In case you ever wonder how Becca gets what she wants, take a look:

We sold our little pug Frodo after deciding it wasn’t fair to him to be locked up in his cage 8-12 hours a day. The poor pup had no stability because Beck was taking him back and forth between here and Lexington, so proper paper training was not possible.

Beck cried so hard when we took him to the pet store  to be sold. She kept saying, "He looks so little," after they put him in the display case. She was right: He did. He was ok with it, I think, because he immediately started rooting around in the shredded newpaper and throwing it in the air.

The lady at the pet store called the next day to say that he had been sold. The people who bought him weren’t even in there to get a dog, but the little guy charmed his way into their hearts by pawing at the glass and hopping up and down. The lady knew the people and said they were well off with a big house and fenced in yard. So, Frodo has literally moved on to greener pastures. He has probably forgotten us, but we will never forget him.

I don’t think I’ve ever added a post about it, but if you haven’t checked out the Pictures section in awhile, you should head on over to the Gallery. There are pictures of the wedding, the rehearsal, and other stuff. I have a bunch more pictures to add, but since I still have dial-up, getting them posted has proven very difficult. Maybe someday… :)

Believe it or not, I actually have a little house dog now. He’s an adorable little pug named Frodo. We’re working on paper training him right now, but in between cleaning up his messes, he’s actually pretty cute.

If you have ever hated the Microsoft Office helper known as Clippy (the paperclip that pops up in the corner), I’m sure you will love this.  Warning: This parody contains some explicit language. If you are offended by this, simply don’t click the link ;)

Sometimes, it’s so hard to understand why I got out of bed that morning. Today was one of those days. The kids were wild today, which is odd, because on Mondays, everybody is usually quite subdued. Three things happened today that made me do a double take and wonder if I were stuck in some awful pedagogical nightmare:

1. I hand a paper to a student that says Chapter 4 Practice Problem in large bold letters across the top. The student looks at it and asks, "Is this the chapter 4 practice problem?" Why?!?
2. In animation class, I decided it would be a good idea to review a short exercise about guide layers. I figured the best way to do this would be to have the students walk through a guide layer activity we did about three weeks ago. Before we began the activity, I announced not once, not twice, but three times in my manly teacher voice that "We have already done this activity. I want us to do it again as a review." Not more than thirty seconds after I have made this announcement and written the page numbers on the board did I hear from two different people, "We’ve already done this! Do you want us to do it again?" Why?!?
   
3. During break, I was in the hallway watching the kids file in from sixth period. A big, corn-fed boy comes barreling down the hallway and tackles the water fountain mounted to the wall. It knocks him backwards, and when he bounces to his feet and yells, "Take that you son of a…" As if this once incident wasn’t dumb enough, I have witnessed this no less than four times in the last year. Apparently, that water fountain plays a mean right tackle. Why?
   

I bought a Shop Vac AllAround and I only have one word for it: awesome.  Being the clutzy, messy person that I am, it’s great to be able to vaccuum it up with minimum effort. It’s a powerful little sucker, too. Just for fun, we sucked out the hamster bedding last night, and it gobbled all of it up in less than a minute. I paid around $55 for it at Wal-Mart, and I think it was a fantastic purchase. I figure that maybe our vehicles will now get vacuumed more than two times a year, since the little vac is so easy to carry around…Who’d have thought I could get so freakishly happy about a vacuum. :D

I get lots of jokes in my email, but this one was too good to pass up:

A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that! The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes. The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate….. The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets."

So I haven’t been a bachelor for over three months now, but since Beck will be in Lexington until Thursday, I’ll have to revert to my old ways: Nuking something in the microwave to eat, sitting in the dark, not speaking to another human for several hours. It’s weird not seeing Beck: We talk on the phone, but anybody who knows me can tell you I don’t like talking on the phone. (For some reason, talking on the phone is harder for me. My ability to multi-task flies out the window when I have a phone to my ear.)

I know that me and Beck will survive being apart, but I miss the little stuff we do together that I have gotten so used to. Holding Beck for a few minutes in the morning is the thing I’ll miss the most. It was sad when 4:45 rolled around and no smiling little wife walked through the door. Missing her so much will only make Thursday night that much sweeter…When you’re used to having the love of your life with you, though, it seems like a frivolous sacrifice. *sigh*