Wade and Emily's Blog

Men are strange creatures... my husband is no exception....

E: Why are these cookies open in the cabinet? They are going to get stale.
W: I didn't know what to do with them.
E: I suggest some kind of tupperware, ziploc bag, or another such sealing device.
W: Oh... I didn't think of that.

Really, there isn't anything else to say about that!
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Tonight I was feeling very homemakerly (yes, I realize this is not a word!) so I was baking things to take to work and share with my wondeful colleagues, as tomorrow is my last day on the job. I decided to try to make peanut britte from scratch... I looked on the internet, found a recipe that seemed easy enough. I went to Marsh and bought the ingredients, and I was so pleased with myself when I got home for trying new things. Well... turns out I'm not so great at peanut brittle. I followed the recipe, but my brittle never got brittle... it hardened, but it was still really chewy... like pull the crowns off your teeth and dental appliences out of your mouth kind of chewy. It took Wade about 15 minutes to finally get one piece down. I was so sad... but hey, I tried! After all, I never claimed to be Betty Crocker! Let's hope for better luck next time.
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Working with high school students and their parents is usually quite awesome. And generally I enjoy working at the fine private institution that employs me... however, right after school was over the other day (one of the busiest times in a school office) I had the following conversation. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
ME: (School Name), this is Emily, can I help you?
HER: Hi, this is Mrs. Smith, and I need to talk to my son, Joe Smith.
ME: I'll page him, and if he comes up to the office you can talk to him.
HER: Ok.

I page Joe Smith. He doens't come to the office. I page him again... 5 minutes go by.

ME: Joe did not come to the office.
HER: Well why not? Where is he?
ME: I'm not sure.
HER: He hasn't called me to tell me when I'm supposed to pick him up.
ME: Well, I'll page him again, and if he does come up here, I'll have him call you back.
HER: Well could you go take a look around the school to see where he is? Sometimes he goes to the music room. He might be outside.
ME: Unfortunatley I have to answer the phones right now.
HER: Well can you send someone to look for him?
ME: Not really, everyone in the office is very busy right now.
HER: Well, when should I pick him up then?
ME: I don't know. You are more than welcome to come look for him.
HER: Well, I guess that's the only option I have left.
ME: BYE :)

Honestly... this is what I wanted to say...

ME: (School Name), this is Emily, can I help you?
HER: Hi, this is Mrs. Smith, and I need to talk to my son, Joe Smith.
ME: I'll page him, and if he comes up to the office you can talk to him.
HER: Ok.

I page Joe Smith. He doens't come to the office. I page him again... 5 minutes go by.

ME: Joe did not come to the office.
HER: Well why not? Where is he?
ME: Sadly, I didn't bring my crystal ball to work today, so I'm not sure.
HER: He hasn't called me to tell me when I'm supposed to pick him up.
ME: Well, I'm sorry your kid isn't responsible, but I've got bigger fish to fry.
HER: Well could you go take a look around the school to see where he is? Sometimes he goes to the music room. He might be outside.
ME: I don't have time to run your errands. I'm a busy girl. I've got to deal with 83 other mothers and their petty requests.
HER: Well can you send someone to look for him?
ME: No... again, sadly, I left my servants at home today.
HER: Well, when should I pick him up then?
ME: Probably before they lock the building up.
HER: Well, I guess that's the only option I have left.
ME: Indeed... and good ridance.

But, as I didn't want to be fired, I was polite :) But, after working in the office, I have vowed never to become a crazy parent :)
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What is it about the universe that causes this: Every time a person is late, they get caught behind the most horrible traffic, slow-moving farm equipment, or some other such snail-like creature. We were running quite late today... and were unable to make the time up by driving like maniacs. Ridiculous, I say. If we hadn't been in any hurry it would have been smooth sailing... oh, the universe is cruel :-)


