I have been thinking a lot lately about making a fire and toasting marshmallows. Yesterday I finally did it. I decided that maybe I should also have hot dogs. I don’t have anything against an all-marshmallow dinner, but I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to have fire-blackened hot dogs. Mmm…
Instead of my usual messing around with garden clippings and small branches and stuff, I got serious about getting some logs burning. It was an excellent choice. The logs made great embers. My hot dogs were delicious. My toasted marshmallows were even deliciouser.
It was a little warm for sitting by a fire, but I still liked it.
Talk Like a Pirate Day was a success. There weren’t many (any?) people at my school who knew about it, so I was doing a lot of explaining.
I saw a lesson plan idea that had kids take a nursery rhyme and re-write it using pirate language. It was writing day in Literature Class, so that’s exactly what we did. I handed out a small glossary of pirate terms, then gave the kids a sheet of nursery rhymes they could use for the assignment. When they were done, if they wanted, they could share their writing, but they had to use their best pirate voice.
There were some good re-writes. Of course the kids thought it was hilarious that treasure is called booty and that there is such a thing as a poop deck. What they didn’t suspect is that they were writing creatively and experimenting with dialect. Ehhhxcelent!
I write the date on the board each day.
I can’t resist sharing… Beth’s kids’ school had Dress Like a Pirate Day yesterday. HERE is a picture of them she sent me. Awesome! I love it!
Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day! ARRRR!
Last night was choir practice night. I met another Brad! He sings in choir. He said maybe people should call him Old Brad and me New Brad. Then we compared ages and found out we are both 44! Ha! When he asked my birth month, it turns out I’m older than him. I’m Old Brad, not him. Hehe….
After choir was over, I was a little worried about getting sleepy on the drive home, so I stopped in the grocery store to get some fizzy water. As I was looking for the correct aisle, I saw this sign:
Thats all there is in aisle 14.
I laughed out loud. The sign was accurate, but my fizzy water wasn’t in that aisle. It was in the soda aisle.
I am thoroughly enjoying the fact that I can drink coffee in the morning. Since I wasn’t at a desk during my animal hospital job, I could only have coffee before I came to work. Now I can enjoy it in the morning quiet. It’s almost like I’m living in a commercial or something.
I make five or six cups (as marked on the carafe). My coffee mug holds four cups, which leaves some extra coffee. Sometimes I get to that last bit of coffee, but most days I don’t. If it sits too long, it takes on a burnt flavor, which isn’t very pleasant. But on the plus side of things, that extra cup or two of coffee continues evaporating into the air and making the room smell delicious. I love the fragrance. It’s worth the loss.
It gets really dark when it sits all day.
Last night was Back to School night at school. When I have an engagement in the evening at church or school, it doesn’t make sense for me to go home and come back again, so I stay through. One of my co-workers told me that if I wanted to have some really good pit beef, there was a little place nearby. She gave me directions.
It was a little tiny place nestled behind a liquor store and next to an overpass.
Not much to look at.
When I ordered my sandwich (rare, barbecue sauce on the side), the guy running the slicer asked if I wanted to taste a piece. I gladly accepted. Oh… My… Gosh! It was unquestionably the best pit beef I have ever had. I could hardly wait to get back to school and eat my sandwich.
I skipped the bread and just ate the meat with a little salt. Best. Dinner. Ever.
I will definitely be going back. This is my new favorite pit beef place.