Well kids (oh...roo!) you may have thought I was having one of my blogging looser moments, well i am back! Since you last tuned in not much has happened. We barely got the classroom together in time, thoug
h there is still little projects that need to be finished. Dear Mr. Parks is enjoying his little "po-dunckers" as I like to call them. He is rocking the 3rd grade, though he is exhausted more than can be ima
gined 98% of the time. Living the glamorous life of a 1st year teacher. We try to see eachother as much as possible, but that has turned out to about once a week (not enough to fill my necessary brandon quota.) I have offectionaly deamed saratoga springs "road kill city" due to the un-imaginable amounts of road kill i see on the road driving out to his place. Honestly, CRAZY!
In other news the "cows" part of the title refers to a letter wrote me where he refe
red to "being domestic" to "being a cow." Well this past little while I attempted to be a cow. I decided that i would sew a quilt for brandon. P.S. That was a HUGE undertaking. much bigger than i expected. So after 3 hours picking out fabric and many trips returning and buying more fabric i was on my way. It was so far from perfect, but it turned out ok. Thanks for everyone who helped and listened to be vent about the possible burning of the massive thing! P.s. I am not a very good cow!
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