Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Alone Time and More Ratings

Mike and I discovered something amazing today. 

We told the children we were going upstairs to talk, and they actually LEFT US ALONE. 

I'm not kidding.  For five whole minutes they left us alone.  Then, when we came downstairs, they didn't react.  The reality was that we could have stayed upstairs longer. 

Who knows how long?  At this point, the possibilities seem endless. 

Also, since I'm on the bragging subject, I just thought you should know that I recieved a second rating on Rate My Teacher.  It says:

Mrs, Harar is one of the most amazing teachers I ever had!! She is so helpful, patient, caring, and really funny! She will always help you with a problem, school related or non school related! I have learned so much from her.

And no, I did not write that, thank you very much.

Beth - 1
Mike - 1
Kids - 0

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Rate My Teacher Has Won Again!!

So, because I'm a bit of a narcissist, I decided to return to Rate My Teacher.com and check out my profile again.  If someone doesn't like me, I need to know.

I still only have one rating.

This is what I bet I look like to students:  Smart,
professional and totally together.  Minus, of course,
the nonsense scribbling known as math on the board.

I'm not sure if I should be happy, or insulted.  This either means I'm doing well and no one feels the need to complain about me, or they just don't care either way and I'm not rateable. 

So, I decided to rate myself.

I gave myself  excellent marks, but took off some points in easiness and strictness so as not to appear a pushover.  I even wrote some remarks, which read:

Mrs. Harar is the best English teacher I've ever had.  She is fair, kind and very easy to understand.  She is also extremely smart.  I learned so much from her, and her homework was always appropriate.  If I had to give her a grade, she would get an A+.

I clicked SUBMIT, glowing that I would have such a wonderful rating.  I'd found a loop-hole!  Rate My Teacher was not the end-all, be-all of teacher worthiness.  The students no longer had total control! 

Except my comments wouldn't go through.

I tried again, and again.  No luck.  No matter what I did, it would not accept my rating.  Therefore, I've decided that the makers of Rate My Teacher are very smart.  The must look at the grammar and KNOW that an adult is doing the rating.  I bet they even have levels, and my level was "perfect grammar = teacher." 

Damn you, Rate My Teacher.  You've won this time.

Beth - 0
Rate My Teacher.com - 1

Christmas Decorations!

Just thought I would share my Christmas decorations with you while they still looked good.  The kids will probably destroy all my hard work by the end of the day.

Positives of Christmas decorating this year:
  •  The first tree we found was perfect.
  •  The JMU game was on TV while we decorated.
  •  The weather outside is beautiful!
  •  Mike and I did not argue about the lights at all.  Also, I did not feel an extreme compulsion to take the lights off when I was finished and re-do them (which I did the past two years).

Negatives of Christmas decorating this year:
  •  Jillian had a break-down because Joey was putting all of the ornaments on the same branch.
  •  I got a rash on my arm from putting lights on the bush outside.  It appears I have an allergy to that  bush.
  •  For some inexplicable reason, only half the lights of every set I've tried will work on the allergy bush.
Pictures of my house:
This is our Christmas tree.  As you can see, it is perfect. 

Dining room table.  Why yes, those are fresh branches you see.

My nativity set on the piano, conveniently out of reach from little hands.

My "showcase" table.  The snowmen are new.  I'm aware that the one on the right no longer has a nose.  I've searched everywhere but cannot find it.  Boo.

Grammy's Christmas Village.  My favorite decoration, may I add.

I'll spare you a picture of my arm rash and bathroom decorations.

Beth - 1
Rash Bush - 1
My Decorated House - 1

Thursday, November 24, 2011

My Harar Thanksgiving

In keeping with Harar tradition, my Thanksgiving holiday was not calm and quiet.

If you haven't been reading my other posts, let me help you catch-up:  Mike (hubby) broke his pinkie toe, my dog has been sick with vomiting and bowl problems for six days, and I hit a car on Tuesday.

However, no Harar holiday is complete without someone getting sick.  Joey stepped up to the plate this time.  He appears to have a raging case of laryngitis.

I'll use visuals to walk you through the rest of the day.

This is an example of Wednesday afternoon.  I'd missed two days because of family issues.  My Homies missed me.


This is how Thursday morning started.  I cleaned up dog shart from my floor at 6:00 in the morning.
 Jillian decided to take a picture.

After cleaning and cooking, we came up with a pretty nice spread.  It was SUPER yummy.

After dinner we went to see Christmas lights.  The owner told us the "falling" lights were purchased in
 Belgium.  He must be super rich, since mine usually come from Walmart.

This house does a food drive every year, and puts on a wonderful lights display.  Despite the conversation,
 I do not recommend creamed corn.

After everyone left, Mike and I settled in with some champagne. 

His gimpy foot rested too.


Monday, November 21, 2011

I'm going to sum up the last two days in less than ten bullets.

1.  Woke up Sunday  to dog puke and dog shart on every level (3) of the house.  Cleaned up all of the doggie mess.
2.  Had a birthday party for 11 kids at my house.
3.  Had dinner for in-laws and friends that same evening.  (Did have fun here)
This is my dog.  He is pooping on my
floor for the millionth time.  I am silently
(OK, not silently) cursing him.
4.  Woke up hungover on Monday morning to dog puke and dog shart on two levels of the house.  Cleaned up all of the doggie mess.
5.  Went to work.
6.  Came home to doggie puke and dog shart all over the kitchen, which the dog subsequently walked through and tracked throughout the kitchen.  Cleaned up all of the doggie mess.
7.  Gave up and took the dog to the vet.
8.  Spent over $300 on the dog for x-rays and shots.  *Bonus*  Boomer pissed all over the techs while they took his x-rays.  He also sharted in his crate.
9.  Almost sat down to watch "The Walking Dead", but Mike broke his pinkie toe on the door and I had to finish giving the kids a bath while he writhed in pain on the bed.
10.  Listened to the dog whine and cry because we aren't allowed to feed him tonight.  This is still going on, by the way.

Sorry for the rather boring list.  But, I feel better now that I've complained.

Beth - 0
Boomer, Mike, Vet - 1

Saturday, November 12, 2011


About a week ago, I remembered (for the first time in three months) that Joey needed to bring in an item for show and tell on Friday.  I reminded Mike the night before to choose a vegetable, and went to work the next morning very proud that I had not forgotten.

FYI - The tomato and squash may seem happy,
 but are actually upset because the are so often
categorized as vegetables.
Around 8:45, Mike called.  "I forgot to get a vegetable for Joey," he said. 

Understandably, my reaction was a bit negative.  I would no longer allow my status as "forgetful parent" to run rampant through his preschool.  Therefore, I instructed Mike to go home and get a vegetable for Joey's show and tell.

Mike is smart.  He obliged immediately.

I remained on the phone with him as he scoured our fridge for a respectable vegetable.  He became excited when he found an acorn squash; however, I reminded him that squash was not a vegetable because it had seeds.  His mistake was common, but I wanted to make sure that my son had a REAL vegetable, not a fruit commonly mistaken as a vegetable. 

We argued on the point for several minutes. I asked him if he thought we would be having a conversation like this ten years ago while we were making out on his college apartment couch.  He gave up the argument soon after.

Luckily, he found some salvageable brussell sprouts and a potato.  At that point, we got off the phone.

About ten minutes later, I received a text message from my husband.  "I just saw a mom bringing a butternut squash into the preschool," it read.  "What a dummy."

We really are awesome parents.

Beth - 1 (My fruit/veggie skills are legit)
Mike - 1 (Good comeback)
Mom with the squash - 0