When I haven't been stirring the pot on this whole fundraising debacle, I've been pottering around with all kinds of other projects.
I've got all kinds of seedlings patiently waiting bigger and better space to keep growing. They're on the front porch in tiny pots I made out of newspaper weeks ago...I might have to bring them in tonight as the wet cold weather blew in this afternoon.
I cooked up hamburger casserole for supper in a pot last night. I despise hamburger casseroles, but Team Testosterone eats it and some nights a mom just makes those concessions for the greater good. I ate sugar snap peas and grapes instead.
There are tulips blooming in front of my house right now and a cardinal hopping around on the porch. Mr. D's coaching a baseball game in the rain and the children are inside for the first time all week. They were so overjoyed at getting their bikes back from the bike shop Monday that they've ridden them NONSTOP. They're begging to ride them to school, but we live on a county highway which makes me so nervous. I trust my kids, it's the other drivers who scare me. Like the lady who tailgated me the other morning as I drove to school and then sped past me in a no-passing lane right in front of the high school where the 15 mph limit was posted. Where's a cop when you need one?
In other news, I'm subbing for a 2nd grade class indefinitely. I won't lie to you, the phonics instruction is dismal on my watch, but I'm nailing math, reading and science. We've been studying the parts of a plant and a seed all week. A little bit ago I dumped potting soil into a bucket to bring to school tomorrow. The kids will each plant a seed in a cup and another in a baggie so they can watch the seed split apart and the roots sprawl out. I just have to dig out some seeds to bring along, too. Other than getting the little knuckleheads to quiet down when they need to listen, it's been a fun week. Today was one girl's 8th birthday, so there was cake. And we went to see a Dr. Seuss musical for a field trip. The bus ride was hot, a bit smelly and terribly loud. I could drink a pot full of vodka after an experience like that, plus I'm not used to wearing shoes all day so when I return home with Team Testosterone my face has that glazed-over quality.
Naturally, when a girl earns pots of money, she looks to spend it. Believe me, I tried. Why is it when I have cash to blow, I never find any pretty things I love? It's only when I don't that I run across cute clothes and whatnot. What I really, really want is a kelly green cardigan sweater. So far, no dice. Ah well, there's always a greenhouse and a bookstore--two places I never have trouble finding things I love!
Spill it, reader. If you had a pot of money to blow on yourself, where would you most likely spend it? And where on earth can I find a kelly green cardigan?