That's my pot! I love my pot. It's Descoware, from Belgium. That reminds me of a European disco... more reason to dig my roaster. More pot porn at the end of the post.* I learned how to spell "novitiate", and what it means. It was one of the district spelling contest words. When we arrived, we waited in the hall with the other middle school spellers- three 8th graders , and Mitchell, the kid who beat Madison in the elementary contest last year. Madison and Mitchell took the 8th graders to two tie breaker rounds, but the older kids took first, second and third after these words: indispensable, neurologist, febrile, beleaguered, and apathy.
Here are all the spellers:
And here are Madison and Mitch:
* I learned about Ryan Greinke, who is a fresh peach among the rotten meat of major league baseball players. He's a pitcher for the Royals, and he is almost unhittable this year. He's on drugs, yes, but they are antidepressants to help him overcome his social anxiety, which almost killed his career a couple years ago.
* I learned that I know a guy who knows a guy who has swine flu. I also learned a little about human nature... I sorta wanted the guy I know, my brother in law, to test positive for swine flu. He had been hanging out with is best friend all week- since school was closed due to swine flu- and his friend became ill and tested positive. The strain going through Polk County wasn't much different than regular flu, it's not like he was going to die. I should be clear: I wished him no harm. I just thought I would have something interesting to write about if swine flu infected my family.
As promised, here are more pictures of my pot.
Here is the lid.
Isn't it beautiful?! A dollar! Here are some apples around my pot:
And here is the purse I bought, leaning on my pot. This bag is so heavy and thick and substantial... I love it. This is the type of bag I think of when I think of Coach- not the obnoxious fabric ones.
Happy Mothers Day!
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