When I was growing up, we had this math teacher in 7th & 8th grade. I swear the angriest man I have ever met to date. I hated that man, and he hated me. Not sure why, I think the more respect I showed him, the weirder he acted. Anyways... Had him for 3 years, yes 3. He was also my teacher one year who was suppose to teach me how to sew. Flunked me in every single class I had him in. Since having my daughter, I could not tell you how many pants, gloves, hats, socks, shirts I have fixed. Just this week alone, I sewed up a pair of Annamaes leggings because she was bored in class and decided to make a giant hole in her leg. :-/ And just this morning I sewed the hole I found in her rather expensive thick winter jacket. And might I be so bold as to point out that in the last 8 years I have never lost a baby yet. Everything from neck surgery, paw surgery, to butt surgery... :-) Every single baby has pulled through with flying colors and my daughter has walked away with a smile each and every time. Oh and I know enough math no thanks to him to at least complete a monthly household budget. So... To one of the men who was suppose to be one of my biggest influences but ended up being one of my biggest bullies in life, I stick my tongue out to you sir! *Sticks tongue* And to my husband (Rip) who claimed he could sew perfectly but my stitching sucks, I say its not how perfect the stitch is, its the love sewn into each repair... :-) K... Now to get my daughter to school! :-)
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 13:34:52 +0000