Today Wade and I went to lunch with one of our best pals, Jack. Jack is actually one of Wade's childhood chums, but since Wade and I are married, now I get the pleasure of his friendship. We happened to be in Lafayette for a family funeral, so we went to hooked up with Jack and went to Applebees. We had the most horrible waitress. She ignored us practically the whole time we were there... refusing to offer us our "complimetary beverage refills" and just being generally unpolite. And the place wasn't busy... she only had us and one other table. Wade proceeded to "show her" by giving her a 5% tip... and then we sat there for 2 hours chatting. She would walk by occasionally and give Wade evil glares. Oh, and here is a tip for all those who take food home with them. DO NOT put steamed vegetables in a take-out box and then let them sit for any amount of time. The smell they produce is nothing short of foul and noxious. This just goes to show your mother lied to you... vegetables are really not that great.
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Today was Wade's Dad's birthday, so we went to have dinner with them tonight. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law were going to pick up the pizza (turns out when you live in the middle of nowhere, Papa Johns does NOT deliver!) so I was keeping an eye on our niece while they were gone. Taylor is 2, darling in every way, and we love her to pieces. We were sitting in the basement and the menfolk were watching the Purdue game. Taylor had been playing behind the couch with a "Dora the Explorer" toy... supposedly this toy is educational because it sings to her in Spanish... meanwhile, it made me want to beat myself, and I had "Let's go... vaminos... let's go... vaminos" running through my head for hours... note to anyone who buys my yet-to-be-conceived children toys of any kind... please, nothing with annoying children singing! Anyway, back to the story. So I notice I haven't heard Dora singing in a couple of minutes, and I look and Taylor is not there. I go to investigate, and she is in the bathroom, playing in the toilet. Moral of the story... you can not predict the acts of a two year old child. And if you don't hear "Dora" for more than 2 seconds... be afraid... be very afraid. :)
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I have a distinct memory of being in high school and thinking, "It would be the coolest thing ever in life to live in an apartment." I honest-to-goodness thought this. My, was I stupid. Living in an apartment is not at all fun. It is the antithesis of fun. You have no space, your neighbors are loud, you have to park outside, and if anything breaks it takes your handyman (who doesn't seem all that handy, afterall) about 2 weeks to come and fix even the smallest of repairs. Moral of the story... I was stupid and wrong. Don't ever live in an apartment.

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I just don't get people sometimes... there are some crazy people out there! I'm presently in a debate with someone on a message board about choices, actions, and consequences. It amazes me daily there are people convicted of crimes and sentenced to jail in our society today, because everyone seems to have a reason for why what they've done is not their fault, and why they don't deserve what happened to them. We were talking about giving clean needles to drug users. I think that is condoning drug use, but I'm just a crazy conservative! At any rate, I was also saying that getting AIDS is a consequence of shooting up. You go into the situation knowing that if you are doing drugs, bad things may happen to you. Some girl told me I was heartless because no one deserves to get AIDS, regardless of what choices they made. I told her it is sad people get sick, and yes we can feel sorry for them and help them out, but they are responsible for their actions. Maybe this is a hard concept to understand... or maybe our present society just swings so far to the left they are drowning in a sea of liberalism. Arg!
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I'm so excited to be done with school for the semester. The complete and utter distaste I have for the IU school of Education is totally overwhelming! I've never been a part of something so ridiculous in all of my days. But I'm excited for student teaching to start in a couple of weeks. I'm finally going to get to start teaching... it's about time!

We put up our meager Christmas decorations the other day. We don't have much, since this is our first Christmas. There is no room in our apartment for a "regular" sized tree, so we bought a little fake one. It's not quite the same, but it helps me feel "Chirstmasy." Mom bought me the dancing and singing snowmen from Halmark. I wanted them when Wade and I were at the Hallmark store the other day, but he said no b/c they were the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen. Bah-humbug Wade! I recounted this story to Mom, and she got them for me. What a nice lady she is. (Yes, as an English person, I know I'm not supposed to end my sentence with "is"... but quite frankly, who cares?) Wade also hung some Christmas lights outside on our porch. They look quite festive. I'm not quite sure what he was mumbling under his breath while he was putting them up in the 25 degree weather, but I don't think it was "I love my wife and how she wants to decorate with lights to spread Christmas cheer to our neighbors."

I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow for presents for the family... I asked Aaron what he wanted as a gift. He said he didn't know, and I told him "I don't know=socks." He's thinking it over. Men in your family are so hard to buy for... I never know what to get them. Women are so much easier to buy for... at least we know how to make suggestions and drop hints!
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After reading the blogs of my deligtful cousins, I wanted to play too :) I doubt, however, that I will have as many interesting/insightful things to say, but hey, what can you do? :)
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