And the foot keeps on comin'

Twice in the same class I called this student of mine, who is a Hispanic girl, "Margarita". Problem is, her name is Karen.

I know that sounds really funny at first, but it's not as bad as it sounds, I have a student (who looks just like her) named Margarita. (Yes, like the drink)

But I was able to play it off the first time I made the mistake, the second time though...it was just awkward.

uh..what?

I just ...(I almost said "carused"...which isn't even a word...although it is similar to "caroused" which means "drunken merry-making")....

...I just PERUSED back to my first post - which is a picture of one of Micah's ultrasounds, and I noticed that there were two "trackbacks"...which I thought strange since I'm not really sure how those things work. So I clicked to see what it was tracked back to... Micah's ultrasound was tracked back to ....the Notorious B.I.G.

Alrighty then.

A dream I had back in February

A post over at "a couple of words" reminded me of this dream I had back in February. After I had the dream I typed it on my computer so I could remember it. Everything following this I typed back then...even the parenthetical at the bottom.

My Dream

This is my dream from February 8^th, Sunday morning before I woke up. After Tori awakened me, I made a point to go over my dream a few times while I remembered it, so I would not forget it. I figured I would anyway, so I immediately went to the computer and typed up my dream. I remembered it so vividly that I wanted to be able to look at it later. Some things in the dream I believe I know why I dreamed them, while other parts, who knows why?

I’m going to tell the dream, but I’m going to put into parenthesis some explanations of why I think I dreamed certain parts. The part of the dream that I type is of course not the actual beginning of my dream. I’m sure what I started dreaming when I fell asleep to what I was dreaming when I woke up was one long collage of a dream. This is the part I remember before I woke up.

It picks up with myself, my mother and Adrian Rogers sitting around my grandmother’s table in her dining room. (Dr. Adrian Rogers is pastor of the mega-church Bellevue Baptist Church in Cordova, Tenn. My grandmother, whose house I’m in during the dream died a few years ago. When she was alive she lived with my Aunt who attended Dr. Rogers church) the conversation we are having is about dying. Adrian Rogers asks my mom if she is sure of her salvation. She says she is. He asks her if she has any unconfessed sins. There is a long pause. Mom starts thinking back to the Vietnam War. Now the dream shifts to an open field in Vietnam. My mother is not my mother anymore, she is a male soldier. She is in a ditch with 3 other soldiers. She is a few feet in front of them. She turns around and guns all 3 down. Now the dreams shifts back to the kitchen table in my grandmother’s house. All three of us take off running out the door. We are now outside of a gas station at night. Dr. Rogers is now chasing me. (The main character shifted from being my mom to being me.) He is chasing me saying something about I should have died back then. (Or he should have died back then, I’m not sure which one. Him should have being killed back then wouldn’t make much sense, but I think I remember it not making much sense.) So Adrian Rogers puts a bomb on a Ford Explorer parked outside the gas station and it blows up. But I wasn’t in it and I sped away. So I start driving back home. I drive up the road in front of my Church, First Baptist of Cornelia, and I see the two mean women I used to work with, standing inside the front doors of the church talking to each other. But they didn’t see me drive by. (They were two of the mean as snakes teachers I worked with in Banks County. They didn’t like me and they were bitter and mean toward the students too. I didn’t like them. I think in my dream, even though they were in the church, they were there as teachers. Maybe the church was a school.) I pull up to an intersection. The intersection is the one in Young Harris, at the one red light the town has. (I was coming from the Blairsville direction.) But on the right side, (the side Young Harris College is on), it was the normal landscape, but on the left side it was Times Square. (Except it didn’t look like the real Times Square but it just was the beginning of many high-rise buildings.) There were crowds of people in the streets. All of them marching in one of the two directions of the intersection. Those that were marching from the College side into the city side were all pro-homosexual marriage people who were loudly declaring that homosexual marriages were right and fair. The crowd of people walking the other way was all against homosexual marriages and they were loudly declaring their views. I got into the crowd and had to start walking across the intersection. I was walking with the people who were pro-homo marriages. (This is because it is the direction of my parent’s house. I assure you it is not because I subconsciously support that position. I also believe I was dreaming this part because I am amazed at the number of people in this country who actually support gay marriage. [Although I do not believe it is anywhere near the amount the media would have you believe. But I don’t know if I was taking that into consideration in the dream.] And so in my dream I seemed to be putting myself in the middle of the people who support it because it is interesting to me that so many people could support such a abnormal and sickening thing and subconsciously I wanted to see what made them tick...kind of like what drove me to read some of Hitler’s book Mien Kampf to see what made him tick.) So I start walking in the road with the throng of people and I cross the Young Harris intersection heading into the city side. It’s a sunny day. As I’m walking on the left sidewalk, I hear a guy behind me yelling his pro-homosexual marriage diatribe. I turn and look at him and he’s dressed like a orthodox Jew, with a yam craw and black clothes with a white collar and he has a couple of those curly locks of hair in the front like most orthodox Jews have. (I think the reason he looked like this in my dream is because of the dogmatic way the message was being proclaimed. In my subconscious I think it reminded me of the dogma of Orthodox Judaism. He was declaring it like it was true and he was angry at anyone who thought otherwise.) I turned back and kept walking. Then a girl dressed like a Broadway showgirl wearing a glittery top hat came up beside me and told me that she could relay her entire pro-homo marriage message to me in a one-minute long song, it was a scientific fact. I told her she could if she could if she could sing and walk at the same time. Others around us laughed because they knew she wanted me to stand still. So she starts singing as we approach an underpass. I look up as we approach the looming concrete, dark underpass... (And this is where Tori pounces on me and tells me its time to get up and go to church) J

