Not So Bulletproof

• This past Friday I taught a 4th grade class.  That's the oldest class I've taught in a while, and I LOVED it.  The classroom had a fantastic in-class library (read: amazing book collection filling a wall and a half) and it even SMELLED the way school is supposed to.  You know, the good school smell.

• Saturday Matt and I went to a park a short drive away from the house and hiked around for an hour or so.  We really miss that kind of thing, and it was a great morning to go.

• Yesterday we went to Six Flags again.  We really like that place.  Good thing we bought season passes!  Anyway, Matt spun himself sick on the 8 Ball ride and so we took it pretty easy the rest of the day.  We also dished out $15 for one of those giant collector's cups and got free refills all day.  Never in my life have I ever drank so much Mr. Pibb and blue Powerade.  I don't regret that ridiculously overpriced purchase one bit.

• I found a bone in my tamale at dinner last night.

• I taught first grade again today...my second cousin was in the class.  So, that was fun.  She wasn't quite sure what to call me (as it would be improper to call me by my first name in front of all her classmates), so she just didn't call me anything.

• I think I hurt my back at Zumba last week.  Guess we'll see how it does tonight.

• Matt and I are eating up this free trial of Netflix.  Our favorites: The Office, 30 Rock, Futurama, and the Cosby Show.

• I'm exhausted.  And running late for Zumba.  More later.