History

One of my very best friends has been a computer-holic for about 10 years, she played Everquest and REALLY got into talking to the people she met online. As a matter of fact, she's married to one of the guys she met on "the game". I thought she was nuts. I couldn't understand how she could spend so much time on the freaking computer!I feel the same ways about the Hubs. He spends WAY TOO much time looking at his monitor when he should be looking at me. I didn't understand for awhile that he was reading this and this, plus that and that, and of course my favorite. Then it was kinda nice to read you guys in the morning. I started learning a bit about you, kinda cool. You're interesting. You increased my vocabulary, made me laugh, cry, and want to put my two cents in.
Then I got to be number 10,000 for this lady, and I think, "I kinda like this bloggy thing"

See ya'll in Helen.

just keeps getting better

I gave my kiddos a quiz today. Name the kinetic theory of matter, how are particles moving in a solid (yes, they do move), what is pressure. And, I shit you not, one girl answered the pressure question with the following:
You know when you want to do something, and it's really bad, and you know its wrong? That's pressure.

I should write a book about the responses I get sometimes.

I had a kid answer a question once with "The Connik Doimt". When I asked him what he meant, even he didn't know. So that's my mantra now, and I think it means
Sometimes life doesn't make sense

Another day.

Another day, another arrest at work. Seems a couple of boys wanted to smoke some grass and got busted. Ah well, culling the ranks as it were. Kids are okay for me though. Still got too many kids (142 so far), but I can handle it.
Talked to my girl Sandi, her charges are doing well. She is a foster mother of two pretty children. The oldest one, 7 months, is a sweety-pie, but cries a lot. Little Z is 21 days now, but still has the technocolor poo. Her momma was a crackhead and doesn't want her. Sandi said she might name her after me. Cool, too cool.
My children are fine, The Boy is still arrogant (someone's gonna kick his butt) Pete is having a good time at school, Re-Pete didn't get bit at school today.
The hubs is home and overdosing on Millenium, the show about paranoid weirdo's.
life is good.

Hanging with the girls

My week stays pretty hectic, Saturdays are a whirlwind of cleaning and playdates, Sundays are spent finishing anything left from Saturday and a few movies for mom, if I'm lucky. It's hard to get any one on one time with Pete, The Boy rides to school with me, so we get daily time, Re-Pete is good with 10 minutes here and there, being the scattered brained 4 year old. So I like to stay up late on Friday nights when Pete's home to snuggle and watch "girlie" TV with her. So, Friday we're all snugged up on the couch, eating sliced dill pickles. I told her about when I was young we would go to the Shell or Shamrock gas station and get a sour pickle in a bag, suck out the liquid and then eat the pickle. She thought that was such a great idea, she told me, " I wish I was your sister so I could do that with you." Instant sappy moment. I tell ya, I'll be sure to have pickle in a bag next Friday night!
Moving on to Saturday. The hubs had to go back to work late Saturday night and wanted a nap to prepare hisself. I decided to vacate the premises and go visit our friend Kim, who lives on ten acres in the middle of nowhere. We went swimming in the pool for a few hours, Re-Pete even got brave enough to come off the steps with mommy, naked, of course. Pete does trick after trick in the pool, and I get to chat with my girl, Kim. Then it's on to go carts. Roll bar, crash helmet, no seat belt, gravel road downhill. First time the girls have been around go carts. At first Re-Pete doesn't even want to on the ground while the buggy was running, but after she saw her sister having so much fun, even she had to take a turn. So much fun!
Then it was a quick break for koolaid and dinner- taquitos, cheese, and rice, then we were off to play out side in the yard.
Seems they had a great creek they wanted to show us, completes with pockets of really cold water, atv trails, rocky outcrops (which were interesting to me!) The best part was just watching the girls climb around on rocks, getting filthy. Thinking to myself, I want to remember today forever. Talking to Re-Pete about night animals and day animals, almost dark, surrounded by trees, ferns, and sound. You know how sometimes there is a clarity in the air? Time slows down, sound is clearer? Like something important was happening? Yesterday was like that.
Damn, life is good.

ewww...

saw a picture of Val Kilmer today, he's so fat, no shirt, letting allllll hang out. nasty, nasty, nasty!

If Matthew Bongo Boy ever gets like that, or my man Vin, I'm cutting my eyes out with a spoon! Fuckaduck!

And I thought I looked bad.

punny punny

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
He didn't have the guts.

See that cemetary over there? People are just dying to get in there.

What building has the most stories?
A library.

I love cheesy jokes.

recap

Between computer fuckages, rude students, heat, and late orders, the year got started pretty good. I've got about 150 kids, and only two of them have verbal diarrhea. One of which I fixed yesterday. The other one told me I wouldn't be able to keep him quiet. I assure you this is not the case.
On a happy note, the year is going okay, even with the screw ups. THe AP on my hall is THE MAN. He's kicking ass and taking names. I'm very glad he's here.
We have 30 minutes or so during one class to do Writing Across the Curriculum. I challenged my babies to write the names of all 50 states in alphabetical order from memory. A girl asked me what the "b" states where. I told her-

Bennsylvania
Barkansas
Bexas

She said, very puzzled, "Are you kiddng?" Life is so funny sometimes.

Things my kids say

Re-Pete said, upon being asked for the third time what she had at lunch at daycare said, "Cookies, crackers, and that's that!"

Today, while I was in the bathroom,and the hubs was busy flipping the fish for dinner, Re-Pete could be heard saying, "Daddy, can you hold my feet up" over and over. So now we're all saying it. You'll have to do it in Helen.

Re-Pete also got mad at me at dinner when I couldn't answer this one- "Tell me something about my other teacher, Mom"
What? What other teacher?
"Tell me something about my other teacher, Mom"
What other teacher?
Tell me something about my other teacher, Mom"
and on and on it went until she finally got pissed off at me.

I give up, some one send me the manual for 3 year old girls.

Hordes

Tomorrow the hordes show up, should be good.
You know, I can still remember almost all of my teachers from school up until high school, then they sorta fade out... well, there was Debbie someone- red hair and blue eyes, a science teacher that work white pants and colored underwear (he was so cute!) and my drama teacher. She let me smoke around her.
I went to 13 different schools, 2 in the 9th grade. I quit halfway through that year.
bummed around, moved out of my parents house. Partied my ass off. Had a few Sugar Daddies. Pretty girls get what they want for no money. Not free, mind you. I paid a price. Humiliation, etc. I finally quit that lifestyle when the price got too high. There was the drug deal that went
bad and someone tried to trade me for the purchase price of some bad coke. Waking up to "where am I?" and what-not. Not for me anymore.
Anyway, the only place I ever felt like someone gave a rat's ass about me was school. I felt like a success and that I wasn't worthless. So, yeah, I teach, I give that back. Some days I AM the ONE person to give a rat's ass, or to give a kid his/her worth.
Try wearing your heart on your sleeve for 150 kids for 180 days. Heavy stuff. Pretty cool.

"It's too shiny"

Said Re-Pete the other morning, covering her eyes when I woke her up. I know how she feels. Too damn early. I could soooo go to sleep right now. One more day and then unwashed masses will show up. We have a pretty good leader this time, so life should be fine.
I tend to get along with most people, I even go out of my way to be helpful, but there is a woman at my work that needs to be dragged off and shot. She mean, vindictive, and thinks she knows everything. And dammit, that's my job (knowing everything). Anyhoo, words will be exchanged and lines drawn in the sand. She's the kind of woman that can't take it but loves to dish it out.

Ya'll tell your mommas you love 'em.