* my students. I don’t write about them that often, because they need their privacy. They’re kids, and they’re not “my” kids (even though I possessively, constantly call them “my” students). from the daily hello’s to the drop-ins, from the “i love you” notes in my desk to the way they’ve changed, grown, blown my mind in the two years I’ve known them… they are the best.

* I don’t think any of them read this blog (they rarely read my library blog, even though I keep shoving the url at them), but if they do happen to stop by… I’ll miss you guys, you are great kids. They tell me, You are the best librarian, and all I can say is, With students like you, it’s easy to be good at my job.

* okay, enough, i’m getting all bummed out now.

* i may or may not land a gig next year, who knows. “it is what it is” — anon.

* i’ve been loving all the nature out in our new neighborhood — the greenspaces, parks, frogs, green, green, green, snakes and tons of flowers, trees, flora and fauna. i feel bad i’ve been slamming on the west side for so long. it’s alright out here.

* i tried to make dinner tonight. I really did, i swear to you. you know i’m trying to be better about that, and not giving up and getting pizza 3 nights out of 7.

* But there was a meeting after school, and I spaced and forgot my phone and had to fetch it, so by the time we got home, it was later than usual, and blood sugar was low. It was a hit/miss thing, dinner. Hit: Fed the kids in courses — baby carrots, apples, crackers (what are they, horses?), yogurt and… they didn’t want what we were having, frozen roasted vegetable lasagna (store-bought), and Texas burgers. (Amy’s for both of those items.) Miss: everything else. Oh, wait — the big bowl full of sugared, sliced strawberries was a hit.

* the kids opted for cereal. not hot oatmeal (breakfast for dinner = yes, let’s do that). smart kids. the lasagna was awful, but the Texas burgers were good, once I doctored them up with relish and mango chutney. i would do breakfast for dinner more, but they don’t eat bacon. or fake bacon. sausage. or fake sausage. it’s waffles or pancakes or nuthin’ around here, and Steve usually fixes those on the weekends so…

* red wine was good, at least ;)

now steve’s making music and i’m getting ready for a shower and bed. end of the school year has got me by the throat, but that’s okay.

xo

wm

…and prolly i’ll say it again, but there are 2 reasons why i love country music:

1) the men are always sorry
2) and the women are always leaving

Oh, Ellen Aim & the Attackers, you were always so underrated.

OK, OK, now I know you’re going to want to hear “I Can Dream About You.”

Nighty-night!

xo

wm

found a reference to this in one of the diaries, too. yum. i miss being an English major.

— wm

Chewy Chocolate Cookies a la Granny

1 1/4 sticks Margarine or Butter
2 cups Sugar
2 Eggs
2 t. Vanilla
2 Cups Flour
3/4 cup Dry Cocoa
1 t Salt
1 cup Chopped nuts

Cream Margarine & Sugar & Vanilla, add eggs, beat
Put Flour, Cocoa, Nuts, soda & Salt in Mix.
Mix Well. Chill 30 minutes
Roll in Balls & in Powder Sugar.

Grease Cookie Sheet

Bake at 350 10 to 12 minutes

DON’T OVER BAKE.

You know who gave me this recipe? My Dear Late Granny’s mailwoman, that’s who. I can tell it’s my grandma’s recipe cuz it calls for Powder Sugar (not “powdered sugar”) and cuz she shouts “DON’T OVER BAKE” at me, even from beyond the grave. I love her so.

— wm