I lernt sumthin 2day!

In history today I learned "TTFN". That's what the professor said to me just before I left. I said "What?" And he said "TTFN. Ta-Ta For Now. Winnie the Pooh."

LOL!! Love it. And I happen to have an Eeyore cell phone case. (Bought mostly because it is a beautiful dark purple, but I do like Eeyore too.)

I am sleepy.

Comment allez-vous, jolly good.

Why do I manage to do a British accent when I practice my French? Now I sound even weirder... not even like an American trying to learn French, but an American doing a British accent doing French. Ooooo, an international threeway!

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I really do not have much to say. I can't think of anything funny from any of my classes right now... and life is just SOSDD basically.

I know, what a useless post, right? I just feel so bad for not saying much lately. Mostly it's just because of SOSDD. Homework. Tests. Going to school.

I'll have to pay more attention to blogging (blooging) fodder in my classes.

Happy March

So, March, huh? Okay, welcome to you!

no linkie for you

Well, nuts. Google just changed some links around and they took out a direct link from your Gmail to Blooger. That super sucks. Or how about thuper thuckths? Good grief, me and another student got silly in French today saying "What would a French person with a lisp sound like?"

Speaking of the sillies... here we go.

My French teacher talked about how cheese is serious bidnez in France and how when she was over there they would go "You have to learn how to cut the cheese."
*snicker*

My history teacher... I can't even fully explain how this happened, but it did and he erased it before I could get a cell phone pic of it. He wrote Treaty of Paris on the board but it totally came out looking like Treaty of Penis. Probably why he erased it fairly quickly.

I am really enjoying that guy now, especially since I understand a little better how his lectures and storytelling go. Today he got a little deep into what he calls "Sex and sin scandals". He keeps saying these wry wit humor jokes that get me. I can't even remember all of them and I sure wish I could. But one of them was he handed a girl her graded paper and says "18. That's a good score. *pause* Out of 500." I don't know. I sure wish I could remember some of the other things that he says. This guy is indeed a gem.

He is a great teacher because I really hate history and don't care to study it, but now he has me wanting to explore more and more about most everything he talks about.

I'm still working through life here. It's just been a few really difficult things I don't want to talk about right now. But the outcome looks pretty good right now.

While I'm editing to fix a typo, I'd also like to say I wish I could write down some flashes of memories before they vanish. I seem to have a memory pop into my head and then before I can really write anything, I get distracted and it goes away. Oh well, not a big deal.

forget gesundeit

Well, life has been emotionally difficult and tumultuous for me... but I won't be going into that.

I thought I would share a quick funny moment of my day today. In French class a girl sneezed and this guy turns to her and says "Salut". I chuckled inwardly about it and the next thing I knew my teacher was giggling to herself so bad she had to put her book down. The guy really had no idea what he did wrong.

It's like this in English:

Person A: *A-choo*

Person B: HI!

Not really a whole lot to say lately. Just plodding away at school and life. Dealing with homework, studying for tests and working on this bureaucratic mess called financial aid and higher education.

It has not been fun.

Shmoo Story Time

I have another amusing story I'll try to paint for y'all. That's right, y'all. Deal.

Anyways, I used to be a school bus driver. I had this really awesome job where I did almost nothing but field trips. I loved the traveling. I went to Denver a million times, I got a bus stuck in the mud in Alamosa and I took a lovely overnight trip to Glenwood Springs. (but that trip had some unfortunate issues.)

Well, the thing I want to talk about right now is one trip up to Denver. I drove some middle school kids to the state capitol building where they were to stay all day. I was allowed to bring my husband with me on these trips, so he came that day. We hung out on the 16th Street Mall and walked around. It was so fun and I was paid to do this!

Ok. I just spent 30 minutes searching for these photos on some discs I burned last year. This post totally needs pictures. But that 30 minutes wasn't much fun.

Anywho... here we go.
This is Shmoo. This is my husband Ryan lugging the Shmoo down 16th Street Mall.


We bought Shmoo in some odd shop on the 16th Street Mall. He's carved out of wood and he's pretty darn heavy. Ryan talked the lady into giving us a discount for him. I love anything ferret and otter related. And other creatures of course in the mustilidae family.

Here is Shmoo posing in front of the Colorado State Capitol in Denver. (the buses get to park in front of this place for free.) Not to mention that is where the field trip people are.


Here is Shmoo on the bus getting ready for his big ride home. The people on this field trip got the biggest kick out of Shmoo. They even took pictures of him on their cell phones.


And this is just the odd fun we like having with Shmoo. We like to dress him up. He happens to have a "Happy Mother's Day" balloon around his neck... I don't know exactly why. The Shmoo attracts odd things.

Mushrooms go down in history

I don't know if I can paint this picture correctly.

Ok. My history teacher is a wisp of a man, about 60 years old and feisty as hell. But he's not necessarily frail either, he cross country skis and hikes, etc. He is just a character.

In the classroom there are sliding white boards, and so he slides one out from under the map he has posted over half the board. Lurking underneath the map a fine mushroom illustration. My teacher finishes up his sentence, but you can see the wheels turning in his head as he grazes upon this fungus drawing.

The young juvenile delinquent dude fine upstanding young man is giggling away behind me, I know what he's thinking about.

My history teacher rolls with it and starts talking about how when women were abused centuries ago by their husbands they would then serve the delightful fellow some mushroom soup. I think it should be called "Husband Be Gone" soup.

Tee hee!