The 5 Reasons I Love My Wood Watch (and a GIVEAWAY of 3 awesome JORD wood watch coupons!)

This post is identical to the one I put up less than a week ago, EXCEPT it now has the giveaway included. Please go to the Rafflecopter at the bottom for a chance to win one of 3 coupons.

That sounds so bossy, right? You can wear whatever watch you want. I just think you'll like this watch for several reasons. I'll tell you right from the outset, I was sent this wood watch to try out. JORD made it. We have been communicating about this watch for months now. Because I have lately been a ridiculous "blogger", I am just now getting around to getting my act together. I put blogger in quotes because I have only blogged 11 times since January 2015. I'm trying to get back around to being a once-a-week blogger AT LEAST, because I really do like writing here.


JORD was nice enough to give me several watch styles to choose from, despite my sorry blogging habits. Once I picked one, I then had to size my wrist with a measuring tape that you can print from their site. It wasn't long after that when I received my watch in the mail. I must not have sized my wrist right, though, because the watch didn't fit quite right. I will admit, however, that I didn't open the watch all the way. I had never seen a watch that clasped the way this one did. When the watch repair guy put in one more link, he showed me how it opened in two directions. I think he thought he was going to be all clever when he opened it up from both ways to show me that it did, actually, fit my wrist. It didn't, though, so I was happy that I went through the trouble to find the watch place.

Because, if I hadn't, I would've looked really air heady.

Speaking of places to get a watch sized, just find a "watch repair shop" before you go all over every place like I did. To be more specific, I went into Kohl's. They sell watches! You'd think they could put in an extra link into mine, even if I didn't buy it from there. BUT NOPE. They could at least sell me a watch fixer-upper tool. BUT NOPE. I'll tell you where you can put your Kohl's cash, Mrs. Kohl's Watch Area Employee.

Oh, she was nice about her unhelpful ways. Now, I feel bad...







This watch, though, this watch.

Okay, I will be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd LOVE the wood watch. I thought that it was going to be cute enough, but maybe not my favorite watch. I have a lot of watches. I'm sort of an avid watch collector. Once a watch's battery breaks, I need a new watch. That's ridiculous, I know. I just hardly ever, ever change a battery in a watch. I think I'll change the battery in this wood watch when the time comes. For one thing, I've found a watch repair place, remember?

So, why should you wear it?

#1 It gets noticed. I'm sure you don't care about that sort of thing. I don't wake up wondering if people will comment about my watch, either. It's just that...they do. With this wood watch, they do. I hardly ever get comments about my watch so frequently and so often as I do when I am wearing this watch. People are fascinated by it and have called it "stylish", "modern", "cute" and lots of other great adjectives. This is the watch that I picked out below from the Fieldcrest series. It is more plain than the other choices I had, but I liked that about it. It seems to blend in with everything. It is simple and feels dressy when I'm dressed up and casual when I'm casual. It is a Maple watch but does not go well on pancakes.


The watch taken from the site:

 
The same watch taken on my iPhone:
 


#2 It is different. You don't already have a wood watch, right? It's kind of fun to wear something that is a little out of the ordinary. Several times people have said something like, "At first, I thought it was wood".  I usually give them about 10 seconds of silence before I belt out, "THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS WOOD! HAHAHA!!" The earlier it is, the louder I yell. This lovely, pretty, awesome one below (for $199) is wood and rose gold, so 'fess up on that one if you wear it and get asked. No one likes a liar.



#3 It is lightweight. I know most watches out there aren't pinning people down to the ground by their excessive weight. I realize people aren't bulking up because of their watches. "Is he on steroids or is his watch just, like, really heavy?" This watch is light, though, which makes me type faster. Pretty sure.

#4 It is reasonably priced. The watch I am wearing is $120. They do have even more expensive ones, of course. I really, really, really love this ebony and copper watch for $295. The rose gold one up there is $199. I still think that is reasonable for something so unique.


#5 It is made my artists and also, the whole sustainable thing. Artists! Fancy! "JORD was derived from a desire for timepieces that model our modern lifestyle. Sustainable, efficient, simple, and influenced by experiential living. JORD owners don't just have somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go." Ooooo. I like that.  Now read this one: "JORD is run by artists, designers, marketers, and minders. We spend our days creating, considering, arguing, and hopefully agreeing. Then we'll scrap it all for the joy of starting new. We have fun. This is our journey." I like it!

You want one now?

