Monday, November 30, 2009

So, I had a few free moments tonight...

I actually wasted over 30 minutes last night making 5 different videos like this, mostly starring just Stud Muffin, that I thought I was posting here. Apparently, I was doing it wrong, but I accidentally figured it out just now. So, enjoy this one, starring Stud, my nieces, my brother and my sister. Be warned, I may just go back and post the other 5 later....

(Ok, apparently, when I added this text, it somehow screwed up the video, so I had to post the text as a separate post. I think I'll skip posting the rest of them, since it's a pain in the butt!)
Send your own ElfYourself eCards

8 days to go...

...with the babies before our Christmas break. Actually, I only have 7 days, because as I was walking out today, I found out that I have to go to a professional development meeting on Thursday. As much as I enjoy not having to be at school, it's such a pain in the ass to put together materials for a sub, it's almost not worth it. The worst part is that 95% of the time, the sub doesn't even look at or use the stuff I leave. It's really irritating. I seriously think I'm going to bring a bunch of my Christmas movies (I have about 40 of them!!) and just let them watch movies all day. Like I said, whatever work I leave won't get done anyway.

While we were doing our guided reading today, I had one of my "low" groups with me, and we were working on a leveled reading book. It was VERY basic, with only one word on each page, along with a picture. The book we were working on was all -ap and -at words. The last page had a picture of the most beautiful little baby, who was sleeping, and the word under it said 'nap.' One of my boys, after saying, "What a cute baby!" attempted to sound out the word. We already read 4 -ap words, so I reminded him that it would be a rhyming word for the last one we read (I think it was cap) and to look at the first letter for a clue. He proceeds to say, "!" It was so cute, I couldn't help but laugh!

I finally received word today that there will be a memorial for my friend BJ on Saturday. Mrs. J. and I were starting to worry that we missed it because we never heard anything about it, until today. The message made it clear that the memorial service is to be a celebration of her life, and I'm really looking forward to being a part of it. There was also a beautiful picture of my friend attached to the message, and I would love to share it with you. BJ was one of the most beautiful people I knew, both inside and out. Rest in peace, Bobbie June.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Email of the Day

Thoughts of the Day—Random ... Funny ... True

  • More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

  • Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

  • I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

  • Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

  • There is a great need for sarcasm font.

  • I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

  • How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

  • The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

  • A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

  • Was learning cursive really necessary?

  • I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

  • Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

  • Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart,” all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart.”

  • How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

  • I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

  • While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

  • MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

  • Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

  • I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

  • I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

  • I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

  • Bad decisions make good stories.

  • Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

  • Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

  • If Carmen Sandiego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

  • Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem....

  • You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

  • Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.

  • There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

  • I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

  • I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

  • I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

  • I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

  • When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light Internet stalking.

  • Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

  • Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

  • It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

  • I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

  • I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

  • Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.

  • Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

  • I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

Thank you, Bestest Friend, for sending this! It cracked my ass up!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I only have a minute...

...because I need to get ready to get to the bar. Apparently, according to the news report I watched yesterday, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving is THE busiest night for bars, even busier than New Year's Eve. Yeah...I'm already tired just thinking about it....

Anyway, just wanted to let you all know that AP was at school today. Yay! I tried to pry some details out of her, but all she told me really was that she walked home with her brothers and sisters. Huh? I don't know if I'll ever get the whole story, but all that matters is that she's home. She was so cute this morning, running up to me and nearly knocking me over as she grabbed my legs. "Mrs. L, I missed you SOOO much!!!" Later she told me, "My mama told me that you said you really missed me and wanted me to come back to school." "That's right, AP, I did!" She didn't stop hugging me all day.

Ah....all's well that ends well....

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

What a day...

This morning, before school started, the older sister of one of my little girls came to my room and said, "AP won't be here today because she went with her dad."

OK, she wasn't here yesterday, either. I was feeling really annoyed, especially because I just told her mom, less than a week ago at report card pick-up, that her daughter has missed far too many days of school (15 out of 36 days!!) and she MUST be here everyday. She's drastically behind in every area.

