Archive for February, 2008

My Valentine…

Mr. Shoo is sick…and crabby. Now, when I get sick, I might be the whiniest ball of germs on the planet, but I’m at least too miserable to be unpleasant. Mr. Shoo, on the other hand, must’ve gotten the angry germs because not only is he sick and whiny, he’s also not being exceptionally nice.

Hopefully, despite his illness, this will put him in a better mood…

My Valentine is my darling hubby.
Because of me his clothes aren’t grubby.
I wash his shirts and boxers too
because I’m his Mrs. Shoo.

I make him dinner quite a bit.
If I want to go out, he throws a fit.
He plays the Wii like a pro…
Sometimes he gets beaten though.

I love him like a fat kid loves cake.
And a good wifey, I try to make.
I’ll keep him around for a while
because he usually makes me smile.

Okay, so, I totally copied the idea from him, but let’s be honest, mine is way better…I mean it has such a better rhyme scheme, and I include a simile…two of them.

Happy Valentine’s Day, honey bunny.

Who won??

This is what teachers do when we have too much time on our hands…and a smack-talking ginger kid with “puny girl arms.”

arm wrestling

Note the look of concentration on Berry’s face…and Tereasa’s guns!!

Still aching…

My body still hurts…which made for a really long day.

I’m hanging out on the couch snuggled under a comforter. It’s been a long day for both Shoo and me, so we’re vegging out watching Cities of the Underworld, one of our personal History Channel favorites.

I watched some of the Superbowl yesterday, but not being a big football fan, I was in it more for the commercials. Shoo already mentioned the Justin Timberlake/Pepsi Stuff debut.

While watching JT get racked by a mailbox was entertaining, I wasn’t terribly impressed by this or any of the other commercials this year…except for the lizards.

Thriller…Lizards…Dancing…Can’t get any better, right?

Other than this one, I was more impressed with the Mythbusters marathon going on. I did however call the Giants’ win. With the help of Princess the camel, I chose the Giants. While Princess reinforced my initial choice, I originally chose the Giants because they weren’t caught cheating. Now, I’ve been told that every team cheats…however, not only were the Pats cheaters, but they were stupid enough to get caught. My strange morals and humped friend helped me to choose the winning team! Should’ve put some money on the game.

Hello, world!!

As some of you know, I once had a blog. I was the good time girl…but, alas, being a teacher, I constantly have young’uns snooping into my personal life. So, the GTG blog disappeared. But, now I’m back…from outer space…or from the comfort of my own living room, whatever. Instead of hijacking the gotshoo? whenever I want to talk to the world, I asked my dear, sweet husband to create a blog for me. So, here I am. While the gotshoo? might have a multitude of dog pictures and occasional geeky drivel, I have a command of the English language and a witty rapport (or I’ll just steal dog pics from the hubby). So, on with the show.

Despite the fact that I’m attempting to get over a sinus infection, I went sledding with Betsy and Robbie, the Heinzels and my husband last night. I haven’t been sledding since stealing pieces of cardboard from the basement of the dorm I lived in my freshman year of college and “sledding” through the tundra at Eastern. (It was more of a slip-n-slide type adventure that turned into a snowball war.) Shoo tried to keep me at home, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the fun just because of some nasty stuffy nose.

We didn’t have any sleds just sitting around, so that was our first adventure. Who knew it would be difficult to find a sled after an 11″ snow?? We went to several stores before we found $10 pieces of slippery plastic at Toys ‘R Us. We figured it was the best we were going to find, so we shelled out the $20 and headed to Passfield, where we made a few trips up and down the hill before the Betsy/Robbie/Heinzel clan arrived. Really, we were seasoned sledding veterans by the time the rest of the bunch arrived.

Me and the Yeti.

Note the positioning of the yeti as I sled like a pro.

Shoo impressed some teenage boys by going over the “jump” someone had carved out of the snow. He was on his stomach, and the boys figured with his “weight” he would go pretty fast. I can’t say I saw a whole lot of extra speed, but I was told it did hurt him a bit. The rest of the clan arrived, and we hit the slopes big time. The only thing that would’ve made the night of sledding better would be the puppybutts. I do believe Clancy would’ve loved a night of sledding. I have this image of Buddy and Clancy sitting comfortably on the yeti flying down the hill over the ramp. I think they would’ve had some puppy fun. Plus, it would make for some good gotshoo dog pics.

Today, not only do I feel like the yeti stomped all over my body, but I also feel like I may have had a sinus-related relapse, but I suppose that’s just the price I’ll have to pay for some sledding fun. (I’m prepared for the mother-lecture later.)