We threw out our mayo last week because I accidentally left it out. As I made BLTs tonight, I forgot about that. So, out of necessity, I whipped up homemade mayo tonight. Don't worry, I pasteurized the egg.
Monday, January 16, 2017
While no one was looking, Eustacia took the victim’s finger from her Coach purse. It was wrapped in Prada, the ring on it — Louis Vuitton. The Tiffany Blue lining of her purse was unscathed. For this, she was thankful. A Tide pen wasn’t going to take that stain out.
She sat on the fountain’s edge in the middle of the park. Its elaborate marble edifice of lions roaring water soothed her.
This was her first time. She got the leather gloves right, she was certain. But this part, her signature, this was going to be the pièce de résistance.
It was the middle of the day: work and school kept most people indoors. She laid the handkerchief by her side, pulling on the corner, unraveling her package.
The long, white index finger spun around and slipped gently into the fountain, sinking to the bottom as tiny bubbles danced around it.
She stuck the kerchief in a plastic bag. She would deal with that later. After she put that in its pocket, she pulled out her lipstick and reapplied. It was time for some lunch.
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Sunday, January 15, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Day 10: I haven't been in charge of the clock and scoreboard for a basketball game in 2 years. I was rusty. When it came down to the seconds, the refs had me fix the time on three different accounts between 2 games. According to a student, it was like "eight, eight times Mr. Williams." Thanks, kid. If you can't stomach criticism, then teaching middle school is not for you. It keeps you humble.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Sunday, January 08, 2017
Saturday, January 07, 2017
Thursday, January 05, 2017
Day 5: With plunging temperatures, my evenings are going to become a little less relaxing. Mainly because of the fluffy ladies that live with us. You see, they love snow. So much. Like, it's borderline obsession. No, scratch that. It is obsession. The little one won't go to the bathroom because she's so distracted by eating God's snow cones. So, with the temps staying in the 20's and below, let the circle be unbroken.
Day 4: I'm the car person that cares about cup holders. Don't ask me about the engine and don't me about horse power, but you can ask me about the cup holders. Volkswagen is sadistic about cup holders in the Beetle. Traveling is nonsense because there's no place for my drink. Enter one of the best stocking gifts this year -- a cup holder that clips onto my vent. Traveling in the Beetle has just become easier. That old travel mug is another story for another day.
Tuesday, January 03, 2017
Day 3: For the past three years, Herff Jones has sent me ornament versions of our yearbook covers. This year's theme was a combination of a few different ideas from my students. I want quite sure what to expect, but when the theme was presented to the staff and they got to put their spin in it, the theme and design fleshes out. Each year, the kids bring new ideas to the table that makes the most recent book look so different than the book before.
Sunday, January 01, 2017
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
She really is cute. And has a shrill bark. Has terrible breath. Isn't very snuggly. Is bossy. Sasses back like it's her job. Is such a pest. Doesn't mind being held. Steals Nigra's ice cubes. But she's lucky she's cute. That's what saves her. And she'll rest her head next to mine on the same pillow. And then lick my forehead nonstop. #theholidarian #theblogidarian #maeveselfie