Back Again.

It's Not Me! Monday and I refuse to not participate any longer. I am making myself sit down and write this today if it kills me. I miss blogging profusely and I miss seeing your comments. So, in order to make a comeback to my poor blog, I am going to give you a short (but well worth it, I hope) Not Me! Monday post. MckMama is so great at doing these and I have missed out on the fun. And even if you aren't interested in reading hundreds of Not Me! posts from around the world, go on over to My Charming Kids and check out her precious bunch. I promise-- you will NOT be sorry. And if you can't figure out how to click on one of my FOUR links to her site, well, then... sorry. Here goes...

I did not make three of my students cry on Friday. I did not have the audacity to change the colors of two of those three because they didn't understand the meaning of "BE QUIET". And, seeing as though it is a classroom policy to follow the rules, they most certainly did not cry as a result of the color change.

The other cryer most certainly did not cry because I made him write his REAL middle name on an assignment and not his FAKE middle name, which would be Orange, in case you were wondering. He did not insist that his middle name WAS Orange, causing me to wonder if he really thinks it is or that he believes his teacher is really gullible. I'm still not sure.

I did not cry myself on Friday in front of my kids because I was so tired and I just wanted them to be quiet. I also did not cry again while reading them The Other Side, which is one of my favorite children's books. One of my students did not say, "Who's getting the tissue for her this time?"

I did not cheer wildly when Heath Ledger won his "Best Supporting Actor Oscar" last night. I also did not tear up when they were talking about him and then announced his name. Oh, man. Heath. What a guy. And please, no Brokeback Mountain comments. I know, I know. We all make mistakes. Give the dead guy a break.

I also did not choose to be a little bit bitter again last night at Tyler for throwing away my commemorative Heath Leger issue of People when last night would have been a great excuse to pull it back out and read it for the 1,348th time. Ugh. Why would you throw that away? WHY? Okay, gotta get over that.

I have not already lost 10 pounds. I am not pretty thrilled about this. I do not have 15 more to go before I am at my goal weight.

I do not absolutely love, Love, LOVE my new Smartboard. If you don't know what that is, I would encourage you to look it up. You can even click on the super easy link I put right above. Basically, it's an interactive whiteboard and I am obsessed. It blows my mind.

And finally, when Dana and Malia came for a visit last week, the woman who cleans my classroom did not stop and TOUCH Malia with her RUBBER GLOVES that had been used for cleaning an ELEMENTARY CLASSROOM (I'm big into capital letters today; have you noticed?). Oh. My. Glory. Dana and I did not just about flip out when she left. I mean, who does that? Ew. EW. EW.

Okay, that wasn't as short as I thought. But it sure was fun. Let's hope for no tears in 3B today. I'll keep you posted.