(This was neat to be able to remember almost all aspects of this dream, because I got to see where my brain was pulling things from and how it was putting it all together in a constantly shifting storyline. Even though the storyline was always shifting, the fact that it was ONE story and not disconnected “dreams” was interesting. The changing of the main character was also interesting. The main character changed forms from my mother, to a Vietnam soldier, to me. And when the character changed form, he/she was still the main character because others people’s interest was still focused on the main character. Like when Adrian Rogers was focused on my mother [main character] and then it shifts to me [main character], Adrian Rogers is still chasing me as if I were the same character. So I think there was always a main character. It was also neat to see that other characters are not necessarily static. For example, at first, Adrian Rogers was like he was in real life. He was sincere and probing for spiritual truth and then next thing you know he is trying to kill mom/me. I also wonder if it is any coincidence that the pro-homo marriage people were the ones walking INTO the city. I wonder if the Broadway dancer girl who told me it was a scientific fact that she could relay her pro-homo message to me in exactly one minute was representative of television and the movies? The dogmatic Jewish man reminds me of the tenacity and dogmatic approach of the left wing liberals preaching their filth. I wish I could have kept dreaming, and seen what would have happened next.

Ok, there’s the dream.

Something I saw on the county mail today...thought it was neat.

English Again

You've learned to speak fluent English, you must be a genius! This little treatise on the lovely language we share is only for the brave.

Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn:

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.

2) The farm was used to produce produce.

3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum

9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

10) I did not object to the object.

11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

13) The two were too close to the door to close it.

14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.

15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail

18) After a number of injections my jaw got number.

19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests

21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.

Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square and a Guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?

One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? Is it an odd, or an end?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?

Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all.

That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.


P.S. - Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"?

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Back to the future...

This is the kind of car I plan on getting. My family has had several in the past. I learned to drive in a rabbit. (A cabriolet is just a convertable version of the rabbit)

I love rabbits. David used to give me a hard time in college, saying they were ugly. Like I said I learned to drive in one, and then later I had a white cabriolet, so I don't know, I guess it's a sentimental attraction I've always had with them.

I was planning to get a mini-monster truck...but that was when we had a little more income from being on staff at church...so now, I go to plan B.

