in the plaster and still not fixed. Follow this link for the story behind the kitchen ceiling, I would not give it justice by explaining it here but this thread still makes me laugh.
http://www.tes.co.uk/section/staffroom/thread.aspx?story_id=2248327&path=/Personal/
Yes the kitchen ceiling really did fall on my head, and yes I went to work suffering from concussion only to be taken by my TA to the NHS drop in centre, who sent me home to recover for two days.
juliateacher
He had picked up the beetle on Monday, and there by Friday was something that did indeed look like a beach buggy. Wow what a fast worker! But why can't he work that quickly with jobs that need doing round the house?
A good example is the kitchen ceiling, massive hole in the plaster and still not fixed. Follow this link for the story behind the kitchen ceiling, I would not give it justice by explaining it here but this thread still makes me laugh.
http://www.tes.co.uk/section/staffroom/thread.aspx?story_id=2248327&path=/Personal/
Yes the kitchen ceiling really did fall on my head, and yes I went to work suffering from concussion only to be taken by my TA to the NHS drop in centre, who sent me home to recover for two days.
juliateacher
Thursday, 15 March 2007
More jam! Of the musical variety.
My eyes are tired, I yawn and sigh. I am enraged, and not amused. The sound of free-form jazz, merry talk and laughter flows through the walls from next door. My husband snores on, oblivious to the fact that our neighbours are jamming again.
Next door neighbours, who'd have them? Well we've got ours, a classically trained concert pianist and a Californian drummer called Ted. They used to be the perfect neighbours but that was when they both worked on cruise ships.
It is 3:23 am, it has been quiet for 10 minutes, is it possible they have worn themselves out? Have they finally stopped? Why does the pounding continue inside my head? Oh, why do I live next door to a concert pianist and a Californian drummer called Ted?
Juliateacher
Next door neighbours, who'd have them? Well we've got ours, a classically trained concert pianist and a Californian drummer called Ted. They used to be the perfect neighbours but that was when they both worked on cruise ships.
It is 3:23 am, it has been quiet for 10 minutes, is it possible they have worn themselves out? Have they finally stopped? Why does the pounding continue inside my head? Oh, why do I live next door to a concert pianist and a Californian drummer called Ted?
Juliateacher
The toe jam challenge
With reference to non-cross contamination of foot fungus left and foot fungus right.
Last night, after dinner I was subjected to the most awful task, I was forced to rub my husband's feet. The experience of my little left pinkie between the sweaty toes of his left foot was an experience which was awful and dread consumed me, as I knew the toes on his right foot were eagerly waiting.
"Suffer for your blog!" he laughed evily, as I wretched, his toes all sticky and the smell of his feet filling the room. "Now, do my right toes," he demanded, "I've just gone back to work after an operation. If you loved me you'd show me some attention."
So knowing the fate that awaited it, my poor right pinkie began the deed - in between the little toe rubbing gently, covering itself in toe jam.
I knew what was coming next, "Smell your fingers, go on," he urged then in a playful manner, grabbed me and my fingers got closer and closer to my nose - the smell of toe jam overwhelmed me. "Get me a bowl!" I wretched.
Just in time, it arrived and was soon filled with my sick.
I have suffered for this blog, I confess that I couldn't help the quick glance down into the bowl - no carrots but there were definitely spring onions!
Last night, after dinner I was subjected to the most awful task, I was forced to rub my husband's feet. The experience of my little left pinkie between the sweaty toes of his left foot was an experience which was awful and dread consumed me, as I knew the toes on his right foot were eagerly waiting.
"Suffer for your blog!" he laughed evily, as I wretched, his toes all sticky and the smell of his feet filling the room. "Now, do my right toes," he demanded, "I've just gone back to work after an operation. If you loved me you'd show me some attention."
So knowing the fate that awaited it, my poor right pinkie began the deed - in between the little toe rubbing gently, covering itself in toe jam.
I knew what was coming next, "Smell your fingers, go on," he urged then in a playful manner, grabbed me and my fingers got closer and closer to my nose - the smell of toe jam overwhelmed me. "Get me a bowl!" I wretched.
Just in time, it arrived and was soon filled with my sick.
I have suffered for this blog, I confess that I couldn't help the quick glance down into the bowl - no carrots but there were definitely spring onions!
Ronan's podcast to American school
* Click here to listen to our Podcast from the first live chat session with our American school link.
Ronan's going to be pleased he gets his own entry on my blog! ;)
Juliateacher
Ronan's going to be pleased he gets his own entry on my blog! ;)
Juliateacher
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