Boy, I’ll Tell You What!

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So. Realizing that my teaching license was about to expire, I went ahead and signed up for 2 online classes from the University I graduated from in order to get credits for renewal. The classes are only a month long and online, so I figured this would be a piece of cake and I’d just fit that right in between work and taking care of E.B.

OH. EM. GEE!!! (OMG!, in other words…or other letters…or whatever!)

Y’all. These 2 classes have consumed me so much that I’m totally sneaking away from my classwork to write this and offer up an explanation of why, other than posts I’ve committed myself to for PR reasons, that I might not have too much to say until the end of this month. Every waking minute that is not spent at my job or taking care of my child’s basic needs, or at a t-ball game is spent with my nose in 5 different books and writing article critiques. Every. stinking. night. 3 tests a week…assignments due daily…and two major papers to write before the end of the month.

WHAT the honk have I done?

Lavash (Lahvosh) Sandwiches

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Do you see that little sandwich up there? I’m convinced I could eat them for every meal and be a happy woman. They are called Lavash Sandwiches (or Lahvosh…I’ve seen it spelled two different ways online) and I discovered them in our local Kroger Deli. I’ve had these before at a reception once and then promptly forgot all about them. Kroger sells them for $3.99 for 6 and I just know I could totally make these myself at home if only I could find the lavash bread. Apparently our Kroger doesn’t sell it. Boo. And the bread is what totally makes the sandwich. I’ve ran across a few recipes online that I may try out next weekend. Do any of my readers eat these on a regular basis? I know I could just suck it up and make myself a ham sandwich already, but like I said…the bread is to die for.

The Gift of Nostalgia

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Last week, by sheer chance, I scored a great birthday present for my husband. Some family members and I were leaving the auditorium of our local high school (which just about all of our family graduated from, myself included)after watching my cousin in his senior play when I spotted a yearbook sitting on a table. I am one that just cannot pass up thumbing through a yearbook, even if it’s from 50 years ago or even if it’s not from a school I am familiar with. So naturally, my urge took over and I picked it up. It was from 1995, the year hubby graduated from high school.

I met my husband when he was a senior in high school. Back then we had absolutely NO romantic intentions towards one another, but we were great friends. He definitely didn’t care about things like school dances, school plays, or school yearbooks…all of the things I just thought were absolute MUST HAVES when I was in high school. He never purchased his senior yearbook and when I saw it just sitting there on the table the wheels in my mind started turning.

A sweet little girl that was in the play walked by, so I asked her if it would be possible to purchase it. She kind of laughed and said, “That? Oh, you can HAVE it. We’re trying to get rid of the old yearbooks because we don’t have any room to store them anymore.” Well, you would have thought she had told me I had just won the Powerball Millions because I gushed “thankyouthankyouthankyou” about 10 times and probably sounded like a spazzed out pre-teen. I was so excited and took it home and wrapped it up.

His birthday was Monday, and by then I had calmed down and realized that hubby probably wouldn’t be that impressed with my “gift”. I had a backup gift, of course, but I was more excited about the yearbook. He opened it and was a little confused at first, until I pointed out the year on the spine of the book.

He spent a good couple of hours looking through it, wondering what ever happened to so-and-so, laughing at how the students used to dress, remembering old teachers and friends. It was a trip down memory lane and he was thrilled to have his yearbook.

And we both agreed even the Powerball Millions would never be enough to make us want to go back and do high school all over again.