If I were a Kardashian, my name would be spelled Klaire.

It has been an eventful few weeks since I last wrote. I've started teaching some delightful 8th graders, and this weekend I spent the weekend with my favorite Villains at my dear housemate Gina's wedding. After the wedding we headed back to the Villa for a night for old times sake...I know I've been back because when I opened my backpack to unpack today...I was OVERWHELMED with the mothball smell. Good Times. Here are a few stories pertaining to both:

1. This is an about me by one of my students on the second day of school:
- I like hunting
- I like working on my farm
- I love my girlfriend
- I don't think I like 8th grade
- I think you are mean, so fare (far is what he meant)

2. A quote, "Miss Kinney, that gym teacher's real mean. He's making us wear tennis shoes and shorts to P.E. class. I don't even own tennis shoes and shorts, that's what you wear in Florida. We wear boots and jeans up here."

3. A conversation, "Miss Kinney, are you coming to our football game tomorrow?" "No guys, I can't, I have to go to a wedding." "A Wedding!? You don't need to go to a wedding...you can meet her husband anytime and we only have 10 football games this season." "Guys, she only has one wedding ever..." "Whatever, no one likes weddings anyways."

4. During some square dancing at Gina's wedding, "Now, unbutton the farmer's shirt..."

True life, I am missing my Taylor besties pretty hard core these days. I saw them this weekend, and I think it only served to make it worse. Who knew I would spend so much time pining for a house that smells like moth balls in the middle of a corn field?

Well. Mel, Mags, Sar, Daves, Shinds, KB, Gean Bean and Millie (let's be honest, you are about the only people who read my blog anyway)...I miss you dearly and I can't freaking wait to see you again.

Claire

Some Things to Consider:

1. Kissing: Who decided that touching mouths would be this intimate thing? Why don't we touch knees or ears? What a weird notion...hey, to show how much we like each other...let's touch the germiest places on our bodies together. Whatever.

2. My dear friend Ben Lee brought this to my attention yesterday while driving through some magnificent farm land: Chickens do not pee. They only poop, which is why chicken farms smell SOOO horrific and chicken poo is so disgusting. Interesting.

Life's Friendly Updates

Here are the new and important things in my life right now:

1. School starts on Tuesday and last night I had a dream I didn't show up on the first day until 1 in the afternoon. As I was rushing around my apartment trying to get ready...my Taylor professors showed up to tell me how disappointed they were in me. When I finally got to school I had nothing prepared and the kids were running around like crazies. I'm setting 9 alarms on Monday night. At 9 different locations within my apartment. I will take no chances.

2. My fire alarm has decided it likes to beep every three minutes. I've tried replacing the battery. No dice amigo. (Or no Deesay as one friend thought I was saying in a text).

3. I tried to rescue a kitten from a bush in front of a mansion. I saw it one day, went back the next day, the next day and the next and he was gone. It's a little sad because I was pretty emotionally attached already.

4. Went to a family reunion (make that TWO family reunions) this weekend. Learned that more than likely I am a product of the Canaanites. Like the Biblical bad guys. I'm wondering if this is going to affect my relationship status with Jesus. Hope not.

5. I have cable now.


Claire

Some Things to Consider:
1. Sorry folks, I got nothing. My mind is too preoccupied with the fact that in dream land I pseudoruined my entire career.