Monthly Archives: September 2010

Sick.

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I have been sick for 3 days now. I am undecided whether I got a cold when I was with family last week, or if this is just general daycare crud. Either way, I have not blogged in a while, and felt that it was time to post something. So, in honor of me being sick, I decided that I would share one a poem. This is Sick by Shel Silverstein. Though, the ending does not describe the way I feel… the way Peggy Ann describes her ailments feels just about right!

Enjoy!

Sick

By Shel Silverstein

‘I cannot go to school today, ‘
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
‘I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more-that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is…Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play! ‘
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Discipline, 4 Year Old Style

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I walked into the three year old class room at my school, and was greeted by a dozen or so children that were hugging and jumping on me. This is not my class, I was only subbing that day. I think we are all greeted more enthusiastically by classes other than our own. Is that just me?

Anyway… that particular day, I was subbing for another teacher. One of the kids, let’s call her “J” came and asked me to flip her upside down. Being the awesome fun teacher that I am, I obliged. That, of course, started a train of kids wanting to be flipped. It was to be expected.

Enter “K.” This child, I love her. When not covered in snot, she is really cute. Huge eyes, with so much expression. And she is so full of passion. This is a child that loves hard, plays hard, and fights hard.

So, she came running at me, wanting to join in the flipping fun- but she was sticky. Super sticky. She had been eatin waffles and syrup with her hands. I was not touching those hands. So, I told her to wash her hands and face, then come back.

And this was the conversation that followed:

Me: Go wash your hands.

K:   No.

Me:  Then I will not flip you.

K: Yes you will.

Me: No I will not.

K: Fine.

Me: Fine.

K: I don’t like you.

Me: But K, I love you.

K: Well. OK. But you can’t come to my house.

Me: OK.

K:  And you get  NO candy.  And NO chocolate.

Me: OK.

K.: AND NO CHEESE!!!!!

At this point, I had to just walk away- otherwise, I would have just laughed in her face.

As it so happens, I had another run in with K this afternoon:

My boss brought a few 4 year olds out on the playground with my school age kids this afternoon. K was one of them.  She came running full force at me. To keep her from running in to me, I stuck my leg out in front of me, thinking she would slow down. She did not. She kept coming full force- and bounced back away from my leg. In her anger at falling, she picked up a hand full of pine needles, and threw them at me, and told me to shut up.

Again… laughter. I had to walk away. But- she was OK. Just mad. We hugged it out. 🙂

Top Ten Things I Learned This Time Purchasing A Car

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10. I LOVED our sales rep at Carmax.

9. Driving 20 miles to look at a car can result in some fun entertainment.

8. Test driving a car is way easier if they take all of the dealership stickers off of the windows so that us short people can see where we are driving.

7. Seriously. Look at every possible things that could be wrong on a used car. Really. Then look again. Little things.

6. Bring spare shoes! Because when you are jumping ditches to look at a car in a lot that has closed for the evening, you might miss, and get a shoe full of mud. But there is no sense in going home when you are 20 miles away… just because of a little mud!

5. Bring a book. I really forgot just how long the car buying process takes. Even when we were already financed through someone else, and didn’t need the dealer to do it for us.

4. Have cooler, will travel. Bring drinks. $1.50 for a soda gets to be expensive. And it is even worse when you don’t carry cash!

3. Eat before you go. We were cranky when we finally got out.

2. Have a full list of all things that need to be repaired when you go in for warranty work.  But be realistic. It is a used car, and you will not achieve perfection.

1. Buy closer to home. After the service department tore off our mirror at the car wash, Hubs is going to have to drive around with a  mirror Zip Tied to the door. Then we will have to drive back to Carmax to get the new mirror put back on. Total miles on our 2 vehicles after the  repairs? Here is the math.

It is a 20.6 mile trip. For the sake of easy math, we are just going to go with 20.

Van to Carmax- 20 miles

Hummer to Carmax- 20 miles

Van home (so I can go to work)- 20 miles

Van to Carmax (to pick up Hummer)- 20 miles

Van home – 20 miles

Hummer home – 20 miles.

120 miles between two vehicles today.  And we are going to have to do it all again when the new mirror comes in.!

240 miles.  Great. I am going to need an oil change before this venture is over!

In the Interest of Almost Full Disclosure…

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Hey Everyone,

In the interest of almost full disclosure, I have decided to share with you a bit of exactly how my life goes.

So, after I proofread my last post (about spelling and grammar) 3 times, I pushed publish and jumped in the car, to run a few errands before going to work. I had been away from the computer about 5 minutes when my sister calls me to ask me a question.

What follows is as close as I can get to the original conversation, from my memory.

Me: Hello?

C: Hey… blah blah blah… Did you mean to say RUN my bell?

Me: Um… Ring, Rang, Rung… Yeah, rung my bell.

C: NO! RUN my bell. R-U-N.  Not rung. Run.

(I am sure at this point, if you were sitting in the car with me, you might have seen big red flashing lights all around me!)

Me: OMG!!! Change it!!! CHANGE IT!!! Log in and CHANGE IT!

C: OK. Let me finish reading, then I will lo-

Me: NO! Now! What if someone else sees it and calls me on it! I would be so embarrassed!!!!!

C: OK. OK. Logging in.

So, what did I learn from this experience? I know that I should stop freaking about other peoples’ spelling errors. Though, truthfully, I have always known that. I think it is a compulsion with me. I also learned that I have the best little sister in the world. Lesser sisters would have left me hanging out to dry. I also learned that I might be better off to wait a few hours and read a post one last time before I hit publish, to lessen my chances of this happening again. I also learned that even though I have a protesting G key,  which often leaves me typing words like “typin” or “eatin” or “sleepin,” that is no excuse for my own spelling errors.

