Million Dollar Poundcakes

I am not a cook.

However, I am (now) the sponsor for our school's chapter of National Honor Society. As a fundraiser to help fund the annual scholarship and other things that the chapter must pay for, we decided to do a non-traditional bake sale. We went around for two weeks, and got teachers and other faculty to pre-order the items we had determined would be made. After 38 items were ordered, we divided up who got to make what.

I was special enough to get to make 2 Million Dollar Poundcakes. So, I made one the night before, and then the other one last night. I can only pray that they turned out well.

I am feeling pretty happy though that they didn't get burned, because I am traditionally known for burning anything that has anything to do with bread. It sucks to be me, but at least I'm not the one that has to eat them!

So, for future reference, please don't ask me to bake anything for you. I won't be able to say no, and I won't be able to make it right.

Random Thoughts

Oh my gosh my desk is so messy! But, instead of working on cleaning it off by grading the papers that are on there, I am typing here. What the heck?

Also, I just wanted to update those of you who follow my friends' lives through me... my friend Amanda (the one with two boys and baby number three on the way) called yesterday to tell me that I didn't have to worry about buying the new baby anything pink. I'm gonna be Aunt Shell to another baby boy! Wahoo!

Okay, better go grade stuff... yuck.

Make a Joyful Noise

When I was a student in high school, I used to think that the coolest sound was the last note played by our orchestra as it rang out in the auditorium. And then I got older, and I was a college student, and I thought the best sound in the world was the loudest I could get my radio to go in the car. And then I graduated from college and started teaching... and the best sound in the world was the quiet of my conference period.

Then I was pregnant, and the most important sound in the world was the little heartbeat of my growing baby. Once I had my Micheal, I thought that the sweetest sound in the world was his little gulping noises when he was nursing.

Now he's getting a little older, and everything is funny to him. And now, the best sound in the whole world is when Micheal finds something funny and he laughs. His little giggle is SOOO CUTE!

Anybody know of any better sound in the world? I don't.

Bad Four Letter Words in Our Everyday Language

I have come to the conclusion that there are more than those Everyone-knows-them-but-no-one-says-them type curse words. These kind are the kind that come up in everyday language and the person that says them may not be aware of the degree of offense that someone else listening might take them.

Such is the case with a little word spelled P-R-O-M.

This year I am the junior class sponsor with another teacher here at school. This sponsorship stuff usually isn't a big deal until it's their junior year, and then a little more work when they are seniors. But, the junior class puts on p^*m for the seniors, and being the sponsors, we are the party planners and chairpeople of every p^*m committee ever invented. It really sucks. Not to mention that you would think that you could get a few parents involved to help take some of the planning and creative burden off of a teacher who is trying to plan this event, while at the same time trying to teach students so that they can pass that other four letter curse word... T-A-K-S.

So, this weekend was spent with 5 junior class girls at my house making invitations to this event, and then we planned centerpieces for the tables, and I think we have enough stuff ordered for decorations, and then we're just going to p-r-a-y from now until April 16th that everything goes smoothly. Oops, another four-letter school mandated curse word. This really sucks.

Not a Good Friday

I learned last night that my school sucks.

Not really, but I am finding out that other schools either get out early next Friday, or just plain don't have school at all. Why don't we? I want to be away from school so that it really can be a Good Friday.

Is there anyone else in the world that has to work on Good Friday besides my husband and his other public service workers?