Well, a few minutes later, the mom came to my room, and proceeded to explain to me that AP's dad picked her and her siblings up on Saturday, and has yet to bring them home. WTF? She started getting upset as she told me about how she has no phone number for him, nor an address. THEN she tells me that the dad is ON PAROLE!! Seriously, WTF?! I didn't ask what for, but does it really matter? She said she talked to his mother, who said, "Now, I told him to bring those kids to school on Monday!" She said that he had been threatening to take her to court for some kind of "fathers' rights" thing, so she got scared and let the kids go with him. Now she's wishing she never had.

By now, she was getting teary eyed. I asked if she had called the police, and she said she called them this morning, and that they were on their way to the school. I put my arms around her, and tried to comfort her, but all that seemed to do was make her cry harder. I told her that chances are, being that he's on parole, he has a parole officer, and the PO must know his address and phone number. Unless of course, the guy's a total assbag, and decides to do something really stupid. Good Lord, let's hope that's not the case.

Ms. H. (my wonderful assistant) happened to be around when the police came. She told me that one of the officers was someone who comes to our school a lot and that he was an absolute jerk to the mom. He was yelling at her and telling her she was stupid for letting her kids go with this guy and not getting his phone number and address. And, the worst part is, he was doing this in the middle of the hall, with other parents, as well as staff members, standing there. What an assbag! I hate to sound like a bitch, but a woman who has children with a criminal is probably not the brightest bulb in the chandelier to begin with, so what's the point of humiliating her like that in front of other people? How 'bout you just take the information, tell her you'll do what you can, and shut the hell up? ASSBAG!

Later in the morning, I saw my friend/neighbor Mrs. J., who told me that our friend BJ passed away last night. I just pray that she has a peaceful passing. Mrs. J. said that her family was donating her brain to science, apparently so they can study the effects of Mad Cow (it's actually vCJD) on the human brain.

Maybe tonight, when you say your prayers, you can say a couple extra for AP and for BJ. Thanks.

Monday, November 23, 2009

The good news is...

...there's only 2 days of school left this week.

Dancing with the Stars, The Finals is on, so I'm out!

(My prediction - Mya will win. I would love to see Donny win, since it would be a major win for us old folks. On the other hand, I have completely fallen in love with Kelly while watching this season, so it would be great for her to win. However, so far, her scores have been crap, so the only way I see her winning is if she gets all the viewer votes.)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Email of the Day

I've received this email several times over the years, as I'm sure all of you who are fellow teachers have, also. But, it still touches me every time, and reminds me just exactly why I get up every morning and go to the Hell-Hole...

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then, four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." (For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

"Believe in Angels, they return the favor"

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Here are a few pictures from my uncle's surprise party this past Sunday. This was the moment he walked in.
Here he is enjoying an after dinner drink with one of my cousins.

This isn't the greatest picture, but I wanted to get the four siblings all together. They're actually arranged oldest to youngest. My Aunt Marylou, my Aunt Lucy, my mom and Uncle Ed.

Yesterday was Report Card Pick-Up Day, which is Chicago's version of parent/teacher conferences. In a nutshell, it was fine. I actually had the highest number of parents show up in all the years I've been at the Hell-Hole. 23 out of 27 report cards were picked up. I'm actually shocked because it was rainy and miserable here all day yesterday, which usually keeps the parents away. AND, I had 18 parents show up before our dinner break, which is unheard of! Normally, I only have 3 or 4 parents before the dinner break, then I get about 10-15 during the last 15 minutes of the night. It was completely the opposite yesterday. I had promised the babies that if every single report card was picked up, we would have a pizza party. Man, they must have worked on their parents because it was pretty damn close.
Today, I enjoyed a day away from the Hell-Hole. New Principal let 7 of us go to a conference today. SEVEN! I still can't believe it. That's a hell of a lot of subs. The conference was only from 9-1, which made for a nice short work day, huh? Unfortunately, the conference was really a waste of time. Yeah, that's right, I actually STAYED!! Pick your jaws up off the floor, people! There were too many other teachers there for me to ditch. Actually, all but 1 of them would have ditched with me had I asked, but that one probably would have ratted us all out. Anyway, the conference, it turned out, was just a 4 hour sales pitch for software! Ugh! But, on the bright side, we were finished before 1, so we all were able to chat for about 20 minutes before I had to leave to pick up Stud. I actually picked him up a little early from school because he had an orthodontist appointment. Even after all was said and done, I was still home before 2:30. Not bad, right?
There are only 13 school days left with the babies before our glorious Christmas break. Woo hoo! The countdown above is the number of actual days, but the number of days that include the babies is so much more important! ;-) The only downside to this is that I only have a handful of days to do any kind of Christmas activities. I only have 9 days between Thanksgiving and the break to do what I usually do in a month's time. We'll just have to make the best of it. I'm willing to step up and take on for the team on this one. tee hee!
Last week we had a bit of a heat wave here in ChiTown, and it hit nearly 70 for a few days. All of my planter boxes in front of my house sprouted new growth, and there are tons of new blooms. I was awestruck yesterday when I went out to get my mail. (I really should go out and takes pictures for you, because the flowers truly are beautiful.) Anyway, this week, the temperatures have been dropping rapidly, and there has been talk of some snow in the next few days. WTF? God, I LOVE Chicago!!!!
I almost forgot! Here are a couple of pictures of Princess Sylvia! She is so damn cute! We had such a fun visit before going to work yesterday. I kept telling Mrs. F. that I was going to put her in my purse and take her with me to school!
The happy family!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