Now, all that being said, here is my new thought. We are all entitled to a spelling error now and then. But that craigs list post was wrong in so many ways. It had no less than 4 misspelled words, one missed apostrophe, one double word and one text friendly abbreviation, that I really feel has no business in an ad posted on the internet. But, aside from the spelling mistakes, there were NO capital letters or punctuation marks of any kind.

So, I did take one little step down from my soap box.

Grammar Police Moment

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OK. I fully understand that, regionally, people pronounce things differently. That, of course, does not change my feeling that these other people are saying things wrong. But I think that is mostly my own need to be right. Which is, really, a whole other subject.

What I do not understand is how, regardless of how you pronounce a word, a person reaches adulthood without learning how to spell relatively common words. Or, how they learn to use a computer, and post ads or other things on the internet without learning how to use the spell check button.

The word that has rung my bell this time is EQUITMENT. Now, I do recognize that this could have been  just a simple typo. Maybe.  But I doubt it. Mostly, because the T and the P are reached with two different hands when typing. Never mind that in the Charleston SC Craigslist I have found 3 ads from, presumably, 3 different people (since they are listed as 3 different towns / neighborhoods) that have the word EQUITMENT in the title.

So, to make sure that I was not being 100% irrational, I searched the internet for the word EQUITMENT.

I searched with Google and Yahoo, who both asked if I, of course, meant EQUIPMENT. But showed me a couple of results to EQUITMENT. Both included a link to Urban Dictionary, which defines EQUITMENT as:

“Generally referring to computers,monitors,fax machines and other office items that are always breaking  down and are unreliable.”I also searched Lycos which just seemed to assume that I wanted to search EQUIPMENT.

So… since I was obviously intrigued (or irritated) by this headline, I clicked on the post, and here is the listing. The only changes I have made are to emphasize the words that jumped out at me.

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yard equitment (summerville )

Date: 2010-09-09, 11:43PM EDT
wanted backback blower perferably a sthill or echo and commercial grade but manly just a good bloweing blower and hedge trimmer dont care what it is but let me know what u got and a price

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With the exception of sthill, which is the misspelling of a brand name (Sthil- chainsaws, trimmers, etc.) the rest of these words should have, at least, been caught by the spell checker, if not a middle school education. I know that I am more picky about this than most people. I am also a little scared that there are more people who do not know how to spell every day!

I only cost $10?

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So, in the spirit of sharing some of the stuff that Hubs puts me through, here goes:

On Saturday, we spent more time finishing cleaning out the garage. I must say that I am so proud of Hubs. He took out (upstairs) all of the boxes in the garage that were filled with random Hubs stuff. This could be anything from computer parts to pencils to Military memorabilia  to stuffed animals to 10 year old scraps of paper and everything in between. I have been after him to empty those boxes for some time. He did not empty most of them, but he put them in his own space.

Now, as he was going through some clothing to sell at our yard sale, he came across a jacket that did not sell at the last yard sale, but was still priced at $10.  He took that little sticker and put it on my back. I asked him if he was wiping something off or putting something on. He replied: “I took care of it.” I absolutely should not have let him leave it at that. Because later in the day I went to get lawn mower gas and to go to the grocery store- all still while I was priced for $10. Now, this story would probably be funnier if someone had handed me a $10 bill… but they did not. Maybe I was priced too high?

Later, Hubs pulled that sticker off , and he just about fell down he was laughing so hard.  He needs help.

Rough Day, Awesome Husband

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I have absolutely never worked in a center where so many of the children just look right at you and say NO and walk away. These kids have so little respect for authority. I can not decide if it is just these kids in particular, or a sign of the times as far as parenting goes. Honestly, it is probably a bit of both.

After 3 weeks, I am still unhappy with the amount of control that I have with my class. I feel like they are all safe, and no one is going to really hurt each other, but I have not yet found the trick to getting them to come inside, off of the bus, in any kind of order what-so-ever. I will keep trying new things until I find the right thing.

All of this is frustrating enough, without the added problem of the changing trend in our center to kids being there later in the day. Between 3 classes, there needs to be a combination of somewhere between 15 and 20 kids, depending on their ages, before I can leave. I can not tell you the last time that I left work on time. This was no so bad when I was getting overtime. Now that I am back to part-time, the extra half hour doesn’t feel as worth it. So, between my unruly kids and the repeated late days, I am just really super frustrated.

Hubs is also frustrated. He is trying to be an awesome husband (which he is, hands down) and fix dinner before I get home. The problem is that it is hard to have some things taste good after they have sat in a pot for an extra 20 minutes. So, after crying for the whole drive home, B came out into the garage and announced that he is going to set a concrete time for dinner, and if I stayed late at work, then I would be having cold dinner. Which, of course, made me cry even more.

He just hugged me and apologized. Then we went inside, had the 30 minute late dinner and watched Wipeout.  Then, he just let me go upstairs and crawl into bed. He took care of the dogs and just let me have some down time. I don’t ask for that too often. I am thankful that I get it when I need it most.

Love for B!

OK, are you ready for my Crazy Moment of the Week?

OK, I know, the week isn’t even over yet.  But, if THIS crazy moment gets topped tomorrow, I might just have to quit my job!

I have about 10 kids in my After School Kids class that their parents have requested that they spend some time working on their homework each day before they play. A perfectly reasonable request. So, I make sure that each of those children is working on their homework, and given enough time and if things are not too terribly chaotic, I try to check their homework as well.

So, yesterday, I had a child that was absolutely unwilling to work on his homework without me standing over him. And even then, there was a bit of a tantrum. When I told him that he needed to do his work on his own, he announced that he was going to kill me.

Yep. That is right. He is going to kill me.  Well, I feel certain that he is not.  🙂