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We are all Friends!

Since bringing Baby Bliss (yes, his-well, hopefully it’s a he-name is Bliss for those who asked) I have been doing a lot of yelling.

I chose to yell “we’re all friends!” at the cats.  Because as a teacher, I know it’s better to pick positive words.  (We’ll ignore what friend means to a teacher, ok?)

And as a teacher I also read a lot of books where animals comprehend human speech.  So I’m delusional and think they understand.

It’s quite possibly working though.  This happened today
That is BOTH cats cuddling me.

Sure, it’s not each other, but it’s a step.

This step meant that I could be friends with my kitchen tonight.

I’m spending most of this week (Today-Thurs at the least) teaching Kindergarten.

It’s fantastic because they think I’m nice and pretty and hilarious.  (Sample comedy from today:  “In Canada, the last letter of the alphabet, that says the zzz sound?  They call that letter name zed!”  Had then in stitches.  If there were comedy clubs that catered to 5 year olds I could have a new career)

Being the funniest person in the room is hard work, so I tried to knock out a ton of food prep tonight while the cats were cautiously tolerating each other.

I got tomorrow’s dinner in the crockpot
Packed up my lunch:   Couscous + carrots + spinach + hummus
And yogurt (homemade again-I’ve made three batches now!) with blueberries
I realized the yogurt would be far more delicious with some granola.  And we were out.

So I solved that problem
And while it baked, took a shower.

Cause I like being funny and all, but I don’t wanna smell funny.  Little kids have no tact.  If you’re stinky they’ll let you know.  Repeatedly.

Teaching is awesome for your ego (“I like you!”  “you’re nice!” “you’re pretty!”) until the day you go to work with a pimple and have to answer the question “Mrs, what’s on your face?” all.  day.  long.

And now I’m going to go enjoy the blissful quiet of my cats not currently trying to eat each other.

How Takeout can paw this pathetic face I don’t know.
If you have pets, how long did they take to get along?

I made life!

No, not a baby my friends.


I made this
What is that weird gloop?

It’s yogurt my friends!

And we all know yogurt is alive.

(Well, if you’re Baby Brother you figure this our about six months ago, and get kinda weirded out.  But not so weirded out that you stop eating yogurt or anything)

(Also alive?  Sour cream.  Which I use to justify eating way too much.  Probiotics are good for you!)

Why did I make yogurt?

No clue.  Because I’m a hippie? Because I wanna be Little House in the Big Woods?  Mostly because I hadn’t.  And I wanted to see if I could.

(I may have avoided telling my husband I was doing it until it finished because I was a little skeptical of if I could or not)

I used the crockpot lady’s method.  And it worked!

Homemade yogurt is runnier (unless you add powdered milk.  or gelatin.  But we know the only Jello I eat is in shots.) so you strain it
My fingers are crossed that towel doesn’t now stank of yogurt forever.

Then you’re left with a ton of whey
Which if you’re me then goes in your fridge because you have issues throwing things out.   No clue what I’m doing with it.

But more importantly… you get yogurt!
Delicious thick yogurt

(I made the granola too.  I have a Martha Stewart complex)

What’s something random you’ve made from scratch?   I’m in a definite little house hippie mood over here, I’d love more ideas!

We topped it…

So, after our klassie New Years night, and our New Years Day run, we clearly needed to eat.

We realized that when you’re as close as we were to Mexico, you need to eat Mexican food.  So after a quick Yelp search to make sure none of the places around us were terrible, we set off to find the sketchiest one possible.

Cause let’s be honest.  The best Mexican food comes from a slightly dirty spot where you ask three times for your chips and have to rack your brain when they tell you that you food costs trece dollars.

The spot we found didn’t disappoint.  Slightly terrible service, amazing food.

I had a carnitas taco and a carne asada taco
The carne was good and all, but I wanted to have babies with the carnitas.

And do you see that giant mound of guac on each taco?  Love.

We walked off the food baby wandering around.  I was a fan of the Christmas tree
Those ornaments?
Beach balls.  Love it.

And I insisted on stopping at this spot
Yogurt FARM.  I was amused.  They also had sushi.  Not sketch at all.
Whatevs yogurt is good for you.

The more walking.  Since, you know, it was the only sun we’ll see until July.  (You will never hate Oregon winter more than when you’re realizing what winter is like other places.  Sunshine exists!)

It was insanely gorgeous out
(That btw is apparently the longest pier in the US or something?)

And watched the sunset
Redic my friends.  Redic.

And how do you end a day like that?

You find this
That isn’t a 7-11 friends.  It is a BAR.

A slurpee bar.  Remember how I said we managed to top the Jello shots in klassieness?  Slurpee bar.  (“Daiquiri bar” technically but whatevs)

You know we had to
(wow do my bangs need a cut too.  6 months between haircuts will do that)

You stay classy San Diego.


What’s the weather like for you?  I’ve been pouting since we got home.  So cold here!


Subbing is an adventure.

