Typhoon Melor

Here are some pics of Mike and I at the Air Force Ball. If you know Mike, then I really don't need to explain why he wore those ridiculous glasses most of the night. 

Well, here it is. The Tropical Cyclone Conditions of Readiness (TCCOR) is now at 1 which means that Typhoon Melor is ashore and actually outside my window. For the past week, it has rained...and rained...and rained. I normally appreciate the rainy weather but now that I work with 16 5 year olds, I really don't like it anymore! Having a class full of kindergartners makes it really difficult when they don't have recess. Even if they're only outside for 15 minutes, it makes a HUGE difference in the climate of our classroom for the rest of the day. So needless to say, during recess time, I've plugged in a reliable Dr. Seuss video that keeps them preoccupied. I also have them do yoga and jumping jacks! Heck they needed to be tired and out of breath from something. Anyway, I was armed and ready for yet another rainy day where I had children running around, not listening to me, and a certain few kicking and screaming on the floor during clean-up time. It is during those times that I wonder why I do what I do! At 2 when the school bell rang, I heard my principal's voice on the intercom announcing that school would be cancelled for tomorrow because of Typhoon Melor! Oh my gosh...I was dancing and skipping as I shoved my kids out the door. This couldn't have come at a better time. I REALLY need this day. So far I've slept in (7am is sleeping in for me as I usually get up at 5!), made some tea with honey and lemon, and now I've got the sweet sounds of The View playing in the background. Oh what a glorious morning! Who cares that the tree in our backyard keeps losing its limbs or when I went into the kitchen this morning, the top of the stove and underneath it was full of water. I LOVE Typhoons ; ) 

On another note, lets talk about my brat dog Huey. Sure he's super cute and funny most of the time, but I almost died at the dinner table when I had to friends over. Here we are happily chatting and eating our meal when I get suspicious whiff of something oh so not pleasant. I look down and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a pile of s%^#@...under the table...as we're eating dinner!!! I could have killed him and probably would had my guests not been there. Lucky for me, Kristen and Quinn (side note, Kristen's last name is Hughey and her husband's name is Quinn, kinda funny right?) are super laid back and have a bad dog of their own so they were really understanding. But OH MY GOSH, Huey has NEVER done that before and I seriously thought this potty training thing was under control. I guess not. So to end this post, I have to give a shout out to my mother-in-law who sent us a package of goodies and some things for Huey. I took a few pictures of him enjoying his new presents. Don't be fooled by his cuteness. He's still an a$$hole.