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.