Current mood:  sweet

Listening to:  The Colts/Redskins game in the background (not my choice...my dad's watching it)

I thought this was cute and figured I'd post it here since I have a lot of teacher friends, and also a lot of friends who might not understand where teachers are coming from.  I've highlighted the ones that ring true the most for me.

You know when you are a teacher when...

You can spot incorrect grammar and spelling a mile off.

You know all of the top children's TV shows.

You can make up games on the spot.

You realize there are never enough pencils/gluesticks/scissors in the world.

You see a child misbehaving in the supermarket you automatically give them "the look".

You have perfected "the look" which turns any child to stone.

You find yourself staring at blank pages hoping this will make a child's work magically appear.

You are immune to the smell of farts and urine.

A social life was a thing you used to have.

You know the life story of every single child in your class, and can recognize them all from the back of their head.

You automatically say "oh sugar" when something goes wrong.

You dread notes from parents.

You dream of decorating displays.

The word OBSERVATION sends blind panic through your system.

Weekends are spent planning for next week, holidays are spent writing reports and catching up on work you're MAJORLY behind on.

You can maintain a straight face in ANY situation.

You know that although school hours are 8.30-3.30, your day begins at 6am and finishes at 11pm.

You realize some names you will never name your own children, due to experiences with children who have that name!

Tea and Coffee are your life, and double doses of either of them are necessary during "report card time".

The staffroom is your sanctuary.

Packed lunches are a part of daily life.

You want to choke a person when they say "Oh, you must have such FUN everyday. This must be like playtime for you."

You also want to stab any person who says "Teaching? That's just about learning how to write on a whiteboard right?"

You know what all the "must haves" for children are right now.

You can sense misbehavior without actually seeing it.

The sound of the photocopier haunts you in your sleep.

You don't know whether to laugh or cry when someone says "Teaching? That's a 9-3 job! You're so lucky!", and you bite your tongue rather than biting off their head.

You say things once, then repeat them, then ask if everyone understands what you are saying, before repeating again.

You secretly love it when a child in your class has a birthday.

You get fed up with different news reports everyday from politicans telling you how to do your job - why don't they spend a day in a school for a change?

You find yourself using cliche teacher phrases that you swore to yourself you would never use - e.g. "pens down, arms folded, eyes front." "I'm sorry Reece, you clearly have something more important to say/be doing than concentrating on my lesson" "tuck your shirt in" etc., etc.

You find yourself pleading with supermarket cashiers for more vouchers for schools: "Can I please have your unused vouchers? You see I teach at..."

You start the beginning of each new term with a full set of stationery, only for it to go missing within a week. Therefore next time you write "MR/MS X" on everything, only to find this doesn't work either.

When you are out shopping in the town of your school you are greeted with at least five cries of "Hi Miss/Mr!!"

The people you work with (aka the students) are OBSESSED with finding out what your first name is.

You don't bother telling people much about your job as they never seem to fully understand the stress.

You count down the days till half-terms, holidays, bank holidays, weekends knowing that without them you would be headed for a nervous breakdown.

You have more control over/respect from children than their parents.

When you meet someone else who is a teacher, you have an immediate bond.

You still get nervous about class assemblies.

You come home every night exhausted, only to realize that you have at least 4 more hours of grading papers/lesson plans/phone calls to make/etc.

You read and understand this list, you know that most people don't understand this list/your career, and you still do your job the best way you can because you were destined to be.........A TEACHER!

Quote of the day: "Something is wrong with that deer.  They do NOT look like that!" ~me to my mom at Cabela's while looking at a deer decoy

Current mood:   chillin

Listening to:  the birds outside of MY window

Well, back at home.  That means dial-up internet.  Boo.

Anyways, the Phillies lost AGAIN.  That's now 6 games I've seen without a win.  I'm a tad bitter.  But I still had fun going to the games with Martin.  THANKS AGAIN!!!    So at yesterday's game, I got another ball signed by Jamie Moyer, and Martin got his hat signed by him too.  So that puts the signed ball count up to 5.  Still no Chase Utley signature though.     I also got two autographed ball girl cards for my brother.  Martin and I had our pictures taken again by another photographer, but it's not on the website.  I guess it didn't turn out, or maybe they figured we were on there enough.

Speaking of Chase Utley though, he finally broke his slump by hitting a double yesterday!  YAYYYYY!!!  Too bad that didn't lead to a win for the team though.  Oh well.  I'm going to another game in August..........that is if my family (and I mean my WHOLE dad's side of the family) decides to let me go.  They have now decided that Martin and I are a jinx to the Phillies.  I know they're just playing, but sometimes I wonder if I really am a jinx..... 