Even if you don't want one, are you thinking you'd like to give one? I am. The next person that wants a watch is getting one of these. Take note, family.

If you want to check out their many, many styles, go this way.

I am so excited to be partnering with JORD to give away three coupons for $25, $50 and $75 off an awesome watch. My watch was $120, so any of those coupons would bring it to under $100. I think that's a great deal! For your chance, enter using the Rafflecopter below.

Thanks for stopping by!



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The 5 Reasons You Should Wear a JORD Wood Watch (Giveaway coming soon!)

That sounds so bossy, right? You can wear whatever watch you want. I just think you'll like this watch for several reasons. I'll tell you right from the outset, I was sent this wood watch to try out. JORD made it. We have been communicating about this watch for months now. Because I have lately been a ridiculous "blogger", I am just now getting around to getting my act together. I put blogger in quotes because I have only blogged 11 times since January 2015. I'm trying to get back around to being a once-a-week blogger AT LEAST, because I really do like writing here.


JORD was nice enough to give me several watch styles to choose from, despite my sorry blogging habits. Once I picked one, I then had to size my wrist with a measuring tape that you can print from their site. It wasn't long after that when I received my watch in the mail. I must not have sized my wrist right, though, because the watch didn't fit quite right. I will admit, however, that I didn't open the watch all the way. I had never seen a watch that clasped the way this one did. When the watch repair guy put in one more link, he showed me how it opened in two directions. I think he thought he was going to be all clever when he opened it up from both ways to show me that it did, actually, fit my wrist. It didn't, though, so I was happy that I went through the trouble to find the watch place.

Because, if I hadn't, I would've looked really air heady.

Speaking of places to get a watch sized, just find a "watch repair shop" before you go all over every place like I did. To be more specific, I went into Kohl's. They sell watches! You'd think they could put in an extra link into mine, even if I didn't buy it from there. BUT NOPE. They could at least sell me a watch fixer-upper tool. BUT NOPE. I'll tell you where you can put your Kohl's cash, Mrs. Kohl's Watch Area Employee.

Oh, she was nice about her unhelpful ways. Now, I feel bad...







This watch, though, this watch.

Okay, I will be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd LOVE the wood watch. I thought that it was going to be cute enough, but maybe not my favorite watch. I have a lot of watches. I'm sort of an avid watch collector. Once a watch's battery breaks, I need a new watch. That's ridiculous, I know. I just hardly ever, ever change a battery in a watch. I think I'll change the battery in this wood watch when the time comes. For one thing, I've found a watch repair place, remember?

So, why should you wear it?

#1 It gets noticed. I'm sure you don't care about that sort of thing. I don't wake up wondering if people will comment about my watch, either. It's just that...they do. With this wood watch, they do. I hardly ever get comments about my watch so frequently and so often as I do when I am wearing this watch. People are fascinated by it and have called it "stylish", "modern", "cute" and lots of other great adjectives. This is the watch that I picked out below from the Fieldcrest series. It is more plain than the other choices I had, but I liked that about it. It seems to blend in with everything. It is simple and feels dressy when I'm dressed up and casual when I'm casual. It is a Maple watch but does not go well on pancakes.


The watch taken from the site:

 
The same watch taken on my iPhone:
 


#2 It is different. You don't already have a wood watch, right? It's kind of fun to wear something that is a little out of the ordinary. Several times people have said something like, "At first, I thought it was wood".  I usually give them about 10 seconds of silence before I belt out, "THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS WOOD! HAHAHA!!" The earlier it is, the louder I yell. This lovely, pretty, awesome one below (for $199) is wood and rose gold, so 'fess up on that one if you wear it and get asked. No one likes a liar.



#3 It is lightweight. I know most watches out there aren't pinning people down to the ground by their excessive weight. I realize people aren't bulking up because of their watches. "Is he on steroids or is his watch just, like, really heavy?" This watch is light, though, which makes me type faster. Pretty sure.

#4 It is reasonably priced. The watch I am wearing is $120. They do have even more expensive ones, of course. I really, really, really love this ebony and copper watch for $295. The rose gold one up there is $199. I still think that is reasonable for something so unique.


#5 It is made my artists and also, the whole sustainable thing. Artists! Fancy! "JORD was derived from a desire for timepieces that model our modern lifestyle. Sustainable, efficient, simple, and influenced by experiential living. JORD owners don't just have somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go." Ooooo. I like that.  Now read this one: "JORD is run by artists, designers, marketers, and minders. We spend our days creating, considering, arguing, and hopefully agreeing. Then we'll scrap it all for the joy of starting new. We have fun. This is our journey." I like it!

