Yeah!  It finally struck me where the “old school quote came from”.  I’m pretty sure it is from For Love of the Game.  Gotta get a new copy since I lost mine in the journey of life. 

So this is a tire with a new tube.  Last Sunday I figured I would go for a mt. bike ride.  I noticed the air seemed a tad on the low side and I didn’t have a pump that fit the nozzle.  So I figured I would hit the sports shop that is at the bottom of the hill and top off. 

So there was this amazing girl next door type when I walked into the store.  So right there I was doomed.  Disaster is usually soon to follow.  I just had a flash back to college and going to the gym with a friend.  The girl that I was totally gaga over and had seen elsewhere was standing there.  I go to take out my student Id to check in and sure enough all my cards went flying everywhere.  Smooth.  Real smooth. 

So she gets the pump for me and stands there to see if it works.  It appears to be so I say yeah.  Then she takes off.  I then realize that air isn’t going in somehow.  Start fiddling with the thing and this guy comes out.  Says you have to lock it into place.  Say thanks and lock it into place.  Which just so happened to break the nozzle off the end and instead of being a tad low it was now completely flat.

No wallet.  No phone.  No idea of anyones phone numbers.  A nice long bike ride has now turned into a super long walk dragging a bicycle.  The guy comes out and checks on me and I show him my dilema.  He says he has a tube and explain the wallet drama.  He is like I will fix it.  Ride home and get it and come back by six.  I offer up the shades as collateral and he tells me not to worry about it.

Another guy comes over and starts chatting and gets the lowdown.  Starts asking about where I was going to go.  where I have to go to get the wallet.  Says bring the money by tomorrow.  Problem is that I have a doctors appointment.  Says bring it by sometime this week.  Go enjoy your ride. 

It was cool to see that.  It was all about the trust.  They guy gave me his card and turned out he was the owner.  Trust and Honesty are good.

The Pizza Face.  Laughing because my friend is laughing uncontrollably over her creation.

The tree outside my class.  Love the colors.  Love the smell of the air and the color of the leaves during Fall.

Kate refusing to get up in the morning.  Usually when I get up she is up.  Not this day.  I would call her and she just looked at me like whatever.

We all need a canvas in our life.  I saw an article recently about the connection of depression and creativity.  http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/conditions/10/07/creativity.depression/index.html?iref=newssearch 

I don’t have creativity.  I have the depression and bouts of over the top highs.  I have often wished that I had some artistic ability to express what is inside.  To paint those emotions.  To have that release.  I have no musical ability, no artistic ability, no ability to make prose come to life.  I often have wished that I had one of these.  To deal with things.  Let them out.  

It struck me the other day.  Teaching is my canvas.  In the classroom I am an artist.  The emotions that I feel are put into my teaching.  It seems to matter not what emotion I am feeling.  Sadness or elation.  They inspire me to teach.  They inspire me to change children’s lives and help them grow.   

The board above expresses the impact my art has on others.  These were kids that came back after to school to help out in class and hang out.  They enjoy school!  I am an instrumental part of that. 

That’s my niece dressed up in her dog outfit.  Thought she looked adorable.  She loves posing for the camera.

So I headed over to Wyoming for my niece’s fourth birthday party.  The big event was the bounce house.  Which I was excited about.   A few years ago my sister insisted I come to my nephew’s birthday because it was magic themed and it was going to be very exciting.  I said yes and then she informed me that I was the magician.  Nice!!!

So the bounce house was blown up above and that was basically the extent of it.  The weekend consisted of rain so the bounce house was washed out.   My sister wrote it best and it was so nice to read. 

You were a BIG hit at the birthday party. Thank you for being so great and entertaining those big kids. Sheri’s little boy thinks you are a superman of some sort. You impress him every time. He talked about uncle magnifico for months afterwards and was telling Sheri how cool you were at this party tossing them to the ceiling and whatnot. You left a big impression and I really really appreciate you keeping the party from being a big fat flop! Thanks big bro! 

Life happens.  I guess it is how we deal with it.  We can complain about the circumstances or we can try to make the best of them.  Regardless they are there and we can choose how to deal with them.  A thought I need to remember for myself. 

I’ve just moved. My new abode is casa de Mehler and I live up In the bungalow.  Colt is off to St . Louis for eight months so he gave me a deal on rent and he has someone watching the place.

So in the past we weren’t the smoothest with the ladies. Quite the dumbass. Like the time colt and I had two girls interested In hanging with us. There wasn’t a lot if room in my truck so I suggested that one ride with our friends. They were we gotta go. The smart thing would have been let’s squeeze in here. Which I’m sure they would have done.  I still here about that:)

So here is what I wrote to him upon moving in.   The spectrum is the fact that we usually have an interest in girls that are on opposite ends.  We do sometimes have overlaps.  So that is the spectrum mentioned below.

So I’m unpacking my clothes and have the rav out front.  This girl walks up.  She is like can you help me.  I was about to bake some chocolate chip cookies and the oven doesn’t seem to be working.  She is total girl next door type so I’m like yeah.  Keeping my cool(okay trying) because she is so in my spectrum.  The spectromoter is going off.  I walk over to her place and it doesn’t seem to be getting gas for some reason.  So I’m like sorry I wish I could help you and headed back.  I got all of the stuff moved in.  Then I’m sitting here and it’s like dumbass you could have had her use the stove here.  Next time I will be prepared:)  Plus I didn’t know if you had oven mits.  Safety first!

His response “I wonder where she lives”. He totally believed it.  I thought he would get it as a joke. He must still be traumatized by the truck incident so figured it was legit.

I think there will be more fun casa stories.