It will serve the purpose of allowing us much cheaper insurance payments - because I will have just collision, whereas now I pay for full coverage. So that will be a monthly savings. Mostly, I will just be putting back and forth to work in it. (And it's obviously great on gas.)

So...1988....here I come.

Come friend...I give you good deal.

It's back to work at Charlie's Automart. Now for sale - my 2002 Dodge Neon. I'm selling it basically to get a more inexpensive car that I will only pay for minimal insurance in; as compared to the Neon that I pay for Full coverage in.

The car I will get is a VW Cabriolet...I will post more on that later.

If you want to see the website I made to post pictures of this car....you can see it here.

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One letter tilts, and just look what can happen.

Gov. Perdue declares today - "E-bay Day"

Ok, not really. But he could have for me...I just listed 9 things on E-bay. I would like to list things on there alot, but I don't have the time or motivation usually. But since I had today off, I went ahead and bit the bullet and listed a bunch of stuff. That was just my stuff...now Tori has taken pictures of about 15 things that she says she is going to list.

Hopefully, there are a lot of teachers at home looking to bid on things....

:-)

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

I decided to post a few funny pictures today. They've been a good laugh for me this morning.

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cough.....cough....David.

This is a guy who writes on bathroom stalls.

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Canada Strikes Back

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Something-thirty

In 4 1/2 years I will be thirty.

30. 30 years old. Not 16, not 18, not 21.....

...but 30. Not that I mind, ...I don't.

It's just wierd.


(Any of you ever think about that?)

All of a sudden - I have a 4 day weekend

Tori and I were in the process of heading over to my parents house (where I am now) for a weekend visit - when I found out that Gov. Perdue has cancelled all schools for Monday and Tuesday due to a possible shortage of diesel fuel.

Now I all of a sudden have a 4 day weekend. Rock on.

I didn't feel like writing anything tonight, so I just posted some funny pictures instead.

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Raising the bar

This is what animals must be able to do at David's house in order to not be taken to the Pound.

Caution: Bathroom Stall Writing Ahead

Ok. This post is a little on the crude side. And maybe you can't handle the humor of it, if you're not a public middle school teacher. But I walked into a bathroom stall at work today and saw this and cracked up. No matter where I am...Wal-Mart, Sears, schools, etc., there are ALWAYS nasty things written on the stalls. But I just...crack...up when I see mispelled crude phrases. ...It's like they tried so hard....and thats what comes out. They really wanted to insult you...and this is it. Is it bad, yes. ...does the spelling make it hilarious to me...yes again.

Charlie's Kitchen

The other day...I decided to make sugar cookies....why? I don't know. But I did. Please take time to check out my cool colored icing and cookie decorations. Bet you can't tell what sport has been on my mind lately. I also make a Falcons' bird logo cookie...however, somehow Tori didn't recognize it as a purposefully made cookie and thought it was a scrap and left it on the pan (see below).

Is this not obviously the Atlanta Falcons bird logo (flying to the left).??? Apparantly not, as Tori left it on the cooking pan thinking it was a scrap piece.

Art imitating life, or David and Jared imitating statues?

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More pictures have been added to Micah's blog

.....what the title says.

http://www.micahkelly.blogspot.com

Just thought I'd post

Since I haven't posted since Saturday, I figured I should. Things are just scootin' along. I just got back from church. It was my last Wed. night at that church. Sunday will be our last Sunday. The following weekend I'll be visiting David in B-ham, and the next Sunday....I will actually get to go to McConnell Memorial Baptist Church. My parents' (and mine and Michael's old) church. Believe it or not I have not been able to go there in 2 years. Ever since I started at my current position. It will be so nice to get to go there and visit again. I can't believe I haven't been there in two years.

Otherwise, work is just chugging along. I'm filled to the brim with paperwork. If you looked at what I do timewise, you'd say I was a secretary, not a teacher. But...thats the nature of the beast.

Things are going good, and I'm happy they are. We're excited about getting to visit some local churches and see where God wants us.

10-4. Over and out.

Now taking new bets...

