The real reasons I became a teacher. LOVE them.
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Things happen to me, I write about them. Sometimes it's sweet, usually it's snarky. This blog is the true story of what happens when two adults and a bad beagle live in a house with two toddler boys. Take the whole bunch and transplant them in Georgia. Think you can handle all that suspense and excitement? Join us. Never teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.
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Oh my gosh!! I loved the Scholastic Book orders! I miss those.
When I become a teacher, I will possibly have an intense love affair with Scholastic. However, they are currently as annoying to me as telemarketers and slow clerks at Starbucks. How many times do I have to tell them, "Stop sending me books!" before they stop sending me books I didn't order, don't want, and always, ALWAYS forget to return???
I think I got most of my "Babysitter Club" books through Scholastic. I just loved those tissue-paper thin leaflets with the latest books. Ahhh, memories.
Office supplies . . . sigh! That's why my husband became a teacher. My third-grade son wants to be a teacher when he grows up, too, and for the same reason. That, and he wants to make posters and signs for his classroom.
Great blog!
I love a stationery cupboard! My husband knows that if he brings me a good stack of post-its or a stapler from work, he is guaranteed some good lovin'!
I'm pretty cheap aren't I?
ps. Hope that cold's taken notice of the eviction date!
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