You want one now?

Even if you don't want one, are you thinking you'd like to give one? I am. The next person that wants a watch is getting one of these. Take note, family.

I hope you will stay tuned because I am going to be partnering with JORD later this week to give away significant discounts to these watches. The fun part about that is that there will be more than one winner. Three to be exact. JORD is giving away a $75, $50 and $25 coupon. I am liking that a lot. That means, if you wanted my watch, you'd only have to pay $45 if you won the $75 amount. I think that's a deal.

If you want to check out their many, many styles, go this way.

Please either comment in the Facebook comments below or go to the Facebook post below to let me know what you think. Commenters on this post will be the first alerted regarding the giveaway, which will happen very soon! Let me know what you think!


So, soon- maybe later today, maybe tomorrow- I am giving away $25, $50 and $75 towards a JORD wood watch. Commenters on...
Posted by Kelley's Breakroom on Tuesday, August 25, 2015


The Fast Food Ordering-For-A-Lot-Of-People-At-The-Drive-Thru-Window Guide



It seems the posts I write about my husband are the most popular around here. I once wrote about how I entertain myself at The Home Depot when he won't leave. I also pondered about whether or not he had another love once. That post still gets a lot of hits, too. He provides me with plenty of material.

The other day, he made me mad about something. We don't really fight fight, but we do get mad at each other sometimes. (My mom used to repeat a word to indicate how heavy duty it was going to be performed. "Grocery grocery shopping" meant we were going to be at the store for at least a solid two years and "clean clean the house" meant I couldn't get away with throwing everything under my bed.) So, while we don't throw iron skillets through kitchen windows, we do get highly irritated at times. So, anyway, he made me mad about something. I can't remember what. I do remember that I told him that he had a bad attitude. I told him that I was glad he wasn't my boss at work. Something along those lines. My face was all cloudy. That is when he said all smug-like, "Well, if you worked for me, I'd fire you."

The way he said it made me look down and immediately start laughing hard, but in a way where I was trying to hide it. My shoulders were shaking. My mouth was trying hard at stifling the laughter.

"Is that laughter? Huh? You're laughing because I'm so funny, aren't you?"

"No, I'm remembering a funny joke I heard earlier today."

An obvious lie.

That is the only way we get out of serious conversations and arguments. This usually works, but not so much at the fast food restaurant. WOW. Wow, wow, and wow. My husband can't handle ordering at the fast food restaurant for all of us. He just can't handle it. So, I've decided to write him out an ordering guide. I wrote it in a blog post in case you needed to pass it on to someone in your life. Go ahead and change up the parts that don't apply to you.


The Fast Food Ordering-For-A-Lot-Of-People-At-The-Drive-Thru-Window Guide
 
*Let's just get this out of the way now. There is no need to say, "This isn't [insert fancy restaurant name]!" We know that. We can read. There was something about the golden arches that told me we weren't at [insert fancy restaurant name again]. I still want extra lettuce in my chicken wrap. Now, tell the nice lady.
 
*If I order a chicken wrap, can you make sure to ask for a fork? They won't just give you a fork when you order a chicken wrap because you eat wraps with your hands, except I like to eat mine like a salad. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. I do eat mine like a salad. Yes, I do. You just haven't seen me do it. I open it up and eat it like a dingdang salad.
 
*Try getting the orders before you cruise up to the ordering area. Write it down. Take deep breaths.
If you don't write it down beforehand, you are limited to only 3 eye rolls and 2 deep sighs and only 1 combo of the two.
 
*If we are paying the money, I want it how I want it. Can you ask them to make the tea half sweet and half unsweet?
 
*Always remember that if they can't make it half sweet, half unsweet, you can get 2 Splenda packets. (If you feel like the person at the drive thru window isn't too judgy, ask for 3. I don't ask for 3 usually because I don't like imagining fast food people talking about the girl who has an addiction to Splenda behind my back.) It's best to have them placed into the drink before they hand it to you. If they don't do that sort of thing, make sure to get the Splenda packets. Also, most tea lovers want lemons in the tea. Make sure to ask if they have real lemons. If they don't have real lemons, most people don't want any lemons. Packets of lemon juice are the worst. Why aren't you writing this down?
 
