Tag Archives: *poke*

Today, we went BOWLING. By “we,” I mean my class. My class of cherubic 4 and 5 year olds with autism and poor impulse control. I am very very proud to say that only one child made a run for … Continue reading →

The Dark Lord would like you to know that the only approved way to rock out to AC/DC is in your Lighting McQueen underpants.

Several months ago, I saw where Signing Time was looking for instructors to offer classes in their own areas. “OOOOH,” said I, “I want to do that!” Well, after several ASL refresher classes and me freaking out about things, I … Continue reading →

Mostly, Ive heard stories of people dancing the year out, burning 2009 calenders, and being generally gleeful that the year is OVER. Now, it hasn’t been all hugs and puppies over here, but neither am I burning the year in … Continue reading →

Friday morning, the alarm went off, and I, in the muzziness of sleep, asked Brandus, “Is it Saturday?” He said, (and he claims he laughed because he thought I was joking) “Yes, it’s Saturday.” I sighed happily, and rolled back … Continue reading →