1. Thanks to my sister Grace, I now have a ridiculously time/thought consuming activity for my Honors English students, who have thus far whipped through all of my lesson plans fairly effortlessly.
It isn't busy work, but hopefully it will take them longer than five minutes.
Grace helped by telling me some of the activities her teacher used while teaching Of Mice and Men.
The internet helped by giving me good ideas.
My evil brain helped by making said activity as challenging as possible.
2. A few nights ago, my Dad loaded up his trunk with pies from Marie Calendar's, and we delivered them to random people. And when I say random, I mean random. We drove around the neighborhood, and my dad would suddenly stop, point to a house, and say "Do you think they need pie?" Repeat until pies are gone.
That's how the drunk creepy guy who frequently screams at small children for trespassing got some Banana Cream goodness.
3. My youngest brother Clark gets weekly allergy shots. On days where my mother can't take him, I drive him to the clinic, and we go to lunch after. Today, both the clinic and Noodles and Co.* were filled with small children, or midgets, which is how Clark refers to anyone under five. Small children fascinate Clark, who did not grow up with four younger siblings.
"Look! A midget!"
"Holy Cow Steph! Look at how many there are!"
"It's like a convention!"
"I bet they're planning something..."
Someone needs to tell Clark that
a) Children and midgets aren't the same.
b) Midgets have adult brains, and are capable of planning a hostile take-over.
c) Toddlers and infants do not.
*We always go to Noodles, and Clark always orders the exact same thing. He takes ordering very seriously, and it amuses me. It also amuses me how Clark thinks I am a shut-in who grew up without electricity. Example: Hey, Steph, have you heard of a band called Radiohead?