This past week was very eventful, complete with treacherous roads, crowning ceremonies, skiing, and birthday wishes. Writing that sentence makes me want to take a nap. Here's a detailed recap for those of you who are waiting for the paint to dry (that was my warning as to the exciting nature of this post).
Monday, Feb. 4: I'll start with the celebration of the day the Lord determined the world had sat far too long without my presence: my birthday. It was all-around terrific, fabulous, and other various terms monopolized by the gay community. My very good and amazing friend, Heather, decorated my classroom and provided a crown (as mine is in the shop) for me to wear all day. My students sang to me (and I only had to shell out $10 a piece...forced adoration is getting expensive). I came home and was greeted by balloons and daisies (my favorite) purchased by my loving husband. My mother made me a delicious cake and Cottage Inn made me a lovely dinner. I received many birthday greetings from the wonderful people in my life...thank you to everyone who made the day wonderful! I did receive a camera, but it's still sitting in Best Buy, so I'll unveil it later.
Tuesday, Feb. 5: This was the day of the fog...the fog that forced every school in the world to cancel except ours. While driving I learned what it would be like to drive blind. It was the most fun I've had since driving through tornadoes in Alabama. Our school had a pep assembly at the end of the day that was previously scheduled to happen last Friday (the day the snow left the North Pole and took up residence in Michigan...AGAIN). So, our school doesn't have a football team, so they schedule their homecoming during basketball season. Last week was Spirit Week (or, for teachers, the equivalent to a colonoscopy received while trying to teach high schoolers). All the traditional homecoming festivities took place: wacky dress-up days, participation in games that involve projectile vomiting, voting for homecoming king and queen, etc. Along with voting for homecoming king & queen, WCA students also vote for homecoming king and queen...teachers. And on Tuesday, February 5, yours truly was crowned this year's homecoming queen teacher. Go ahead and take this moment to write your congratulatory letters. It was the "crowning" moment of my teaching career (oh, puns...God's gift to geeks).
Wednesday, Feb 6: This was the day the weather decided to diarrhea all over southern Michigan. Being a fan of dysentery in the form of weather, I was completely thrilled as I drove home fearing for my life. Ben took me to Applebee's for dinner where I laughed harder than I have in a long time...oh cheesecake, is there no end to your hilarity? (Okay, here's the story: Ben and I got key lime pie. I took a bite and commented on how it tasted like cheesecake. Ben HATES cheesecake. So, I looked at the menu to determine if it was, in fact, cheesecake and made him believe that it was for about 5 seconds....and...this story really isn't that funny unless you were there...so just know that's how cheesecake IS funny...moving on).
Thursday, Feb. 7: This day marked the 19th anniversary of when the Lord deemed it necessary for me to have a worthy sidekick and brought me Carolyn Anne Rick. My sister turned 19. We celebrated by taking a drive in my dad's new car (which makes grilled cheese sandwiches on command) to the Olive Garden where my dad made it his mission to make our grumpy waitress smile. I tried as well, but my sarcasm failed to land, and I think I just made her hate people more. Good times.
Friday, Feb. 8: This was the day that we drove (and by we, I mean high school teachers and some parents) 42 high school students to Bittersweet ski...ummm place. This was supposed to be a homecoming week activity, but was postponed due to school cancellations. It was a fun day. Heather and I didn't ski, but we did help students put on skis, were cheerleaders for students learning how to ski, and made fun of Sven, the angry ski instructor. The week ended in a drowsy viewing of The Bourne Supremacy. I think Matt Damon was in it, that's pretty much all I can remember.
All-in-all, a great week. February never fails to make life exciting. How can life be boring when the month starts out with an obese rodent prognosticating the amount of misery we can look forward to? Way to be Punxsutawney Phil.