Better late than never: Not always true.

When I bought my house it came with a barn looking thing in the back of the house that was the garage.  It was probably built in the 40’s or maybe even the 30’s, it had a dirt floor and nothing but wood shingles between the inside and the sky.  Or at least it used to, because by the time I got it most of the roof was gone.  My plan was to fix it up, keep the flavor of the old building but shore up the walls, pour concrete for the floor and put a solid roof on it.  I had stuff stored in it, but kept the cars out of it during the winters for fear of it collapsing onto them.

The second winter I was living there it fell down.  Forwards.  Onto the front end of my car.  Had a huge 2x4 resting on the hood, just a couple inches from the windshield.  Fortunately my homeowner’s insurance paid me enough to fix the car and buy a kit to build the new one myself (with a lot of help from family and friends.)

I couldn’t find any pictures of it before it fell down, but here’s the ones that show I was a little late in getting it repaired. If you’re interested in seeing other “Late” photographs, and maybe even entering your own, check out Carmi’s Thematic Photographic by clicking on the banner below.

Uh, that's not what I meant...

I'm sitting in my classroom about 20 minutes into 1st period (my STS period so no kids). One of my students wanders in and of course I start to give him crap for being late. He decides to blame me for being late, 'cause after all everything is my fault.

• ME: It's not my job to wake you up every morning.
• HIM: Yes it is.
• ME: Hey, I'm not your mother.
• HIM: You look like her.
• ME: I don't know if that's more of an insult to me or to you.
• HIM: (trying to deflect the burn back on his mother) Hey, I'm not the one who LOOKS like a man.

Yeah, I'm still giving him crap about that.