*You say you love your family, but if you don't know the names of the sauces that we like at Chick-Fil-A, how can you even say that? Chick-Fil-A sauce and Polynesian. Two of the first and one of the second. Make flashcards.
 
*Don't super size the whole order, just the drinks. If they ask if you want to super size the fries, say no. If you say yes because you are just wanting to get this thing over with, I might have to call over your shoulder to just super size the drinks and that'll make you grumpy.
 
*I realize we've been at this window for a good thirty minutes now, but did you ask for just ketchup on the boys' hamburgers? They don't want mustard and they don't want mayonnaise. You can't just say "ketchup only" because they'll leave off the lettuce and the tomato and they'll eat that. Oh, also make sure to ask for no onions. One of the hamburgers should come with pickles.
 
*Oh, back to the tea. I LOVE flavored tea but I'm going to need you to ask the nice teenager if the flavored tea is a brewed tea or flavored by using a syrup. I can't take the syrup in my tea. Please, just ask! We're paying for this tea! But, let's not talk about tea for too long because then I'll be reminded too much of the time I was hijacked at the mall by the uppity tea people.
 
*I know the line behind us is stretching underneath the Interstate and into the next town now, but be sure to ask for extra napkins. See if they have those hand sanitizer wipes that Chick-Fil-A supplies. Just ask. It doesn't hurt to ask. Please, just ask! You didn't ask!

BIGGEST TAKE-HOME: Write it down and kwitchercryin.
 
 
I really can't imagine why my husband thinks ordering at the drive-thru window is such an ordeal. It all seems pretty simple and straightforward to me! Still, because I am so considerate, I thought it was best to come up with this guide for him.
 
And, no, I don't want to order because that means I would have to be driving and how can I read my Us magazine and drive at the same time?
 
 
If you have anything that needs to be added to this guide, you know I want to hear!


The 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring: Why You Need It

First, some sappiness.

When I opened up my blog to write this overdue post, I had to dust off a few things. That made me sad. "Hi, wittle bwoggy. It's been too wong," I cooed at it as I walked around and stared at things like post number, page views, ads, etc. I really did love this blog for so long and took such great care of it. My life has been overcome with other things that don't allow much extra time for tinkering with the keyboard. I miss it, though. I miss it, miss it, miss it.

So, I have a lot to thank Mazda and STI for... Not only for the opportunity to drive yet another awesome car around for a week, but for also getting me into my blog space and finally typing something out, for goodness sakes.

Mazda, you're awesome. STI, you're awesome, too. Readers, you're even more awesome.

So, after I tell you a little something something about the 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring, know that I plan to come back not too long after to tell you about something much less important. I'm sure that has you on the edge of your seats. Seriously, I have stories to tell! Stories that are much more fun to tell in a blog format. I'm going to type out some keywords- movies, air freshener and car washes. That should get my memory going the next time I'm fiddling around this Break Room.

Right now, though? It's all about 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring. I had the privilege of driving this car around, but it's been some weeks ago. Shame on me! The delay in writing about it is not because I'm not absolutely grateful for the opportunity. I am! I so am! In fact, one of the STI employees remarked that I am one of the most grateful people he has worked with. Ha! Surely that doesn't have anything to do with the fact that my car is a 2007, has a broken door and an air conditioner that doesn't work in the front row and then the fact that they drive up with a gorgeous car for me to have for a week? I am so, so grateful.

I mention that it's been some weeks ago because in that span of time, I have apparently deleted all of the pictures that I took of the SUV. I had some great shots, too! So, I have to rely on the pictures I found on-line. Boo.

Here's what the pretty thang looks like:


Nice and sleek, right? I like that Mazda sign. It reminds me of a bird's wings. It'd be nice if they'd make that car with some wings. I've got places to be and, in most cases, I was supposed to be there five minutes ago, dingdangit.




The front seat area is looking pretty snazzy, too, don't you think? One of my husband's favorite features of the car, with the exception of it's full tank of gas when STI dropped it off, is that split console area. Does the passenger need something out of it? No need to lift your elbow. She can lift up her side. Do you need to stick something that's all awkward somewhere? Slide it in that space and still be able to put your elbow down. You must have a place for the elbow. Actually, now that I think about it...do we put our elbows down when we drive? Well, no matter what...it's a nice feature. You'll love it if you get it. Have I ever lied to you?