No drunk guys at the game yesterday.  Just a whole lot of dissin on Gary Matthews Jr. and Pat Burrell.  There were lots of heckling fans around us yesterday, as well as a little girl sitting behind us that was crying to go home by the 2nd inning.  It was still a great day to watch baseball though.

3 games + 5 balls signed + 3 pictures on the website + 1 Schmidtter + 213 pictures taken + 2 days of free Graham Slam ice cream samples + seeing Chase Utley break his slump + spending time with my sweetheart = PRICELESS

~jen

Quote of the day:  "I BET IF THAT BALL HAD A SKIRT ON IT YOU'D RUN IT DOWN, PAT!!!!" ~a fan who was heckling Pat Burrell after merely trotting down a ball hit in the outfield

Current mood:   hopeful

Listening to:  the birds outside Martin's window

Another update from Martin's house while I still have use of non-dial up internet! 

So the Phillies lost again.  That makes it 5 games that I've gone to without seeing a win.  I'm starting to get a complex!

On the plus side, Martin and I got on the Jumbotron again, and we also got two more baseballs signed by Jamie Moyer.

Martin also got to experience some drunk love.  There was a drunk guy (and when I say drunk, I mean passed out drunk) sitting behind us.  He was so drunk that he kept falling asleep/passing out and his head was back in the lap of the guy behind him.  Then he tried eating a pizza.  Bad idea.  He took a bite of the pizza, and then fell asleep/passed out again.  Needless to say, the pizza ended up on the ground at his feet.  He still had a huge chunk of pizza in his mouth when he was out, and I thought that he'd choke on it.  He later picked the pizza up off the ground and ate it.  (DISGUSTING!!  )  Then he got one of his friends to give him a beer, which he dropped onto the ground when he went into la-la land again.  The beer splashed a little onto Martin and I, but it wasn't too much so I didn't flip out.  Now....to the drunk love part.........the guy's friend decided he should take that guy for a walk, so they left.  When they returned, he sat down right next to Martin.  He had a water ice and was spilling it onto the ground, nearly spilling it on Martin.  When the guy passed out again, he laid his head on Martin's shoulder.  I WANTED A PICTURE SOOOOOOO BAD!!!!  It was hilarious, but not, all at the same time.  Eventually Martin just shook his shoulder a little, and the guy woke up and removed his head from Martin's shoulder, but it was cute while it lasted!  (Just kidding sweetie )

So anyways, I'm hoping that the old "third time's a charm" cliche works out today.  Third game in the series, last chance for me to see them win against the Angels.  I'm hopeful.  GO PHILLIES!!!

~jen

Quote of the day:  "Ask me where I was sitting when the Phillies lost the game." ~me    "Where were you sitting when the Phillies lost the game?" ~my dad     "RIGHT THERE IN MY SEAT WITH MY DANG RALLY CAP ON!  STUPID RALLY CAP DIDN'T EVEN WORK!!!!!!" ~me

Current mood:    sweet

Listening to:  the birds outside Martin's window

So I'm updating live and in person frooooooooooooom..........MARTIN'S HOUSE!

Ok, enough of the crazy stuff for now.

So apparently the Phillies (or at least their photographers) think Martin and I are a cute couple.  We got our pictures taken 3 times yesterday at the Phillies game.  We're in galleries 2, 38, and 60 on www.phillies.com/fanfoto.  We got on the Jumbotron too while we were waiting for autographs.  Which leads me to the next exciting news.....we got baseballs signed by Jamie Moyer!  WAHOOOOO!!!  I love going to the Phillies games!  Now if they would just start winning some when I'm there........

Also, I've decided to make it my J-O-B to get as close to Chase Utley as possible.  You better believe I'll be standing down by the field hoping for an autograph, a good close up picture of him....heck, I'll even take an acknowledgement of my existence!!!!  And no, I'm not a stalker...........just a slightly off-kilter NUMBER ONE FAN!!

Anyways, I'm out for now.  I've got to update Martin's xanga for him since he's engrossed in playing some baseball game on the xbox.

~Jen

Quote of the day:  "Do you remember my mom?" ~Olivia (Martin's niece)   "Yeah, she has the same name as me." ~Me     "Oh......yeah.  WELL I LOST TWO TEETH, SEE!?!?" ~Olivia  (she is SO cute!)

Current mood:  bummed

Listening to: nothing..........everyone's asleep

i guess this isn't really an entry, considering my entry is really a quote/realization i came to tonight.  here it is.

"i now know why i've hated shopping all these years.  it's not that i don't want the clothes i see.  it's that i want the body that goes in the clothes i see."  ~me