Just wanted to keep my readership updated on the exciting life I lead.
On a sad note, the Crocodile Hunter has passed away -- stung in the heart by a sting ray (apparently rare). It's weird, I feel like I know him and I'm sad that he's dead -- only in his 40s. Seems like it was only a matter of time, though. Can one be so intimately acquainted with the dangerous creatures of nature without ultimately being destroyed by them? e.g. Grizzly Man?
On a lighter note, I have the day off for Labor Day (Eric & I are laboring on our grading, however). The weekend has been lovely so far, starting with a Loaded Questions party (Hugs & Kisses from Alaska), Mike B's birthday lunch at our house, Little Miss Sunshine, and a fun-filled evening at Jeff L's with singing, screenwriting, camping plans and excercise ball experiments.
Loaded Questions is ever a test of quick wit and creativity. We started writing our answers before the questions, which proved to be quite riotous. The common answers included Don Johnson (naturally), midgets, dead hobbits, Keebler Elves, hot bidets, packing heat, and of course, poop and farts.
So... subordinate conjunctions? This is what my students are supposed to be learning these days. Here's a sample of their genius grammar work, an actual sentence composed by a student: "Although Gaby's fart smelled, no one knew it was her." (although is the sub. conj.). I'm so proud. :)
