Stoopid

I still, despite being lactose intolerant for three years, am amazed how food can impact my emotions and feelings. It's so bizarre that eating can alter how I feel about me.

For instance, today I have had chocolate cake (there was a birthday in my K class), cheese and broccoli bites, and then for dinner I had a vegetarian monte-cristo (cheese and egg). And now? Now I feel horrid.

I am going to be alone forever because I am unlovable. I hate everything I have knit. I am too incompetent to teach. I can't make unit plans. I am unhealthy. I have stoopid hair. I blah blah blah blah. All of these things are untrue and just all around really ignorant thoughts of me to have but never the less, here I am! Sitting on my couch~ berating myself over the stupidest of things. I also decided my toenails are ugly and I'm a bad person for not hemming my jeans. Seriously. I nearly made myself cry when I realized I hadn't unplugged my phone charger from yesterday because I was a bad environmentalist.

How it is that this is because of dairy? How can one thing make me so unreasonable and lame? I always heard people talk about the connection between food and, well, everything, but I still get blown away by how powerful that connection can be. That food can impact who you are. Freaky.

In order to get out of my funk I'm going to go to knitting and hope my friends don't make me leave for being a poo. And I brushed the Spike until he decided it was time to bite me. And I'm going to eat a banana to try to counteract some of this bad dairy mojo.

Oh the Evil Spikester.

Why Hi Everybody!

I had a very busy day yesterday- saw Kipper, Nina, Ryan, Tracy, Essie, Jenn, Sara, Christina, Caitlin, Julia, Ryan, Jess, and Lisa. Not all at once of course. I was out of the house from 8am to 11pm. I bought a nice bag of veggies from the market (and of course another brownie from Veganmania). I played cards, had bubble tea, bought some yarn, and got lots of hugs. It's all good.

Otherwise than that I started teaching this week. My job is super hard and teachers are under appreciated but I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's where I want to be.

And here are some fuzzy pictures of the Beast which felted Like A Dream. No struggles, no pulling, no hand-felting~ just popped it in a pillow case, threw it in a top loader with a few towels (they did get a colour change), and without knowingly had it on delicate. Regardless, perfection! I have some beautiful pink satin/silk to line it but I couldn't photograph the colour in my night-time apartment. Try again soon. I also can't seem to find bag feet. Stupid fabricland. I will try to get some better photos right soon.

The front (which kinda is that fuzzy):
The side (those are the loops for the handles fyi) (aka: Yarnpiggy's Pasties):
The inside (knitting the fair isle loose paid off nicely):I'm pretty sure the Beast could hold water and withstand a grizzly attack.
I don't know about you but I'm going to bed.

Sweet dreams!

I fell down in a bookstore

So~ you think this is an ordinary table?
BUT YOU'RE WRONG!!!

From top left clockwise ...

All The World by Liz Scanlon (beautiful and good for all grades)

Can You Say Peace? by Karen Katz (awesome activities could be done with this book)

The Peace Book by Todd Parr (you can't help but tilt your head to the side and say 'nnt' when reading this) (nnt being the sound that you make when you click your tongue off the back of your front teeth)

Peaceful Heroes by Jonah Winter (older students for sure but a great mix of everyone being heroes from all over for all different causes)

The Lion and the Mouse illustrated by Jerry Pinkney (o.m.g.)

Shades of People by Sheila Kelly and Shelly Rotner (freaking kick ass photographs)

Bears on Chairs by Shirley Parenteau (I need to find bears so this can be acted out while read) (like I need to find these bears tomorrow)

They are for two different units on Peace~ primary (general) and intermediate (social justice/fine arts).

If all goes well, I hope that Bears on Chairs will have a special place in my heart. I'm really hoping that it will be the first book I read to kindergartners on their first day of school. Is that epic or WHAT?!??!