A Boogie Birthday

James' big 23rd birthday was on Wednesday, and since I've been busy with student teaching stuff since then, this is the first chance I've had to get a "happy birthday" post put up. Wednesday was a long day for me, and James was sick, so our festive spirit kind of flopped, but we still tried to celebrate the day.


We celebrated Boogieface's birthday with a booger-green party. Literally, everything was booger-green. (I'd like to say that I'm corky and thought up this idea well before I bought everything, but I just happened to only be able to find green cupcake wrappers and it spiralled from there.) James' family came over that night to enjoy green sprinkled cupcakes, green punch, and green ice cream all on a green plate.





And YES, I made those cupcakes AND the frosting from scratch. Let's take one more look at that awesome cupcake tier I made.

I love you Boogie, and I hope you had a boogery, awesome birthday.

POEM TIME and You Will LOVE It

I generally hate quotes/poems/song lyrics of any type on blog/Facebook posts (especially the Facebook posts.) I don't care about your most deep, inner thoughts and how you feel they link so brilliantly to a Taylor Swift or Likin Park song. But, I like them on mine. Probably because it's a poem translated by Ezra Pound, and it's brilliant. It's a poem I first read in my Intro to Poetry class at Snow (thanks, Rosier.) I didn't fully grasp it then, but it means a lot more to me now. So give it a shoot. Be patient. Go slowly. Above all, ignore the line breaks for the most part, and no sing-songy voices please.

The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the look out?

At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noises overhead.

You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August.
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-Fu-Sa.


Ahhhh, how refreshing, huh? We'll do this again sometime.

And just to lighten up the mood because you know I have a hard time writing a post without cracking some sort of joke about James, well, I jumped on his lap to give him a big kiss tonight, and yeah, he had a huge BOOGER hanging from his nose, and I told him, and he picked it, and it made me gagge, and THAT is why he should be called Boogieface.

The Past Week in Acrostic . . . Literally

What's acrostic, you ask? Well, according to my good friend Wiki acrostic is . . . a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word or a message. Here goes.

T aught small children about the destructiveness of drug abuse.

H ated every minute of riding Wicked at Lagoon.

E dgar Allan Poe was the topic of my lesson on Friday, which I loved.

P anicked over James not wearing enough orange on the deer hunt.

A te at the Rice King Buffet for the first time. Gross!

S creeched when the tire blew-out on the way to Lagoon.

T ook in the news that James' brother is going to Mississippi for his mission.

W ore suspenders, pigtails, and huge glasses to complete my nerd costume.

E rected a duct tape flower for my hair for duct tape day.

E xcited over how adorable Paislee and Porter looked in their Halloween costumes.

K icked my very first students out of class!

Porter the biker dude...............Me the nerd...................Pailee the Minnie