(Continued)

"Here we are
in a house full of roomies.
To talk about our lives
and the 'ventures of the day.

"We want to talk to you
Though you may not live here too
But we're gonna talk to you
We don't care what you say!

"Talkin' it up!
On the Fauf n' Jenn Talk Show
Talkin' 'bout hot tubs
Talkin' 'bout cozy 'letric blankets

"Talkin' it up
On the Fauf n' Jenn Talk Show
Talkin' 'bout facial masks
And organic mac n' cheese!"

Fauf n' Jenn Talk Show

So right now pretty much the funniest thing in my life is the Saturday Night Live skit that Jimmy Falon and Justin Timberlake do: The Barry Gibbs Talk Show. Some individuals think it not that funny, but I think it is hilarious, almost to the point where I need to watch it daily. (Don't judge me, Roswell!) I was thinking that my roomie and I should do our own version because while we do not have chest hair or really cool medallions, we do have important issues to sing and talk about.

"Talkin' it up
on the Fauf n' Jenn Talk Show.
Talkin' 'bout life n' such
talkin' 'bout real roomie issues!

Talkin' it up
on the Fauf n' Jenn Talk Show
Talkin' 'bout Gilmore Girls
and that crazy kid Twinkie!"

A Change in the Wind, Says I

This week is quite exciting because it marks the birth of spring and all things lovely associated with this bloomin' season. I decided to be creative to welcome spring '07. It will be magical!

S urprises for Fauf because of her day
P etals a-blooming and scenting the air
R aindrops on roses and sunshine in May
I dress in pastels so pretty and fair
N ights become warmer and welcome our play
G od smiles on spring and shows us His care

Indulgence

There are times in life when a little perspective is needed. There are times in life when one should step back from oneself and one's life and just look at things objectively. There are times in life when one needs to re-evaluate one's life. I wish I could tell you that right now is one such time, but it's not. On the contrary, I feel this blog needs to relish the ridiculous things consuming my life. I feel that now is not the time to step back, look at my ridiculous life, and gain some perspective on it. Nay, I feel I need to completely give into the ridiculousness of my life. So here goes...

1. Gilmore Girls is pretty much the greatest thing I'm watching right now, and I find myself being pulled into the characters and drama of this show. I feel no inclination to get a grip on reality.

2. I'm very much in love with Michael Shaw and don't care how much of my heart I've given away. Do not caution me to guard my heart any longer because it is too late for that.

3. My mind is buzzing with wedding plans and I am looking greatly forward to the next three and a half months. Don't anyone try to give me the whole 'calm-down-and-remember-it's-only-one-day-out-of-your-entire-life' speech.

4. My students performed a play for our chapel today and of course it had to do with Neverland. They all came to school dressed as indians, fairies, pirates, etc. and I do believe there is an element of magic in my classroom. Please save your lectures on reality v. imagination.

Read At Your Own Risk

Fie upon this ridiculous time change! Fie upon the knave that conspired it! Fie, fie, fie!

(Sorry for reverting back to Shakespearean days when coloroful characters in tights waltzed around screaming "FIE!" upon every knave and rogue, whether they were disgusing themselves as members of the opposite sex or merely contemplating suicide.)

So whether you could tell or not, this time change has thrown me a bit off-kilter. Last night it was 10:30 pm before you could say "Bob's your uncle" (which may or may not be true for you, but somewhere in this roguish world it is true for some poor sap). But I did not feel even inclined to think about going to bed. Why? Oh, that's right...because it was REALLY 9:30pm! So it was about 11:45 (REALLY 10:45) when I actually closed my eyes and drifted off to Neverland.

THEN this morning my alarm went off and when I glanced toward my window, I noticed that even the sun was rebelling against this unnatural tyranny and wasn't quite up to its usual height. I thought this highly unfair, but I guess "not all is fair in love and war" (yes, I re-wrote it). I am in love and we are at war (not me and my love, of course), so I feel this statement is applicable to me.

