Buzzy Bread
The buzzy bread is what we eat and get the inner smartification that keeps us making the day very juicy in the the dry journey of having oil in the main side of it

The buzzy bread is what we eat and get the inner smartification that keeps us making the day very juicy in the the dry journey of having oil in the main side of it
New school year, new kids, new words of wisdom.
Slip them on, lace them up, tie the two bunny ears into a loop and pull--let's kick off the 2022 school year with some Shoe You Can Use.
Welcome back! Thanks for returning for season 2. Feel free to drop me a line or let me know how your summer went.
How's your summer? Let me know what you're up to during these crazy hot days. brian.meeker95@gmail.com
Spark segment 3
Spark part 2
Spark Practice 1st set
Thank you to all the listeners and learners. Have a great summer!!
Find: Keep looking until you get "it". Your: Their "it" might not be your "it". Thing: What is "it"?
Welcome to the greatest job you'll ever have--teaching in Santa Rosa County. If you forget everything else, remember to laugh at yourself. Your students are laughing at you and it is good to share an experience with them.
I'd rather give myself a root canal than make a seating chart.
A call center shouldn't argue with me about how to spell my name, call me back and then make me wait for them to come to the phone, or transfer me to a farm in Bangladesh.
I can barely tell you enough about bears.
Ever been so mad you threw a Burrito Supreme? Me either.
If you think I'm spending $98 for a bottle of fake rain water or a jar of pretend laundry soap, you've eaten one too many Tide pods.
Basic bread for a basic Brian.
Milk comes from cows. Coffee comes from beans. End of story.
If you are an adult making an idiot out of yourself at a kid’s sporting event, you are garbage. If you are an adult ruining a spelling bee, you are g-a-r-b-e-j-e, garbage.
To the Shamrock and the Cuss, I'm sorry for misbehaving in your classes in high school. My bad.
The 90’s: the last cool decade.
(H)awesome guy, that Gil Delicious…
“Play that funky music, my boy. Lay down and boogie and play that funky music ‘til you die.”—. Thomas Jefferson, 1784
Every youth baseball team has a chalk licker or two. If you can’t pick them out, you might be one.
“La la la la la la, Oh Happy Day…Oh Happy Day…”
Fish tales from the pier
If you have nine hours of your life to spare, go into Sam’s Club and get three things.
You should not get a gold medal for what I can do at a waterpark.
I spy, with my transplanted eye…
Some questions I’m ready for. Some take me totally by surprise.