day 9. how much FUN is this?

woke up this morning concerned once more because i have nowt to blog about.
helen's blog is already made and up.
she did that yesterday all i had to do was post it this a.m.
strikes me tho' that because she is 5 hours ahead of me in the UK she may already have been online and thought that her admin. assistant had let her down.
i may be getting reprimanded this week at our staff meeting.
she's past the 11th hour of the 11th day etc. so it's in effect, history now.
that will make sense if you check it out.
maybe i should have posted it last night.
well, what scintillating things can i tell you on this day 9?

i have given up the nabloblahblah thing but i still feel the need to blog about something.
hmm,
well stand by your beds for this newsflash.
last night i did some ironing.
while i was watching dancing with the stars and bemoaning the fact that edyta sliwinska and i have NOTHING in common apart from the XX chromosomes

and i think she got more of one of the X's than me, i decided to swing into action and do some ironing. so that's what i did.
oh aye, it's all fun and games at clippy mat's house on a monday night.
m.o.h. was at work, it was just me and the cat.
and we watched DWTS together.
we liked Brooke this week, but we are still not fond of that Lacey chick.

oh and before that, after work that is i went boot shopping.
i needed some boots of the ankle length variety.
and i got two pairs. because they had two pairs on for $99 so that's a bargain right?
they were 70 bucks each separately so you do the math.
i know it's an advertising scam.
i'm not daft.
but still i felt good about it.
now my boots are not QUITE as sexy as this little number alas.

i'm more of your practical woman, but they are a tad similar. and the other pair is not.
how's that for descriptive?

yesterday the students in our program were talking about remembrance day.
some of them had been to a service on sunday where the last post was played and wreaths were layed at the war memorial.
so today we are going to centre our reading, writing and comprehension activities around that topic.
they seem really interested in it.
so i'm glad about that.
our students are adults, all over the age of 18 and the oldest is 46, i think.
they all went thru high school but because of their learning difficulties and delays their education was nearly always limited to 'helpful tasks' such as growing flowers, waste management, cooking or goofing off in general.
or for some of them, they just put in their time until someone said, 'bye bye'.
so few of them worked on the 3R's which is what we are doing now.
so that they can become employable.
a valued member of society.
(some of them prefer not to work, but the ministry of lazysods whom i work for, says otherwise so that's why i do what i do.)
but,
where was i going with this?
ah yes, yesterday one of them asked me about the war and i started to talk about growing up as a child in the late 50's and early 60's (before YOU were born) in the UK, and how there were still air raid shelters around and how they frightened the bejesus out of me because being a kid you had to prove how brave you were by showing the other kids that you weren't afraid to go down there.
where, hopefully, they couldn't see you'd wet your knickers and almost pooped your pants.
which reminds me of a bobby thompson joke. (see the youtube video from the other day re bobby)

WWII, bobby and wife fast asleep in bed.
bobby's wife: "bobby there's an air raid siren."
bobby. "get up and let's go to the shelter"
wife. wailing, "bobby i cannit find me teeth."
bobby, "they're droppin' bombs not pork samwiches."

that joke kills me.
every time.
HAVE A GREAT DAY!