Teachers really are superheros

So, yesterday was "Superhero Day" at our middle school. Most of the time I skip this one because I don't follow Marvel close enough...but since this is our last semester here, I thought "Why not?" Colin and I found some super crazy glasses at Party City, lots of red stuff at the Goodwill (although the tights were a momento from college track and field), and red hair spray. After the two of us got high of the hair spray stylin' the 'do, I blazed my way to school to surprise all the youngsters. And wouldn't you know, their first comments were "I thought we weren't allowed to dye our hair for school spirit days, Mrs. Roberts." Don't they know that teachers, for the sake of the ridiculous, bend the rules? (sigh) Someday these overachievers will learn to have fun...for now, they just relish the making fun of their strange (but let's be honest, SUPERFUN) teachers!

The beloved auto mechanic

I don't want to complain, because who wants to read complaints? I mean really. It doesn't make anyone feel better but yourself. So, I won't. But if I were to complain, I'd start with my feelings toward my auto mechanic. We've spent nearly a month telling him of one problem with the Subaru, and currently he's finally finishing up some fixin' that was supposed complete oh...say...um weeks (many $$$) ago. Now, one might believe this non-complaining lady was possibly cranky, and there might be an element of truth to that accusation. And if I were a complaining woman (which I'm not, of course), I'd say it would have to do with the fact that we were supposed to be on the road home (to Maryville, TN) 3 1/2 hours ago. Yet, here I am with you...not complaining, because I'm glad you care about the going ons of the Roberts household, but catching up on my Facebook account and a number of other things that probably would have been time better spent. But I'm not complaining. Just waiting....waiting... And I'd venture to say this will be the last time we're close customers of Henry's (except probably to register Colin's truck this month...). Here's to arriving home at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. But I ain't complaining.

Pastor Andrew at 40

Before and After.....Business in the front, party in the rear. A good surprise b-day was had by all (the mullet wig was discarded much too soon)

Monsoon Bistro

Our dearest Indian friend (and our only) treated us to dinner at a lovely Vietnamese restaurant this evening. While I enjoyed scallops, Colin and JoJo hunkered down over some spicy chicken. And the best part of the evening was that we had wonderful service--plus we could bring our own wine. Wine always makes our meals with Joseph a lovely fanfare. Post dinner we sped (the guy averages 90 mph--no joke) away in his sports car (the BMW SI...something or another) to the theater-which was sold out of the movie we wanted to see. So, instead, we had a little middle school fun. Joseph was in the mood to "abuse" someone, and so we gave him our dear friend, "Fiesta Frank's" phone number. Before long, Frank was listening to an Indian asking him about details of his life that only to which his friends would be privvy. And while it was adolescent fun, we enjoyed quite the laugh--as did Frank--as he tried to interpret Joseph's accented English vocabulary (mixed with a few Spanish words newly apprehended). A lovely evening enjoyed by all--and I owe Monsoon Bistro (and our date, Joseph) many a thanks. Now, a little wii before sleep. I plan on whipping Colin in some bowling...

Appendicitus

Well, here we are. Joining the network of blogging. Now I'm really going to understand the new terms people throw around. So, what's up for my first blog? Well, appendicitus. I've had strange pains around my lower right hip. Colin's already missing his. And of course, in typical Elisa fashion, I assume I'll be losing mine too. Yet, I think it turned out to be a case of the flatulents (sigh). Man, will I ever be able to sense the difference between gas pains and an actual emergency?

Anyhow, other news. I woke up at 4:30 this morning afraid that my windchime was keeping my upstairs neighbor awake. Mind you, I didn't hear any rumbling footsteps above me, but I awoke to the crazy wind...and then I heard the bells ringing loud and clear. I think they sound pretty. But Colin already advised me to take them down once (which I did..but I missed them). Long story short, I threw on some pants and got a rubberband. Then I trekked outside, grabbed the chime, and hushed it up. I finally slept about 5:00 a.m.

Ok...so I'm running out of juicy stories. Man, this blogging thing is the bomb! :) And I'm a willing geek!