No news...

...on BJ's condition today. I've placed several calls to friends, but no one has heard anything yet. Please continue to pray for her and her family.

Tomorrow is Report Card Pick-Up Day, which means the stress level is pretty elevated this week. When I left at 4:00, my report cards had STILL not been printed out! WTF? We're supposed to be giving report cards to parents TOMORROW, so it makes perfect sense to wait until this afternoon to try printing them out, right? Especially given that we were required to have all grades entered into the computer by November-freakin'-6th! I guess CPS couldn't figure out a way to print them any other day in the past two weeks.

We were also supposed to get a "packet" today with things like our sign-in sheet for parents and other papers for tomorrow. New Principal told us at the 8:30 staff meeting that we would be getting it at some point today. Again, when I left at 4:00, no packet! Whatever. I'm not going to worry about it. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to get everything together when I get there, since none of my parents will be there when it starts. (little side note-New Principal was very excited about her double-chocolate brownies, but insisted that I put the tray out at the meeting to share with the staff.)

I completely forgot to share that Mrs. F. had her baby last week. Yay!! And, how completely apropos that Little Miss Sylvia Maria entered the world on Veteran's Day, given that both her parents are military and her daddy just recently came back from Afghanistan. What a good girl!! Seriously, her daddy was very stoked about that. :)

My friend, Mrs. J. (my next door neighbor) and I are going to Miss Sylvia tomorrow before work. The one nice thing about Report Card Pick-Up Day is that we don't start until 12:00. (On the flip side, that means we have to work til 6:15, which kinda sucks.) So, we're bringing Mommy and Baby some breakfast, and we're going to visit for a while before work. I'm very excited. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of being around a newborn. It will be a nice little reminder that life does, indeed, go on...

Monday, November 16, 2009

The Last 24 Hours

  • Got a phone call from a friend letting me know that another friend (and former coworker) had fallen ill. Some sort of degenerative brain thing. It doesn't look good, they say she probably has less than 2 weeks to live.

  • Drop Stud off at school at 7am. Came home, got dressed for work. As I was leaving for work, got a phone call from school, had to go pick up Stud cuz he's sick. When I got there, I was greeted by an incredibly rude school nurse. She shrieked at me that "I TOLD HIM ON FRIDAY THAT HE NEEDED TO GO SEE THE DOCTOR!"

  • Arrived late for work. Play a rousing game of text tag with CSJ all day, as we tried to arrange to get Stud to the doctor's office. Finally received a text saying we had a 2:30 appointment. Too bad I work til 2:45.... Luckily New Principal agreed to let me leave at 2:00.

  • Got a call from a different friend (my friend at work in the room next door, who used to work with me at my last school, too) to let me know that our friend had taken a turn for the worse this afternoon, and isn't expected to make it through the night.

I don't even know how to wrap my brain around this news. My friend, BJ, was my first kindergarten partner. We had the best gig ever. My last school was severely overcrowded when I was there, and we rented out a small 6-room school from the church down the block. Four of those rooms were used for preschool, and the other two were kdg. We were the first two kindergarten teachers to use those rooms in ages when we opened them up. It was seriously one of the best school years I can ever remember. I had the most wonderful partner, and it was glorious to be away from the main building! Our kindergartners were the Big Fish in our wonderfully small pond! There is a park about 2 blocks from this building that we used to walk the kids to for recess several times a week. There were so many other wonderful things that we were able to do together. We both started at that school at the same time, and even after I left there 5 years later, we stayed in touch.