Here's a close up look at the radio. It's all NASA-like with all the buttons and high-tech features. I loved all the options for music. I also loved that I could plug my iPod into the port inside that cool console up there. You know, the one that really accommodates the elbows well?


My favorite part: ALL OF THOSE SEATS. And all of that leg room. I have a tall husband and two tall boys. They need the leg space. They had plenty of it in that car. When those two seats folded down in the very back, there was lots of room for baseball stuff, chairs, baseball stuff, seat cushions and baseball stuff. And legs. In fact, there is more leg room in that car than in the Honda Pilot, Toyota Highlander and the Acura MDX. So, if your family has legs, listen up!

This is the car for me.

Or, should we say SUV?

(My dad calls his SUV his "truck". It's not a truck, man! Just like this isn't a car, I suppose... So weird to say, "Hey, kids, get in the SUV. We've go to go!" Who says that? Do you say that?)

Overall, I really did love this car. I might love it the most of all the cars I've been asked to drive so far. The base price for it was $35,035. It sped up and slowed down really well (how's that for technical language?), had plenty of space for mah kids, had lots of neat "extras" up in the front (elbows?), had a cool sunroof (I looooove a sunroof), was NASA-like and made my friends get all "Ooooo...what are your driving?" on me.

You need to get yourself one.

(Thanks, Mazda and STI for allowing me to drive this beauty around!) 


The 12-Step Guide To Get Your Kids To Fight Over Who Gets To Do TheLaundry

Follow this step-by-step guide and watch the magic unfold.

1. Only clean out the lint from the lint tray thing in your dryer at home.

2. Let lint build up everywhere else in the dryer and in the vent hose. 

3. Turn on your dryer.

4. Start cooking in your kitchen.

5. When someone says, "Ew! What's that smell? What did you burn??", look in your oven and see your food smiling back at you.

6. Reply back, "It's not the oven....



Wait! Is it the dryer??"

7. Run into the laundry room and find it full of smoke. Unplug the dryer. Cough. Hack. Frown.

8. Over the course of the next few hours, watch your husband (or you or whoever you can get to gut the dryer) find all sorts of things that got mixed in with the lint, including an earring you've been missing and lots of dollar bills.

9. GO TO THE WASHATERIA THE NEXT DAY WITH YOUR KIDS.


10. Watch their eyes light up at all of the buttons, doors, baskets, change makers and vending machines.





11. Wait for the arguing to begin. It may sound a little like this:

"You got to put the detergent in last."

"It's my turn to put the quarters in."



"I wanted to latch the door!!"

"He got more leftover quarters than me."

"You got to unload the clothes into the basket the last time."

"I wanted to push the quarter tray in!"



"I'm going to fold the stuff in this basket. You fold the stuff in that basket."


"I wanted to push the restart button!"

12. Watch the fighting immediately stop when you get home and have to put all the laundry up. They are nowhere to be found.



I seriously never thought I'd see the day when they fought over laundry. I might have to make the washateria a regular part of our lives- at least every now and then. I'd rather it not be because of almost burning my house down, though.

Check that lint...
Before the fire trucks are sent.

I just made that up. But, for real...

Hint, hint...
Bad stuff, that out-of-control lint.

I just made that up, too. And also this:

Wonder where your house went?
Don't blame me. Blame the lint.

Okay, I'll stop. 


The Teacher Time Machine: My Day In The Life Of A 1920s Teacher

 
 
When I grow up, I want to be a tour guide. My mouth waters sometimes just thinking of retirement. They say I can start now but let's get real. I spend half of my life on bleachers watching my sons play baseball. There will be a day when I will have plenty of time to do that sort of thing, though. I'm in no rush. When that day comes, so will loads more of gray hair and, I tell you what, hair dye and moisturizing rituals exhaust me.
 
But, seriously, my mouth waters thinking of just tour guidin' it all the livelong day. I pretended to be a tour guide all the time when I was growing up. I put my cocker spaniel on a float and would give her a tour of "Shark Encounters" at "Sea World", only"Sea World" was in the shape of my 1980s above ground pool and my cocker spaniel wasn't a great listener. I probably had to point out the hammerhead shark at least half a dozen times. The chance to actually be a real tour guide for a day is why I didn't turn down the chance to be a docent on my 4th grade son's recent field trip. There were 4 or 5 of us who put on a long, flowery skirt, a bonnet and an apron and spent the morning pretending to be on an old German farm. Just about every school and street name around where I live is a German name. It's fun for the kids to learn more about the area where they live.
 
