Five random things

One.  Tonight I took the kids out for some Pittsburgh fine dining.  Hahahahaha.  Good oxymoron, no?  The high lowlight of the evening:  Asia set her drink-straw on fire.  Smelly!

Two.  There are three types of teachers:  1. The passionate, “teaching is life” type.  2. The financially trapped, who must keep their JOB long after their passion has wilted.  3. Those who teach as a hobby.  I was a #3.  I didn’t give a crap about Math, but we sho’ did have fun learnin them numbers and Greek letters.

Three.  At the end of the day, I would walk out the classroom door, and drive home.  It was an 8 minute walk to work, but a 3 minute drive – time is money!  In those 3 minutes, the whole day would melt away, as if it never happened.  I’d turn the house key and slip from one life into another.  Sort of like:

Four.  When the flip-house went on the market, I had trouble sleeping at night.  I was sure there was a gas or water leak, but couldn’t remember where.  At 3am I’d remember.  I’d drift to sleep, confident that I’d remember in the morning.  Next morning, I’d rack my brain, but the leak information would be gone.  This went on for 2 friggin weeks!  Obviously there was no leak.  By now the place would either be under water or have been blown to bits.  Post-traumatic flip-house stress is annoying.  All this may have been caused by:

Five.  As a kid I had a nighttime ritual…I would run down the hallway and LEAP into bed, Superman style.  One day Mom rearranged my bedroom.  Regrettably, I failed to recall this fact until mid-flight.  The sound of my body crumpling into a smashed heap still rings in my ears.  I should mention that Mom would rearrange the furniture in our house EVERY MONTH.  I grew up thinking this was normal.  To this day, I haven’t run across this phenomenon in any other household.