Sadly, I hadn't seen BJ in person in a very long time. Over the past few years, we played several games of phone tag. We were lucky if we actually had a conversation more than once a year. But, we never gave up trying to stay in touch.

When I got the call last night, I was floored. The friend who called only knew limited details, and she knew I'd want to know since BJ and I were so close when we worked together. When my other friend called tonight, I was even more blown away. We know now that BJ contracted Mad Cow, but we don't know how. I'm having so much trouble wrapping my head around the fact that by tomorrow, she probably will no longer be with us.

As I called a few friends who used to work with us, I kept having the same conversation over and over. All of us feel so bad that we let life get away from us. We always SAY "we need to get together," but then life gets in the way, and it doesn't happen. BJ and I must have said that 100 times. Now, I'll never get the chance to do that, and it's just so very sad.

I think I'm still in a state of shock about the whole situation, as my emotions have not really taken a hold of me yet. However, I'm dreading that next phone call from one of my former coworkers/friends, because I know it won't be good news.

I'm having yet another Pampered Chef party in a couple of weeks, and BJ was, naturally, on my guest list. I had no idea that she was sick and in the hospital. Now, in some strange way, I'm feeling guilty about sending her the invitation. I want to go get it from her house, so her mother and sisters won't see it. In some way, I feel like it shows what a bad friend I was, that I didn't even know she was sick. One of my friends had a different take on it, though, and said it will show her family that she had friends that missed her and cared about her. I don't know what to think. This whole situation is just so surreal. I simply can NOT wrap my brain around it yet.

I'll tell you one thing, though. I will no longer feel bad for having so many parties, Pampered Chef or otherwise. I sometimes feel bad that I'm always inviting my friends to something. It makes me feel kinda like a pest at times. But now, I'm going to focus on the fact that every party is an opportunity to get together with the people I love, and every invitation they receive is a reminder of how much I love them and love to spend time with them. So, let the Drunken Kitchen Fest commence!!! (my last few PC parties turned into just drunken messes! gee, could it have anything to do with my new-found bartending skills?)

Please send thoughts and prayers for BJ to have a peaceful passing, and for her family to be comforted in this time of sorrow.

I can't end on such a sad note, so let me tell you that Stud was diagnosed with a sinus infection. The doctor prescribed a Z-pack and an antihistamine. AND, I made sure I got a note saying that he is cleared to return to school so Nurse Nasty can stick it up her.....ok, take a, she was so nasty! If I wasn't already late for work, I would have gone straight to the principal to let him know about her pleasant bedside manner! My only response to her screeching was, "Oh, I wasn't aware that you saw my son on Friday." I mean, seriously, WTF? If you feel a child is sick enough to go to the doctor, perhaps you should contact a parent. Why would you tell a child to go see a doctor, and expect something to happen? Ugh! Anyway, I hope the note is enough.

OK, it's time to get the brownies out of the oven that I'm baking for New Principal. She was wonderful today when I had to ask to leave early. I thought for sure I would get a bit of an attitude, given that I came in late already. But, she couldn't have been more accommodating. I suppose that's one of the benefits of having a working mom for a boss.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Happy Birthday! (updated)

(I just got home from the awesome party, and I have a couple of little things to change/update about the story below, since we talked about it at the party! I added the changes in red.)

Today is my favorite uncle's birthday. The big 6-0!! He is my mom's younger brother, the baby of the family (and only boy!). Since my mother was about 12 when she got married, my uncle was still in high school when I was born. Let me share something he wrote for English class his senior year.

Lisa Marie

As I walked into the bedroom, she was sleeping. I went over to her and kissed her cheek. Her head turned as she stretched her beautiful body. When she opened her eyes, it seemed as though someone had turned the lights on, they were bright as stars. She looked at me and smiled. A sudden warmth rushed through me. I sat next to her and kissed her again. Chills ran down my spine, as she ran her fingers through my hair. As I touched my face to hers, it seemed as if the sun had just come out on a cloudy day. Her skin was soft as velvet. "Lisa," I whispered in her ear, "surely you are the most beautiful girl in the world." But, she said nothing -- because at four months, she had not yet learned to talk.