Some of the moms who volunteered pretended to be the mothers of the different houses or a mother on a farm. I was a teacher. A mean, grouchy, stern teacher.
 
Here's my school:
 


I tricked you into thinking this was an old photo with my Photoshop skills, didn't I? I can edit the heck out of a picture, I tell you. This school was originally built in the 1920s.



This photo hung on the wall in the school room. It looks like a fun day in the school yard until you realize sister is falling face first on the far left. She is about to eat an ant hill and hat boy is still frolicking in the weeds without a care in the world. It's a game of Ring-Around-The-Rosies gone wrong. (Mister beside the sister is about to get a mouthful of dandelions.)



So, the first thing I did as I saw the groups of kids come my way was ring mah bell. This is what every good teacher did back in those days. Rang, rang, rang the bell. I had about 8 different groups of 8-12 kids, so I got to ring the bell a lot. I loved seeing the faces in each group and learning their names. These were all of my 10-year-old's peers. After I did plenty of bell shaking, I took this long stick, put on a mean face and beat the heck out of stuff with it.

"You smilin' son? There's no time for smilin' at school!" *BEATS THE HECK OUT OF A RAIL*

"Are you laughing at me, missy?" *TOP OF THE DESK GETS IT REAL GOOD*

Teachers back then had first to eighth graders all in one room. The small children were at the front and the bigger kids were at the back. All of those kids and their antics could drive a woman to hitting stuff with sticks. Not people. Just stuff. In really small towns, it probably still looks that way in a classroom with all of the different ages, and in other countries, too. They had to keep control of the classroom. They had a lot to teach and a lot of kids to manage! It wasn't always railings and desks that got a lashing with that stick long ago, though. If a girl and a boy got caught playing together- LASHING. And if a kid got caught playing cards??? TEN LASHINGS! There were other reasons kids got a beating, but I can't remember it all right now. I just know it was in a student's best interest to just stare at the teacher and write stuff when she said to write it.

Kids were not to speak unless spoken to, rules were to be given only one time and proper posture had to be maintained at all times. Apparently, a favorite saying of teachers back then was, "If you're not looking, you're not listening and, if you're not listening, you're not learning." I think that sounds about right.



This was the classroom, of course. In the middle of the room was a black stove that was used to heat the room. I'm sure it wasn't that impressive to Walter in the back left corner with icicles hanging from his nose, but Nelly and Stan right in the center were warm and toasty.

Teachers walked up and down the aisles like they do today, except they didn't have to be on the lookout for students cheating on iPhones. What would the teachers from the early 1900s think of iPhones? They'd probably beat that thing with a stick while screaming in horror.

I think my favorite part of this room was seeing my son in it. He had a big smile on his face. He wanted me to volunteer on this field trip. As much as I thought I might have embarrassed him by being all dressed up like a Little House on the Prairie lady, I think he loved it. He sat on the far right side of this picture about three desks back. I don't think I saw him quit smiling from the moment he walked into the room until the moment he left. I love that kid tons.

But, let's get back to the teaching...

By the time teachers began to teach, they were probably worn out. They had already been up for a long time as they had to do physical labor to prepare for the day. There was a lot of lantern preparing, candle wick trimming, water bucket carrying, coal shoveling... Whew. I'm worn out typing it all out. They were probably good and cranky by 8 a.m., so they had no time for misbehavin' kids. I think I can really identify with those teachers, actually.


 
Just like today, teachers had to teach a lot, except they didn't have modern things like computers and nice and neat pens. Kids actually had to learn how to write well with slate pencils before they could graduate to the ink wells. When they were proficient with the slate pencils, they got to move up to the inkwells. Beautiful penmanship was the mark of a well-educated person. I think that mark has moved from inkwells to text messages. If you can write a text message that doesn't look like a monkey stood on top of your keypad while doing the Cupid Shuffle, you are already looking pretty smart to me.

Who knew tuna fish cans and bean bags could provide never-ending fun?


I really, really enjoyed pretending to be a stern teacher from the early 1900s. It was a big job, just like it is today. I think kids and people really don't change too, too much from generation to generation. All kids like to play. All kids love recess and all adults need to work on some level- outside and/or inside the home. The kids may not have had video games back then, but they still played with balls and threw things around. That's all my kids do. All day, err day.

