STICK IT TO 'EM

I made some (easy) magnets this week. I needed magnets in my classroom with a strong hold (coin magnets from Walmart work really well), and I found a way to use our extra wedding invitations!

I dipped each clear stone in Mod Podge.

Then, stuck them on pretty paper.

I had wondered what I could do with our extra wedding invitations. Magnets! 

It's a great way to keep them and see them everyday on our fridge!

After the Mod Podge dried, I cut around the stones and Mod Podged them onto the coin magnets.

These are some of the magnets I kept for at home.

(The ones on the right match my old kitchen. I made them a few years ago.)

I love how they turned out! It's something simple, but it really brightens up our fridge. I can't wait to use them in my classroom; both for the strong hold and the cuteness factor!

TOOLBOX MADE PRETTY (teaching without a desk)

Last year, I did away with my (huge, bulky) teacher desk. I read Debbie Diller's Spaces and Places in anticipation of organizing and designing my brand new (to me) classroom.

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Ms. Diller suggested eliminating teacher desks, as they take up valuable classroom space and promote clutter. I completely agreed. I hardly used my desk, except as a dumping grounds for papers and books to look at later. I could neatly stack them daily, but the fact was, my desk was cluttered.

I removed my desk and used my small group table instead. I kept it clean, since it's where I did most of my teaching through the day. I loved it! The only problem was that I didn't have a place to store my supplies since I no longer had drawers. I used shelves behind my table with baskets and containers. It worked for last year, but took up a lot of room, the containers often spilled, and it just wasn't as organized as I had wanted it to be.

Somewhere in the midst of hundreds of teaching blogs in my Google Reader, I stumbled upon this and this:

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Obviously I had to make one of my own! Christopher and I found the toolbox at Lowe's ($16) and I spent less than an hour making it fixing it up.

Here she is in her (very!) temporary home in my classroom:

If only my entire classroom could be as neat and organized as this little box!

GIVE US 48.8333 YEARS

Last Saturday was Christopher's grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. Their kids planned a surprise party for them, following a mass dedicated to them. They knew about the mass, but Grandpa Ray claims he knew all along about the party. Grandma June was clueless, even after their friends had spilled the beans (more than once).

When I took out my camera (iPhone) during church to snap a picture, Christopher whispered, "What are you doing?!" I wasn't facebooking, my dear.

(He loves the picture.)

When the tornado sirens went off mid-service, I certainly did want to check the radar on my phone. I held back. As the priest said after mass, if one's going to be in a tornado, church is probably the best place to be. (Though  I was wearily eyeing those stained glass windows and the heavy support beam above my head... I've already admitted pretty churches distract me, and during a tornado! I was planning my pretty escape!)

At the end of the service, the priest asked the family if anyone wanted to say something. A few people went, then Christopher stood up. He spoke of how we look up to their marriage. He talked about a commercial on the radio. It asks you to think about how many people a marriage makes a positive impact on. I don't know it word-for-word, but it goes as far as asking if a marriage touches as many people that would fit into a sports stadium. Christopher said not only does his grandparents' marriage affect their families and friends in Illinois, but everyone that those people come in contact with. Their marriage is making a positive impact on our marriage, so even in Michigan, our friends, coworkers, neighbors, etc. are also touched by their love.

Our 50th is only 48.8333 years away!

my current go-to hairstyle found here

It is ridiculous how excited I was to find Rooster Booster! 

I drank so much of this in college on road trips, but I haven't seen it in years. 

Delicious!

WAS IT THE HAIR?

It had to have been the hair.

IN-BETWEEN ON THE 4TH

It seems to me, that holidays are just not the same when you're in-between.

You see, C and I are no longer at the candy-snatching-parade-going age. (To be clear, we're no longer at the acceptable age to be snatching candy at parades.)

We don't have children, so we don't spend the day running from parades to food fest to fireworks to bed.

We're just two in-betweeners, content to run errands in the morning, finish projects in the afternoon, grill dinner with friends, and catch tiny glimpses of fireworks from our porch between trees.

At any rate (and at any age), we had a nice holiday.

red, white, and blue

Uncle Sam

But wait, did you see what I see?

Somehow or another, I up and married Captain America!

USA! USA!

Christopher said it was a swing for one.

But the fireworks and lightning lit the sky,

and we tried to be romantical and sit all close-like.

He was right; it was a swing for one.

FOURTH ON THE THIRD

Yesterday was the Fourth Annual 4th of July Golf Outing (on the 3rd). Somewhere along the way it has grown from seven guys to nearly forty people. It originated with Christopher, his brother, and some of their buddies. Now they give away prizes and don't know everyone that participates by name.

It turns out, I am not a golfer. There's something about swinging clubs in the hot sun that just doesn't appeal to me. Just standing there sweating sounds torturous in my mind. If I'm going to be in the sun, I will be at the beach.

Christopher asked me to unpack the groceries. There was a treat waiting for me at the bottom of the bag!

Somebody knows that berries are the way to my heart.

Lulapie and I read on the porch.

This girl! She melts my heart.

Uncle Sam and I shared some raspberry wine.

MAGICAL, MYTHICAL, LAND OF ILLI

There are mythical animals in Illinois. Take for example the coydog:

I couldn't get a clear picture of him (her?) because he (she?) is fast and shy. C's parents claim it is a coyote-dog mix. I claim coyotes eat dogs during snacktime. So. 

We hoped to see a giraphant, but I guess we were in the wrong part of Illinois for a sighting?

This is not a mythical beast:

That is Telula in her grandparents' backyard. She looks happy here, but the 100+ temps had her panting all weekend.

Illinois, 10:00AM:

C says he misses Illinois storms. I say white-outs stink in the winter in the U.P. I'm glad we don't have rain-outs in the summer, too! When we couldn't see the road, we cancelled our shopping trip to the next town.

Nicole (Christopher's cousin) and Cindy (his stepmom) made over forty pounds of Grandma June's (super secret recipe) barbecue for the anniversary party: 

Most would say her barbecue is magical. Grandma June said they did a good job imitating her recipe. Christopher said it was good, but wasn't quite the same. They forgot to bottle up June's love to pour in.

Christopher supervised the barbecue making. He quizzed himself on American history, in between checking measurements and taste-testing heaping spoonfuls.

The one in the middle is my husband. Christopher, like wine, has improved with age.

I admit it! I was fake-napping! Christopher was not. Neither was chickenhead and Telula!

This was my favorite picture from the trip:

Telula's been brought up to believe she is a lapdog. Don't you dare tell her otherwise!

TRIPPIN'

Last Thursday, we made the trek down to Illinois. Christopher's dad's side lives there, in the hometown of Ronald Reagan. We missed the Reagan Run by a week and Mumford and Sons on the River by a month, but we did have much to celebrate:

It was our first time in Illinois in over a year.

Christopher's dad and stepmom celebrated their 15th wedding anniversary on Thursday.

Christopher's dad retired on Friday.

I got a pedicure and painted my toes orange on Friday! 

(Yes, this deserves celebration. I will celebrate anytime a massage is involved!)

Christopher's grandparents celebrated 50 years of marriage on Saturday.

The family surprised his grandparents with a party on Sunday!

Lopacs trippin'

No, that is not Canada.

And no, I don't know why my picture is sideways! Instagram has never done that to me!

Be still my heart! Endless options of pasties! 

The trip was worth it, just to stop in this little pasty shop!

Open your eyes, girl!

Third caffeinated drink on the trip, and go!