This is something I have always treasured. I have the original paper he wrote (complete with the big red A he received!) with the rest of my childhood keepsakes. I have so many wonderful memories from my childhood that involve my uncle.

One of my favorite stories happened when I was just under 2 years old, so I don't actually remember the incident, but I will forever remember the story. My uncle had come to pick me up to spend some time with me. As we were driving down the street, some lunatic flew out of an alley, across the street we were on, and back into the alley. My uncle slammed on the brakes, and, being the late 60s, I was not in a car seat, or even in a seatbelt. I flew into the dashboard, and hit my head.

Naturally, I started to bleed like a stuck pig. My uncle raced back to my parent's house, carried me up to the house and banged on the door. When my mother opened the door, he said, "HERE!" threw me at her, covered in blood, and took off.

My mother, of course, freaked the hell out at seeing her baby covered in blood. She started cleaning me up, and finally found the cut on my forehead. It wasn't even big enough for my mother to take me for stitches. Apparently, my mother DID take me to the hospital since it was a head injury, and I received ONE stitch!

In the meantime, my uncle drove around the neighborhood until he found the car that cut us off. It was parked outside a neighborhood bar. He went in, asked whose car it was, then dragged the assbag outside and beat the ever-living snot out of him!! The whole time, he kept screaming at the dirtbag that he hurt his baby niece. My hero!!! He's STILL my hero!

I think about that story every time I look in the mirror, and see my scar. And, it makes me giggle a little inside every time. :)

Happy Birthday, Uncle Ed!!!HPIM0429B

In a couple hours, we will all be getting together for a surprise party for him. This will be the third Sunday out of the past four that the whole family will be together. I can’t wait. My family is a riot!

Today is also my bestest friend’s birthday! It might not be the most recent photo, but trust me, we’re still just as cute!! (If you look close enough, you can see my scar! Maybe click on the photo to enlarge it.)

Happy Birthday, My Bestest Friend!!


Friday, November 13, 2009

Email of the Day

Save on Christmas lights this year.....

Thursday, November 12, 2009

These kids need a spanking!!

The babies were on lock down today! They have been just terrible lately. Tuesday, Ms. H. told me they were acting up at lunch, and that they didn't deserve a treat for snacktime. Today when I picked them up, she was beside herself. She said they were even worse than Tuesday, and that they were THROWING FOOD!!! Seriously, WTF!? I was pissed off the rest of the day. We didn't go to computers at our computer time, but Ms. H. took 3 boys and 3 girls who always behave to the computer lab, and they really enjoyed it. I'm so irritated with them. Instead of getting better, they seem to be getting worse. I even called AM's house to have her mother come pick her up, because I was afraid I was going to put my hands on her! Well, I should say I tried to call, but of course, the two numbers I have are both disconnected. How typical!!! Ok, I feel the rage building again, just thinking about today, so I'm signing off, lest I spew right here.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Thank You, Veterans!!

Today, as I enjoy this beautiful day off from work, I will be sending out prayers for all our veterans, and especially for all of our boys and girls who are serving our country as we speak. Thank you for all you have done, and all you continue to do, to protect our freedom!

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Happy Birthday, Sesame Street!

I've been planning to do a post about Sesame Street's 40th Birthday, but I, obviously, haven't gotten my lazy butt around to it yet. However, I'm sitting here right now, watching Nightline, and they're doing a whole segment about it. The most interesting part of the story was when they talked to the man who does Elmo's voice. The voice of the 2 1/2 year old monster who speaks in baby talk comes out of the mouth of a middle-aged black man. Too funny!

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Out of all those goofy pictures that Stud and I took together, there are only two that I think are halfway decent.


I gotta say, though, that in the first one, I don't like how pronounced my dark circles/bags/wrinkles are under my eyes. In the second one, Stud is at a weird angle, so he looks really wide. But, his face is adorable in both!

I'm sure I'll probably take a bunch more photos in an attempt to find "the one" for our Christmas card, but I figured I'd start here, just to start narrowing it down. So, please, leave your choice, A or B, in the comment section. Thanks, my Bloggy Buddies!!

