The Heartthrob

So, in my new job I spend a lot of time visiting junior highs and high schools all over the county. For those of you who don't know, I'm now considered an "abstinence educator". I.e. I teach for a local non-profit organization. I go into schools as a guest speaker for health classes. Yes, that means I get to talk about all the creepy things you never wanted your teachers to talk to you about in school. (I also do presentations for adults, but that's something a little different.) I'm supposed to teach in Spanish, but right now, because I'm still in training, I teach in English a lot. And I love it.

I visited a school last week about a half hour from our house. It was a group of about 60 kids - two seventh grade classes combined. As I introduced myself, I jumped right in to explaining how they were supposed to fill out information on a survey we are required to do. (We're funded by the government, so we have to appease them.) It's anonymous, but the kids do have to put the first initial of their first name, and the last initial of their last name at the top. (I have no idea why.) Anyway, it's a direction that most kids have a hard time understanding. So, I explained. "My name is Brittany Yeager." I wrote it on the board. "If I were filling this out, I would mark the B from Brittany, and the R, not the Y, of Yeager. Get it?"

Suddenly a hand shot up. A boy in the front row blurted out, "Do you know David Yeager? Are you related?" Obviously taken off guard (I've never seen this kid before), I responded, "Well, David is the name of my husband... but what David Yeager are YOU talking about?"

He replied, "The David Yeager that wrote the Fruit of the Spirit song - the one from that CD - the one that leads worship at NPC."

"Yes, that's my husband," I replied, flabbergasted.

"I'm in the junior high band. I play the bass. I learned that song so we could teach the kids at BLAST." (BLAST is the ministry I teach - K-3rd graders.)

Just then a cute little brunette sitting nearby realized something interesting was going on and popped into the conversation. "Wait, what are you guys talking about? Why are you talking about The Fruit of the Spirit song?"

"Her husband is David Yeager," Bass Player explained again, pointing at me. "He wrote it."

Little Brunette gripped the sides of her desk in utter raptures. "YOUR husband is David Yeager? Oh my gosh! He is SO COOOOL!!"

"Well, thanks." I grinned. "I'll tell him you said that."

"Oh my gosh. Well, I mean, uhm, he doesn't know me." She waved her hands in front of her, urging me not to do such a thing.

"It's okay. He'll still want to know he's cool." I answered.

And he did.

Oh, stuff...

Here, folks, are some pictures of our still half finished bathroom. Since these were taken, D has managed to put another coat of paint on te walls and sand the window trim, but sadly, that's all. As you can see, I haven't written in a while because, well... there's not much to say, or show.

Since M2D2 left town what... two weeks ago? Three? I've been working late, then been sick. Vid's been swamped with music stuff: gigs, church stuff, and the album. And then he got sick, too. We earned some newlywed points, we did, taking care of one another's gross-ness these past few weeks. Everything has suffered for our lack of free time/energy, though. The bathroom, obviously. And the house is a wreck (I can actually see the dust and dirt on the floor, and the paths where our socks keep it fairly clean), everything is buried in leaves (Vid's car, the lawn, the garage...), and the laundry is threatening to take over my closet and eat my clean clothes.

But tonight is election night. I can't spend tonight doing chores. I got my hair cut, and now I'm parked in front of the TV listening to people ramble. And Vid is recording some violin stuff for the album, so he's not here to help me. (We haven't seen each other since 6:45 AM.) We'll start on chores tomorrow.

A funeral home in our town is already decorated for Christmas. There's a light up Nativity scene on the front lawn and everything. It's too soon, I say.

I was craving Taco Bell tonight. So I got some on my way to my haircut. I haven't eaten Taco Bell in years. No joke. Baja Gordita and some Mug root beer. Man, was it good.

Next post I will tell you all why David is a junior high heartthrob. Who knew?

The Flu

Is no fun. Especially on the weekend.

I know, I know...

I'm supposed to be blogging. I'm supposed to be posting pics of the bathroom. I will. I promise.


I don't know why I don't feel like blogging. Well, yes I do. I'm pooped. I'm feeling under the weather. Work is wearing me out - traveling from school to school, translating, trying to remember all the things they're paying me to do. The weather is wearing me out. It's drizzly and rainy and gray and chilly. Lovely fall, but not exactly energizing - more like nap-inspiring.


Vid's parents left Monday morning. Dad2 made great progress on the bathroom for us (I will post pictures). We have a working sink, toilet, and lamp, and a half-painted room. I have two fun (yes, I really mean that) projects ahead of me. I get to paint the rest of the bathroom and caulk the tub.

Incidentally, I will be calling my grandmother for tips on that little project. According to my mother, she's a whiz with the caulk gun. Who knew?

Surprises

Hello family, friends, readers.

I'm sorry for the hiatus. After the flood, life got very, very busy. Lots of house projects, lots of family, lots of... stuff.

Tonight I have some pictures for you.

First surprise: the bathroom.

Impressively gross, no? I wasn't a fan of the powder blue sponge paint and navy flowered border. But, it gets worse. On Thursday night David and his friend, R, set about banging and cracking things. When they were done, the bathroom looked like this.

R could actually stick the broom handle through a hole in the rotted wood. And see the basement. Oh boy.

Vid's parents are coming this week to help with the final projects of the fall - a new bathroom, and a new attic fan. I'm pretty excited about that. Good thing Dad2 knows what he's doing.

Second surprise:

We found this (an old wooden sewing machine crate) in our attic. What would you do with it?