My third grade teacher was Mrs. Flanagan and I loved her. Mrs. Theodore, the other third grade teacher, told me if she could have any color hai, she would have pink hair. I loved Mrs. Theodore even more than I loved Mrs. Flanagan.
I remember the names of my 6th, 5th, 4th, 2nd, and 1st grade teachers. I must have had the same teacher for 3rd grade as swampy, ruble, and Seanette because I have a mental block on her name.
Worked, went to hockey, Canes won. 
OOOOO!:D:D:D
Sounds like my 10th grade English teacher, Mrs. Wilson.
FCM, it’s always swampy’s place, because somebody’s furniture and curtains do. not. match.:eek:
My third grade teacher was Sister Cabrini. I think she left the order the next year - probably because our class was as close to heaven as she’d ever get! 
The toughest was Sister Aquinas, but even she wasn’t mean - she just didn’t take any nonsense. If you were late with an assignment, she’d give you a number to square, then you’d have to subtract that number from the total over and over until you reached zero. I forgot to get a paper signed - she made me do 57. That was fairly mild - some kids got numbers in the three-digit range!
Good morning! 'Tis truly said that if you start your morning by eating a live toad, nothing worse will happen all day. Well, my live toad was cat hork on the kitchen floor and dog poop in the dining room (immediately after she came in from her morning pee.) Then I checked my email and saw that the customer is still talking about whether they want the contractor to hire me, so my interview is delayed till maybe Firday, maybe never. I’m glad he let me know.
Frankly, I’m kinda hoping they don’t want me after all. The money would have been nice, but driving across that bridge again is not my idea of fun - especially when the commuter option is $2.10/day. When I was working it was 60¢/day. Non-commuters pay $6 or more, depending on the number of axles. But considering the next opportunity to cross the Potomac is the Wilson Bridge on the DC beltway, this is a much cheaper option.
Thus, today is erranding. We need milk and I need Easter grass and some thin green ribbon. And I’ve got a couple of birthday checks to cash. And I may as well fill the truck as long as gas prices are still low. So good times ahead!
Happy Wednesday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 32 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 54 for the day and sunny. Better than snowpocalypse or whatever it’s bein’ called now, I reckon.
MOOOOOOM I have on occasion spent the night at OYKW’s place. However, I don’t like his kitchen. That’s ok, he knows that and is fine with the fact. Plus what with the hot tub, cee-mint pond, grill, smoker, etc bein’ here at da cave, well, da cave is more fun.
I always suspected my third grade teacher was an alien life form and y’all are provin’ it! She reproduced via mitosis and taught all over the country! :eek:
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. At least I don’t have to ride over the countryside today. YAY!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Mooom, we could schedule a stop in DC to pick you up on the way to SD, although we’re only in SD for a few days before we continue on our trek north. We fly back from Vancouver so we’re planning on stops in Santa Barbra, San Francisco and either Portland or Seattle (or both) before our final night in Vancouver.
Weather’s horrible today, wind and rain with occasional sneaky bits of sun just to confuse me. I have to venture out shortly as I need a card to send to someone, but I am waiting for the next sunny spell before I poke my nose out of the building.
Oh well, it’s hump day and that means I am taking the camel to the pub tonight!
Blurf.
I had an anti-nightmare last night. A dream I didn’t want to end, and I was lucid enough to know I was dreaming and the situation impossible. For those of you with dirty minds, you’d be sorely disappointed by the plot because it was decidedly not salacious, so there.
Happy Hump Day!!!
It’s a sunny 18 degrees outside, supposed to get up to 32.
I had Sister Francis Johanna for 3rd grade and I was terrified of her. I’ll bet she wasn’t any taller than 4’10" and I’m sure she could make an entire troop of hardened Marines quake in their boots. Once at a book fair she introduced herself to my parents and to my absolute frozen horror she put an arm around me and assured my parents that I wasn’t afraid of her.
Oh yeah I was. I had a different teacher for math, I can’t remember her name but she was fun. That she could make learning our times tables fun is a credit to her creativity.
I’ve got some kind of plumbing problem which I hope is not a big deal. We will see.
So it wasn’t the dream with the 2 poodles and the trap door??
I’m still in my fuzzy robe. I think I’ll mosey back to the shower, then run my errands. I get a free burger from Red Robin for my b-day and I need to claim it before the end of the month, so I think today’s the day. But I need to be clean and dressed like a more or less responsible adult before I venture forth.
Up, caffeinated, off to work in a bit.
Old Lady Zealsman!
The poodles would be someone else. When I dream of trap doors, it usually involves putting with cats. 
My first grade teacher was Miss Buerstrom, your basic spinster teacher. She wound up in the same old folks home as my grandmother, so I would stop to visit both of them.
Mrs. Sleeth was my second grade teacher. I don’t remember much about her except she was rather buck-toothed.
Third grade was Mrs. Groff. She was my first teacher crush.
Mrs Yoder for 4th grade was quite the come down. What a bitch…
Lastly, in 8th grade, in a public school no less, I had a nun that taught literature. Sister Miriam. She would do all the stereotypical catlick school punishments on us if we acted up: rulers across the knuckles, pulled cheeks, head slams, etc. I sit in amazement now at what she got away with then, because it would be considered battery these days.
I’ve been workin’ with the local public health district and local library systems to set up partnerships so I can place people in health departments and libraries for trainin’. Dang! I done good. [del]Minions[/del] Assistants and I are hard at irk makin’ appointments to do intakes and get people started in health departments and libraries all over the place. This makes da bear happy.
In my 8 years in Catholic schools, I never saw kids being hit with rulers (except by classmates) or physically assaulted in any way. Maybe the Sisters of Mercy were more merciful. But at least at my school, that’s the way it went.
Not that they were easy. They didn’t put up with crap, and if they spoke to your parents about you, there’d be punishment at home for sure. I can’t remember if it was Sister Gerald or Sister Charlotte, but if you were caught acting up, you’d literally be made to “drop and give me 20!” The only concession was that girls would do their pushups in the coat room, for modesty’s sake. The coat room was just a wall in the back of the classroom, open on both ends, where there were a gazillion coat hooks and a couple of shelves, so it’s not like the girls were being put in a small closet.
Mostly, punishment consisted of losing recess, occasional detention, and frequent writing of “Why I Shouldn’t __________” to be signed by parents and returned.
Rewards, on the other hand, included being allowed to clap the erasers and helping Sister change the bulletin board decorations. We all coveted those honors.
BooFae, iffn you come a bit north, you could pick me up; I’ve never been to Sandy Egger.
I remember my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. S; she was purdy. The other one too, Mrs B. She resigned from teaching a few years later &, with her hubby, bought the summer camp I went to as a Spiderboy from the original owner, who grew up with my dad. Personal connections to all the owners; no discounts, though.
BTW, didja see we got us another pair of jackboots in the mumper community. :eek:
Just got an email (in my junk folder) from the username of “Get the Skin of your Dreams”
The subject, “Best wrinkle cream on the market”
Mr. Lecter woulda been real excited until he read that it was only for a wrinkle cream. :eek:
Dammit, now I have to figure out how to suck up to new mods.
Blurf.
Got up later than I intended because I was out really late last night watching a movie with friends. Good times 
Up, dressed, and checking things off the “I would like to do before work” list. Time to crawl in the attic and put the last of the holiday stuff away for the year. I kept hoping those last three totes would levitate their way there themselves, but they haven’t.
Buffalo Bill, you mean. Mr. Lecter would be more interested in what was underneath the skin. He was nice like that. 
First day back at irk after vacation. I woke up at 4 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep. Now I have no brain.