I continued to have a ridiculous day with my students. I babbled on this morning about nonesense, but like all great teachers, I made it sound extremely important and detrimental to their passing the 3rd grade. I did silly things like misplace my white board markers all over the place. The most ridiculous thing I did was this:

I was sitting at my desk grading spelling tests. I was in the middle of grading Jordan's test when Adam asked me a question. I responded with "That's fine, Jordan", for Jordan was on the brain because I had just read his name on the test I was grading. Adam was polite enough not to scream at me and slap my head in hopes of getting me to think straight. I realized my mistake, apologized, and said "That's fine, Adam." Now because I had just said Adam's name while looking at him, I recorded Jordan's spelling test next to Adam's name in the grade book! Later when I came across Adam's spelling test and went to record it and saw a grade already there, I realized my mistake and fixed it. What a mess!

ANYWAYS, this blog, like everything else about this day, is turning out to be nothing but ridiculous nonesense that will probably have your head spinning like it once did when you read Alice Through the Looking Glass (the looney sequel to Alice in Wonderland, which I read as a child and was probably tainted for good--obviously because now years later on this off-kilter day I am quoting it.)

GEEZE! I just can't seem to stop this mumbo-jumbo of mad (meaning crazy) banter. If you are at all feeling negative effects from reading this blog, then blame it on this time-change wrought by the time tyrants and join with me as I run out into the streets and shake my fist at the sky and scream at the top of my lungs "FIE UPON YOU, KNAVES!"

(and then you can join me in either a coffin as we're flattened by traffic, or in Arkum Asylum as we're locked up for our insanity. And if you mention that this particular asylum is fictional, then you really do belong on the streets.)

Opening the Neverland House

So last night was Open House at my school, the part of the year where I push the students to create all these time-consuming projects to show off for ten minutes and receive a few "Ooos!" and "Ahhhs!"

It's also the time of the year when I actually clean the classroom from top to bottom, finding odd things like my stuffed Bambi kept prisoner by a barracade of encyclopedias on our bookshelves.

It is also the time of the year when I encourage my students to go visit 4th grade so they can see how nice and easy-going I am in comparison to the increased workload of next year; at this point they all turn pale and their eyes grow wide with panic. I also meet current 2nd graders who walk into my room and exclaim excitedly "Neverland!" or "You're the nice teacher I hope to get next year!"--little do they know that we do not spend our 3rd grade days flying around the classroom or outwitting pirates (at least not every day).

And of course it's the time of the year when nostalgia begins to creep in, as I realize that the school year is more than half way over, and that sooner than I think I will be saying goodbye to my dears and wondering who I will take to Neverland with me next year...

Claim to Fame

So I know lots of you have heard me mention my grandma before and her legendary work with Hollywood. Okay, so maybe she wasn't a legend to the world, but she is definitely a legend to us Drazins. For about 20 years she worked as an extra on movies. This week when I visited her, I talked to her more about her experiences. She said it was the greatest experience she ever had. We also looked at a bunch of old black and white photos of her in stylish outfits, posing. These pictures she used in her acting portfolio. She looks so glamorous and gorgeous in these photos (she still is beautiful). As I spent time with her and looked at these pictures, I definitely felt some pride for her, and established her as a true Hollywood legend. If you are interested in sharing in this legend, then rent the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's with Audrey Hepburn. In the party scene at Audrey's apartment, she is the guest with flaming red hair, holding a drink and talking. She's in a few shots as the camera sweeps the room. Here's her resume:

Was in an Elvis Presley movie. She said that Elvis would hang out with the extras in between scenes and share jokes with them!

Was in a Henry Fonda movie. He said something very nice to her.

Met Jerry Lewis and said he was obnoxious and rude. She said Dean Martin was nicer.

Audrey Hepburn was real sweet, but very focused on her lines.

Debbie Reynolds was sweet.