I'd show you a picture of me in my bonnet in front of the classroom, but it sort of looks like I'm trying to be sultry in the picture. I was going for stern but ended up looking like I was trying out for a Old School Marm Halloween costume and that's just embarrassing. So, take my word for it. I got up there, hit desks with a stick, rang bells, had the kids engage in choral reading of old poems, had them do some math on a chalkboard, gave my son a hard time in front of his friends in the most loving way and gained a great appreciation for the men and women who educated children all across the country in the early days and who are still doing it today.


The Most Affordable Car: The 2015 Mitsubishi Mirage


Who doesn't want an affordable car? "Hey, Car Dealer Man. I would like for you to sell me a car and totally clear out my bank account while you're at it. I would like a car that is totally out of my league that I will have repossessed in the near future." Who says that, right?

Your old neighbor, Carl?

Well, let's forget Carl. Let's talk about the 2015 Mitsubishi Mirage.



So, this is the cute thing. I got it in silver, as you can see. I thought the silver in this subcompact car (which, ahem, gets 44 miles per gallon on the highway) looked really sleek and cute. I think the car itself is cute. Right off the bat, I feel like this car is great for a person who wants to save on gas mileage, doesn't lug half the world and some kids around on a daily basis and is looking for an affordable car. It's not that the car doesn't have space in it, but it's not a big car by any means. We carry around two baseball bags, stadium chairs, backpacks and buckets of baseballs around every single day. There really isn't room for all of that in the car.



Don't get me wrong, though. There is room in this car. I packed all of my groceries into the back of it just fine. It's just that if I wanted to pack all of my groceries into the back, I wouldn't be able to also have the buckets of baseballs, bags, backpacks and stadium chairs ALSO in the back of the car. The groceries, though, the groceries were fine. The groceries seemed quite happy, actually. Another nice thing about the back of this car is that when the hatch is closed, a black cover automatically comes down over the "trunk" area of the car. This basically means that if you have several jars of Nutella from the local grocery store, no one will be tempted to break in to get them because they can't even see the dern things.
Sidenote: Don't you love how California makes their license plates? 202. There were letters, too, but what you could see easiest was 202. So nice and simple. I wish I could have kept that license plate.


Here's a side view. Isn't she precious? Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? She was named the "Most Affordable Car" by car.com. It has a 10-year and a 100,000 mile warranty. It has 5 seats and 7 airbags, so it's getting nice and puffy in there if it is ever in an accident. There are also airbags near your knees! This is meant to stabilize your lower body if you are ever in an accident. Those are some lucky knees. I've never heard of an airbag for your knees. The car is roughly $13,805. Pretty good deal, right? Especially if it has knee airbags?




My kids would not be that impressed with the airbags. What they loved was this feature. You can choose how much tilt you want in your screen. Some days I just couldn't bring myself to back out of the driveway due to my indecisiveness with the tilt. It was very futuristic.



Now, I must admit to you that one day I really couldn't bring myself to back out of the driveway because I couldn't figure out where to put in my kids' Kidz Bop 27 CD. For a solid week, they were straight up in love with that CD. They still want to listen to it, but I had to put the brakes on that. That'll be enough, Kid-Singing-Like-Iggy-Azalea. Seriously, though, I couldn't figure out where to put in the dern CD. I thought, "Does this car really come without a CD player? For real?" I was wrong, which has happened only once or twice before. The CD magic happens behind that screen that tilts! Which would be above and to the right of the knee airbags! I was so happy when I finally figured that out.




The car drove well, could zip in and out fast and kept my kids nice and safe in the back. My dad took a ride in it and commented about how much head room and leg room there was on the passenger's side. My dad is 6'3", so, if he says it, it's the truth. My husband liked how we seemed to have more choices for parking spaces. Our normal vehicle is an SUV. And my boys, as you might have guessed, loved the CD option. And the back-up camera. I think that was actually their favorite part.

The car drove so well that I had my 6-year-old drive it. I'm kidding! I'M KIDDING! Goodness! Although he does like to pretend to drive, the main reason he is in the car in this picture above is because I left their Kidz Bop 27 in the CD player on accident. It would only be a few hours after this picture was taken that STI, the sponsors of this post along with Mitsubishi, would be returning for the car. We got thisclose to sending the car back with them with Kidz Bop still tucked in all comfortably into that CD player. Could you think of anything worse happening in one's life??

Seriously, though, it's a great car. I am definitely keeping it in mind for our family in the future! How about you? Do you think you would drive a "subcompact" car?


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