(I was going to make some sort of political joke with the title of this post, but couldn't quite make it work this early in the morning.)

As of today, my amazing husband and I have been married for FOUR YEARS. This seems extraordinary to me in so many ways, not the least of which is the fact that I have been lucky enough to find, catch, and keep a man who puts up with - even enjoys! - my weird quirks, habits, passions, and thought patterns, and that he is still my best friend.

I am not much of one for putting personal photographs on this site, as it is hypothetically my "anonymous" page, but I think I can get away with sharing the following. It is one of my favorites from June 25, 2004.

 

Happy Anniversary to the love of my life and the best friend any girl could ever have. <3

PS I would be remiss if I did not also acknowledge that today is our first baby's birthday. Happy #3, d'Artagnan! 

Hello?

Testing... testing...

Well, here I am. I don't have anything to say. Actually, I have TONS to say - but no energy to say them. That's not even entirely true; it paints a picture of me worn out, reclined swoon-like on a chaise lounge. I'm buzzing with energy, it's just that none of it seems to be being routed toward blogging. If anyone would like to talk about how to teach extremely remedial grammar at the same time as fielding highly advanced grammar questions in the world's most differentiated classroom, that would probably spark my enthusiasm. And I'm trying to put together a unit using Smoke Signals (one of the extended "texts" for my grade), some of Alexie's short stories, and something else. Problem is, I've also just realized that I've been made to teach "The Most Dangerous Game," "The Scarlet Ibis," and "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." I like all of those short stories just fine, but if you're familiar with them you'll likely recognize the same thing I did: not a single female character (except Mitty's nagging wife). So I'm looking for female voices, female characters...

Yesterday R and I rescued - captured? kidnapped? - two feral kittens. One bit me. It's a longish story that I ought to tell, but for now I need to go check in on them and try to figure out if they're drinking their water or not. I think they are 4-5 weeks old and weaned, but I'm not sure and it's worrying me. They're going to the Humane Society, except that it's too late today, I think. Then we need to catch their mom and get her spayed so this doesn't happen again...

Tomorrow is another day of school, but I'm halfway done. I heard a rumor about a possible job - a good one - and am hoping to get an interview this week. Who knows.

Hi everyone. Stay cool. I'll check back in at some point. :)

Even if you don't like cake, it is traditionally believed that you have to have some wedding cake lest you bring bad luck to the newlyweds. So next time you are at a wedding, even if you would prefer to stick to the mixed nuts, make sure to indulge in at least a nibble of cake.