There is an "80 %" chance that David and Joanna's child is a girl.

So what's the spread? (Not even sure what that means) Anybody want to go out on a limb and predict a boy anyway? 10 to 1 ?

I sound like a bookie.

Still crossing....about a week left.

We have crossed the Rubicon...

....and not in a canoe.

Recipe for Disaster

No camping trip would be complete without some event happening worthy of making the blog. And I know none of my thousands (4 or 5) blog readers lives would be complete without more Charlie stories. So here's another one for the books.

The camping trip really was fun. We relaxed, played lots of cards (spades), went canoeing, ate junk food, normally would have fished (but they weren't biting), went for walks, etc. It was great. I love doing it because it is fun, but more importantly de-stressing.

But of course I am Charlie. And as such, I by nature create Charlie stories.

I like to canoe. I think I would like kayaking even more, but haven't had the chance yet. But I do like to canoe. However, between Tori and her parents, I am the only one who shares this love of canoeing. This MAY....just may...have something to do with the fact that the last time I talked Tori's parents into canoeing with me, I "jokingly" and accidentally flipped them...their cell phones...and digital camera...and beloved chihuahua.....out of their canoe. (That's yet another Charlie moment).

So anyway, I rented a canoe for 24 hours. I had a good time with it, and decided to take Tori out on a canoe adventure. After dinner we got in, and off we went. I had already explored a great part of the lake, so we headed in a slightly different direction; on a mission to try to find the end of the lake. After moving swiftly along for about 30 minutes, thoroughly enjoying the scenery as we skimmed nearby the opposite shoreline. I then believed we had arrived the end "area" of the lake. Much of the lake had driftwood and dead tree stumps sticking out of the water. Didn't bother me any. As a matter of fact, I thought it cool to be able to explore where speed boats could not go. They were just more fun obstacles to manuver.

So Tori and I are checking out this "dead zone".....and I decided to have a little fun. .......(For those of you who know me....you know this is where the trouble always starts. I get this funny look in my eye, and a sudden urge to do something unusual and often times not very bright.......but it is often times funny.....later....). So I decide to myself..."Hey, I know, It would be fun to start paddling as fast as I can, and try to bulldoze one of these tall dead tree stumps with the canoe!" Now, see.......it sounds dumb now.....; but at the time it really seemed like a great idea. They look really rickety, and like I could just bowl them over with my speedy tin canoe.

Of course, I don't tell Tori my plan...my only words to her are....."Stop paddling and watch this." This should of been enough of a warning sign. But....no...it wasn't. So I start paddling faster and faster..... There are stumps everywhere and so Tori doesn't notice that I have picked the biggest one out and am heading straight for it with all my might. I go faster and faster, just imagining the fun crack of the stump as I destroy it with my battleship. Finally she realizes what I am doing, but it is too late.

WHAM!!

With a giant thud I plow into the large stump. ....it does not move. .......It does respond, however. Little did I know it, but the stump I happened to pick out, also happened to be the Grand Central Station for all the wasps in the known universe. The stump vomited out wasps, like it was the 4th of July and they were the fireworks. It was like I was Osama Bin Laden looking up at the entire U.S. Airforce. Of course, I pull out my heavy artillery. My slow, non-arodynamic swinging of a little, blue plastic paddle. But I was aiming for them. One at a time. I finally realized I was slightly outnumbered, and the best thing to do was run. Or in this case canoe. So I told Tori to start paddleing and I put it in high gear and started to flee.

Luckily, the wasps did not care to pursue.....except for this one who escorted me out of the premises. I'm not sure....but I think he gave me a dirty look before he turned around and went back.

As you might imagine.....there is a very good possibility.....that next time....I'll be canoeing alone.

For me....camping is all about the activities.

Family Time at the Campground

More pictures have been entered on the Micah Pictorial Blog. http://www.micahkelly.blogspot.com

Gettin' gone

Tori, Micah and I are going camping with Tori's parents at a state park for the Labor Day weekend; gas prices be darned.

So adios - and see you Tuesday.

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