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One Monday down, eight to go

03/05/2012 Nichole

The kids’ homeschool co-op started its spring session today. I’m “teaching” a class called “Planes, Trains and Automobiles and Other Things That Go” for the 3- to 5-year-old set. Five boys and one girl signed up, and today when we started there was also a surprise 2-year-old there. I had a book to read and a few craft-ish things planned. But you know what they say: Planning to keep the attention of a hoard of preschoolers for an hour is planning to fail. Or something like that.

How I’d Envisioned the Class Going

How the Class Actually Went

It’s gonna be a long nine weeks.

Mighty List, Screen time

I stayed up far too late last night watching ‘In the Heat of the Night’

03/02/2012 Nichole 1 Comment

My step-grandfather used to watch the TV version of “In the Heat of the Night,” so that’s what we watched when we were at their house when I was a kid. Well, that or NASCAR or the Grand Ol’ Opry. All three of them bored me to tears. This could explain my aversion to racing and country music as well as why I was never interested in watching the feature film “In the Heat of the Night.” It won the Academy Award for Best Picture in 1967, though, which obligated me to watch it, as pursuant to the terms set forth in my Mighty List. So when Rockford had a long, late-night conference call and I discovered “In the Heat of the Night” was available “On Demand,” I figured it was meant to be.

Potentially spoilerish thoughts on the film and also tangential thoughts had whilst watching the film:

: Is it just me, or do all the best movies start out with a pie-hoarding diner creep, a pervy patrol officer and some naked cola drinking? Or maybe that’s just this movie and all of David Lynch’s movies.

Off topic, I overheard an old-timer talking about drinking some dope today. And then they talked about how “that’s what people around here used to call Co-Cola, but now you can get in trouble for saying you’re going to buy some dope.” Every bit of which is true.

Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Off topic, I overheard an old-timer talking about drinking some dope today. And then they talked about how “that’s what people around here used to call Co-Cola, but now you can get in trouble for saying you’re going to buy some dope.” Every bit of which is true.

Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Rod Steiger may actually be the valedictorian of gum-chewing. Nobody chews gum like Steiger. Steiger won Best Actor for this movie. His gum should’ve won Supporting Actor.

“Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: “Shag Bag, Hounds & Harvey” — aka The Guy Running for the Arkansas State Line song — would totally be on my running playlist if I were a runner. The whole soundtrack is pretty great. “Foul Owl” would be right at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: Virgil Tibbs. All business, all the time. The greenhouse scene is 110 percent boss.

I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I never knew where “They call me Mr. Tibbs” came from. Now I do.

I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I’d probably be supercrabby, too, if I had to work with Shagbag and the rest of the doofus corps.

I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.
: I think I grew up in a wormhole. Except for the train station, my hometown looked pretty much just like Sparta, right down to the glass bottle Coke machines.

In conclusion, that was a good movie. I’m glad I stayed up to watch it.

Bandwagons

The final few photos from that project

03/02/2012 Nichole 2 Comments

OK, so February’s photo-a-day project entirely fell apart. But here are the last few pictures I managed to take!

Day Eighteen: Drink

I’ve been trying to drink the recommended 8-10 glasses of water a day, so I bought myself a glass pitcher that holds something like 72 ounces. I don’t know why it seems easier to drink, but it does.

Day Twenty: Handwriting

I thought about taking a picture of my grocery list, but then I decided to write down a line from my favorite song instead.

It's from "Hummingbird" by Wilco. — February 20. Handwriting.

Day Twenty-One: A Fave Photo of You

Aw, look at little me. First day of kindergarten, shorter than a mailbox and all full of promise with my little blue satchel in front of a sugar beet field. I think this would’ve been 1982 or so.