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Thank you, Stephen!

Since my week been awful...

... and my first week of teaching in the UK has been horrid, and have had nothing at all to laugh about, and am far too busy to give you all the details and would really like to be able to say something positive when I finally do give you all the details, and because Dar, Dan, and my Mom have all wanted me to say something rather than nothing, I thought I would instead share the only thing that has made me laugh this week.

So laugh, darn you.


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Another ni(e)ce video, and the requested come-to-visit-bring-stuff list.

Hmm... where to start today. How about this:

Angel sings to Mamie... in Spanish!

Now, I am not entirely sure that I am comfortable with this, but Christie did ask for me to please post my list-of-things-I-can't-get-here-and-really-wish-that-I-could. And since she asked me so nicely, I suppose I will. Just note, thais is in no way a solisitation. I am not begging you to send me things. This is my shopping list for when I visit home in the summer. So Christie and Dan, you DO NOT have to bring anything with you at all. Except you. Because if you came and forgot yourself... well, that would just be wierd.

Amy's US Shopping List

• Paper stick Q-tips (I dont care what kind, so long as they have a paper stick. The ones here are all plastic and they bend and my ears are SO itchy!)
• Green Chile and anything containing green chile, all heat levels, including superfireeatitanddie
• Campbells Golden Mushroom Condensed Soup
• Hot Cheetos (for Ashley)
• Malt-o-Meal or Cream of Wheat (I no longer care which)
• Hatch green enchilada sauce, medium
• masa harina preparada (for corn tortillas)
  
• Bear Creek Minestrone soup mix (again, for Ashley)
• Lucas Mexican tamarind candies (Oh, I miss those!)
• Kraft Spirals macaroni and cheese
• light corn syrup
• wax paper
• Hidden Valley Ranch powder packets (easier to transport, etc... I can mix it up myself.)
  

That is all that I can think of that might be reasonable to bring in. But again, this is not a solisitation.

On a completely different note, I have begun adding a list of my family and friends blogs on the sidebar. If you want your blog added, let me know. If you have a blog I dont know about, and dont want me to add it, let me know that too. (That way I can read it myself.) If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.

Now... time for lesson planning. Nighty-night!

The Grand Ol' Potty...

Kelli sent me the most wonderful gift... video. And they are just so cute that I want to share them with you. Kelli, THANK YOU for the videos. Each one feels a little more like I'm involved in their lives. I can't wait to spend time with them in the summer.

Kiera talks to Mamie... (that's me!)

Katy reads "Goodnight Moon" to Mamie...

On a completely different note, This Sunday last was Mother's Day here in the UK. No, don't worry, you didn't miss it in the US. That day comes in May. So I officially get 2 days in 1 year to commemorate being a mother... and let me just say that I worked hard enough for it, thank you!

Dan the Man, in case any of you are wondering, will be in London in a little under 3 weeks. He will be the first person that I will see from home. I keep wondering if I should ask him to smuggle things in for me... a big pack of paper-stick Q-tips, perhaps, or a box of malt-o-meal. Or corn masa preparada. Or green chile. Or anything. But it is rude to just ask randomly. I'll be sending treats home with him. I am already hording things to send back with him . (teateateateatea) The goal is to convince him that he and Christie need NEED NEED to move here. And soon too.

What else, what else... I haven't done laundry in 2 weeks, but my lesson plans and all my grading are caught up. Complements on my behaviour management at school today (I was so disappointed; they were terrible. But apparantly terrible is better than they behave with their EVERYDAY teacher. Yay, me!) but those don't make me stop wishing that I were done. I don't like this school. I have been thinking a lot about that, actually... as much as I disagree with the concept of a private school, I am not sure that I am going to be able (or want to) teach the way the schools want. It is all to the tests. So maybe I need to keep an open mind about teaching in a private school. I have hooked myself up with some addresses. Perhaps I'll fill you in on /that/ story another time.

Stephen is happy at his job. He is SO busy all the time. People to help, model airplanes to test drive. Last week I went to his work with the intention of less distractions to get more done. What actually occured was lots of watching British TV commercials, and led directly into the last blog. Did Amy get stuff done? I don't think so.

Ash is doing much better in school. Her science GCSE classes are going fabulously. She has been getting A's and B's in her mock tests, and today she came home with an A* (absolutely highest score) in her mock exam. Wednesday is the next set of REAL tests, and I think she is ready. Every good mark boosts her confidence. Good prep for her A levels. She has tentatively decided to take an A level in Biology (and Stephen-the-Biologist is so proud.) and possibly another A level in Geography or something else. She just needed time to adjust.

And this is what I am talking about.

Americans are prudes... and here are some TV commercials that prove it. These are the kind of adverts that can make Amy blush.






To see more of the adverts we see, go to http://www.tellyads.com/2007_top_20.php

In Which Amy's Clock is Ticking... (Myspace Blog)

Ok, I've already slid down the spiral into video degradation, I might as well share another. I promise no more.

Stephen sent this to me...

Why is it that I identify so much with this ad?!? Babies everywhere!!! (It must be my mother... or my age... or, I don't know, something.)