Boyism of the day

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Our pets are weird

A couple of weekends ago we had a little snow, which just supported our pets' collective weirdness.  Here is Liberty on one of her approximately five million trips out and in and out and in...

 Alice spent the day plotting everyone's deaths--see that look in her face?

 Then she took up stalking Indy and plotting how to get out of the house.

 I mean, look at these photos...does she scare all of you as much as she scares me?

 


 Indy could care less, of course...

 Today my favorite pet is this bunny...it just sits there and looks cute.

 Scary, just scary.

 Notice that Indy moved up to the couch, in a vain attempt to protect herself from that cat.








Scariest photo ever...Indy and Alice snuggling.....eeeeek!

My student, Earl?

At my school, most of our classes for students with a learning or behavior disability are team taught.  This year I am the special education teacher half for one English 9, one English 10, one government per semester, and one US History.  The other day in my English 9 class, the other teacher wrote a mentor text essay to share with the class to show them what we want their finished product to look like.  He gave the essay a fictitious author, Earl Sweatshirt.  When students asked about Earl, my team teacher stated that he was a rapper and was one of my former students.  Turns out he is a rapper, but not one of my former students.  The kids have now spent two days trying to figure out how he was my student when he has lived in LA his whole life.  I don't know if I should laugh or cry....

The continuing saga of Tony da Fish

So we are suckers.  We felt bad for Tony da Fish, and Petsmart (The Evil Empire?) had fish tanks on sale for half off...so Tony got a new tank. Since he was a big as his old tank, I guess it is ok.  Here he is, checking out the new digs...

 And here is is new friend, George the snail.  I tried to video it, but wasn't fast enough (ironic, as George is a snail)...as soon as Tony discovered George, Tony began to head butt George and nibble at his shell.  His attacks seem to have slowed down, perhaps George is now inducted into Tony's Gang.

 Doesn't this give you the creeps?  I mean, if a fish could have a death look, then this would be it...

 Just to review...Tony da Fish was the smallest fish that Petsmart sold, is now about 3.5 inches long.  

A Little Princess

On of my favorite books as a little girl was A Little Princess by Frances Burnett.  Here's the link to the Wikipedia article if you are unfamiliar with it. Last weekend we watched the most recent film version and I kept saying, "Wait, wait, what's happening?"  In my defense, after I re-read the book, the movie was significantly different than the book so I'm not completely crazy. It is still almost as good as when I was twelve.  And the main character's name is the same as mine, so how can it be bad?  This is my greatly loved copy-a gift from my grandparents for my 11th birthday (or maybe my 10th?  or 12th? Any family members remember?)

Liberty the wonder dog

Once again Liberty has hidden her bone so well that we'll never find it.  No, no, wait...that's not a plant growing in my flower pot.

A video boy-ism from the far past...

This is The Boy, age two, checking out where our house was being built...