It Doesn't Take Much

Sometimes good things are BIG!

I scored a great prize today!  I have been worrying about making these giant eggs for the musical, "Honk", that we are going to be performing next weekend.  I mean worry with a capital "W".  I am worried they are going to look dorky, I am worried I won't make them round enough, I am real worried I won't finish them in time, I am worried that they will fall over, suffocate the children inside, fall apart, become unusable and I WAS worried that I wouldn't have enough cardboard to make the crazy things.  I came across 2 HUGE pieces of cardboard on a cart in the hallway.  Can you imagine- right on a cart? Yeah, baby!  This kind of thing is an art teacher's dream.  It is like finding a gift with a bow on it outside your door, or someone made you cookies and left them on your kitchen table.  You have a great treat and you didn't even have to hardly do anything to indulge.  So after finding the relative owner of the cardboard, and making it MINE, I merrily wheeled it down the hallway to my art room, where I began it's transformation into giant egg.

Hmm, it sort of looks more like a squat carrot.  Well, onward!

Some of you might not know that I teach elementary children art, too.  I have them in the morning, so I don't remember the shenanigans that they get into as well as the HS kids.  That is because I have discovered I have CRS syndrome.  CRS stands for Can't Remember Stuff. You can substitute the word in the "S" slot for any colorful noun you would like, but for this purpose- stuff.  Tonight, for the 3rd night in a row, I have forgotten a cup of tea in the microwave for an hour or MORE!!  Last night I forgot the tea twice, as the first time I ended up giving it over to the Mad Husband so I selfishly could have a fresh cup.  Yes, in the space of 1 minute and 30 seconds I can completely forget about the existence of the tea that I so lovingly put into the microwave, after reading the sage quotation on the Good Earth tea bag. I have the spun honey on the counter with a spoon, I walk out of the room and then wham.  CRS has struck again.  Good thing I don't have to take care of anything important like children or pets or something... oh wait!  Did I feed the horse?

Still waiting

So, until next time, be a joy giver- don't forget!