Some days, you get to have a blast teaching Kindergarteners about how to write a 2 (“boys and girls make sure after you make the belly on the two you make a pointy spot before you do the line”) and have them in stitches giggling at Duck on a Bike


Kids loved it.  “The duck is on a BIKE!” Giggles all around.

(no the book doesn’t have anything deeper to make it super funny.  It’s a duck.  On a bike.  The kids were rolling on the ground laughing.  I went with it).

But some days, the teacher you’re subbing for calls you the night before and describes her class.  “They’re like the velociraptors in Jurassic Park”


Adding to the list of things I’ve taught where I’m unqualified:  special ed, middle school, Russian immersion (seriously I’ve taught it), PE, and…. dinosaurs.

I student taught at this school.  It’s a tough school.  The poorest in the district last I checked.  In a housing project.  These kids have a lot going on at home.  There are teachers there who are just burned out.

It was going to be a long day.

There was a late start, but I still had to be there at 7:45.  I corrected some papers, ate breakfast
I never drink enough water unless my blood sugar is really effed (in which case I cannot drink enough.).  I get different water-ish things to make myself drink more.  Currently I’m all about the seltzer water.  Plus Trader Joe’s Greek yogurt (with an absurd amount of cinnamon stirred in.  So good.)

And wrote a blog post.  Which somehow was eaten.

Good morning, you’re teaching velociraptors and technology hates you.


Then I got a text from the teacher, asking me to please have the kids put their stuff into plastic garbage bags


Oh there’s a bedbug infestation in the housing project this school is located in.

Clearly, my day was just getting better and better.

And they’d added in a scripted reading program.

“Scripted” means I get a book like this
Blue = I read.  “Signal” = I snap, and the kids are supposed to respond.  The snapping feels like dog training or something.   Not a fan.

I had leftover soup for lunch
(which was tasty!) and got through the rest of the day.

After the bell rang, two girls asked if they could stay to work on homework. Most of the kids go to the Boys and Girls club after school, and there should be space and staff to help with homework.  But I hear it’s kinda crazy down there.  So as much as I wanted a dinosaur-less room, a snack, and an advil, I let them stay.

One of them, at the end, looked up at me with big eyes and said “I’ve never had a teacher help me with homework before!”

She’s in third grade.  And she hasn’t ever had a teacher take 5 minutes to help her with homework.

There’s a reason kids turn into velociraptors.

When you live in a neighborhood where people get murdered outside your school?  (yeah, that happened this summer)  When it takes your 4th year at a school before a teacher helps you?  When vandalism is such a problem at your school that you get ONE chance, and only one chance, to use the bathroom all morning?

And the problem is, I can’t undo it all.

But I can take a deep breath and say “sure” to something a child asks, even if I don’t want to.

Because really, I didn’t get into teaching just because I loved using pointers and white boards

(although I do love both)

And when you feel like you’ve got a classroom full of velociraptors, you have to remember that your job is to help them become people.

(and when you get home from working on helping dinosaurs become people, ice cream and ibuprofen are a totally acceptable after school snack)


I love fall.

I also love spring, summer, and winter.

You know how little kids get super excited to see tiny buds peek up in the spring?

And then are equally excited to run through the sprinklers for the first time in the summer?

And point out loudly to everyone that the leaves are changing in the fall?

And can’t wait for the first day they see frost on the roofs in the winter?

Yeah, I never grew out of that.

This week we had some fall-ish weather.  I love summer, but it was nice to have days where I could use the oven without making my whole house into an oven.

We used it as a reason to finally bust out the coupon for this

Butoni had sent me a coupon for one of their frozen entrees as part of Foodbuzz’s tastemaker program.

I’d been wanting to make lasagna, but not motivated enough to actually, you know, go beyond the wanting part to the making part.

I added extra cheese on top.  Because you can never have enough, right?

Served up with salad

The verdict?

Tasty!  It had sausage instead of ground beef, which made it extra flavorful.  It was high in fat, but that’s not shocking when it’s meat and cheese, you know?  And it was a nice easy meal.

Which I needed because the fall weather had me craving other things too.

Mostly this

I was quite sure that I had some pumpkin puree hanging out in my freezer.

From cooking down my jack-o-lantern last fall.

(Cooking down the jack-o-lantern because it’s foolish to waste pumpkins can be filled as reason #459 I am becoming my mother.)

I went through everything in the freezer.

And found…

Butternut squash.


While I’m pretty sure I could’ve used it and not know the difference, I was set on PUMPKIN.

So I went to the grocery store.


I cried a little, and went to the co-op.  Where I found organic pumpkin.

I’m sure being the girl buying only a can of pumpkin on the last day of August was not weird at all.

Whatevs.  I got it home and made this

Greek yogurt + pumpkin + honey + pumpkin pie spice, topped with almonds and more honey.


Made me want fall RIGHT NOW.

Of course, I am not totally done with summer yet.  I mean there is still this

No, that’s not a ball the cat has.

It’s a tomato from the garden!  First one of the year.

On a salad with roasted corn?

So much love.

I guess I can handle a little more summer…

What are you excited for in the fall?

I want SQUASH!