that vision thang

Stolen from tisara, who "stole" it from someone else....

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Friskey Forrester


2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream, fave cookie
Chocolate Chocolate Chip (that one isn't so great....)

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial, first three letters of your last name)
C Hey

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color, fav animal)
Purple Turtle

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city you were born in)
Charlotte Mae Philadelphia (Stole my daughters middle names- I don't have one!)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first three letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name)
Hey Ci

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (second fav color, first tool that comes to mind, with the word "the")
The Pink Drill

8. NASCAR NAME: (names of your grandfathers)
Linus Charles

9. STRIPPER NAME : (fav candy, second fav color)
Dark Chocolate Pink

10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (middle names of mother and father)
Ann James

And, of course, I add the famous porn star name....your first pet and the street you grew up on: Friskey Ridgeway.

This caught my eye because it was ROCK STAR NAME first, and I just Guitar Hero III from my husband and the girls for my b-day. I am ridiculously excited about a toy for a newly 35 year old teacher/wife/mom. We sat and played a little before bed. I am Vudu Dahl, the name of my mythical high school band (tons of bad lyrics and an electric guitar named Skull, gathering dust that I don't know how to play) with Sarcasmo. The Flowers each have a band named after them, and I helped them play. Younger simply hit any button and didn't care what happened; she's two, that's what I figured would happen. Elder, at 4 1/2, wants to play but doesn't quite have the hang of it. So she held the guitar, and I stood behind her and slumped down to her height to play it. My back is killing me, but that's the best song I did do far. "Slow Ride" is mostly down, now; but I still can't believe how hard that damn Poison song "Talk Dirty To Me" is, especially after listening to it so flippin' much in high school. I brought absolutely nothing home from school to work on tonight and am sitting and playing Guitar Hero until my exhausted body demands sleep. I am giving tests almost all day tomorrow, so I will do grading there and bring nothing home this weekend. We are losing the kids to Mom-mom, going out to hang out at the Art Museum and book stores and eat out in restaurants children aren't welcome. I may even venture into (GASP HERE) a BAR.

Then Sunday will bring a family trip to see Horton Hears A Who.

I'm having a lot of fun just hanging with my girls and hubby. I sometimes get really wrapped up in work-- deadlines and new assignments and such-- and I really did the past week, as I took on an extra class for a teacher that left. English. Which I swore I'd never teach again. We are doing Fahrenheit 451 (I'm still at the background and history part; today was a vocab lesson on anti-intellectualism, utopia, and dystopia) which I haven't read since high school (pushing twenty years, here) and have never taught. So that, on top of my usual craziness, had been the last week. Everyday of the last week. And today/tonight has just been fun. My heart is a little lighter than it was yesterday.

And, to top it off, a student wrote me a letter telling me happy birthday, since she didn't have a card, and how much she appreciated all my help with her senior project. I almost teared up.

Almost.

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