Oh, and Karen, to answer your question - yes I'm very short (but thanks for using 'petite!' Your so sweet!) at only 5'3". (At least I used to be. I've probably shrunk in my old age!) Plus Stud is VERY tall (he's over 6 feet now) and still growing. I believe I had my shoes on in these pictures, which gave me an extra two inches!


This commercial just finished playing on my TV.

If it was the end of November, or better yet, the beginning of December, I would LOVE it! This is one of my favorite Christmas songs, and I normally love the holiday season. However, when they start playing this damn commercial literally the DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN, it just pisses me off!!

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Birthday Weekend continues…

OK, how sick are you of seeing this “bar” set-up?

HPIM2781-1Can you even believe there was STILL Halloween candy left!!?


Finally, the Lazy Susan being used for it’s real function! This was one of the best things I’ve ever bought myself at Sam’s Club. It came with two different center bowls. This one is divided, which allowed me to put both ranch dip and hummus out with the veggies.


This is the third time now that you’ve seen these cool vinyl containers. They are my favorite things to use for parties, and the best part – they’re from the dollar store!


The yummy stuff on the green platter is this awesome mozzarella & prosciutto roll that I buy at Sam’s Club. Oh, so good!! The other containers have provolone, cheddar and colby jack cheese cubes, and obviously, those are black olives.


Yum! Bruschetta!! LOTS of garlic and basil!


One of my besties and her beautiful little girl, Abby.


My two gorgeous nieces!


Assorted family members. :)

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I should be used to this look by now, cuz I get it about 10 times a day!! This one was caused by the fact that I wanted to take his picture as he blew out his candle. I’ve got some nerve, huh?


My niece just LOVES to take self-portraits!!


Ok, I had deleted the next group of photos, since I HATE myself in pictures. But, then I put them back because I thought you might find the series kinda funny. My niece kept taking picture after picture, and Stud just kept playing around. I was getting a bit annoyed because I really wanted a nice picture of us together.

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Gee, I wonder how this got in here?


Oo, almost there….

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And THERE it is!! This just might be the Christmas card photo. What do you think?


I was so upset after Stud’s surprise party because I realized, at 2am, when all the cleaning up was done and I was finally hitting the sack, that we never even took a picture together on his birthday. Then, it almost happened again last night. The photo shoot happened after all the guests had left. I’m just glad we managed to get one good one out the million we took!


I love these moments when they actually remember they love each other!


They love their uncle, that’s for sure!


My niece ended up spending the night, which was nice. She was a big help in cleaning up after the party. Since she attends the sister school to Stud’s school, which is right next door, it was nice to all go to school together this morning.

OK, I had planned to do more than just post pictures, but I’m missing Dancing with the Stars!!!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Birthday Pics

I had Stud picks these out at the grocery store, under the guise that they were for Sunday’s party. He made me laugh because he picked 4 different kinds (they came in boxes of 6) for 4 different reasons. “The Sponge Bob are for Scotty (his best friend), I want Wolverine, the birthday balloons for my birthday, and the little crayons for you cuz your a teacher.” I picked out a 5th box that had “Happy Birthday” picks.HPIM2758

A much smaller version of the Halloween spread. Aren’t you proud of me? The left-over candy from last week’s party is STILL in the Lazy Susan!!!


The early arrivers.


Then, Stud showed up! He promptly informed me that he knew all about it, because he saw the post on Facebook. Hmmm, good thing he was grounded, huh? CSJ and I decided to extend his grounding, but not until Monday. We figured we’d give him a whole ‘birthday weekend’ before the punishment kicks in!


You may notice Stud’s short hair. He got a detention Monday at school because his hair was too long!! So, Tuesday night, I shaved it off. Yeah, he’s not so happy about it, but his hair grows fast, and in another week, I’ll take him my girl and she can shape it a little for him. Truthfully, I like his hair this way. I think he looks older, yet at the same time, it reminds me of when he was little, and I always used to cut his hair like this. Long hair, short hair, no hair, he’s still pretty damn handsome!

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His best friend’s mom, AKA his other mother!


Stud with my sister and mom.


LOVE this one!


My niece, Stud’s friend, Emma (you may remember her from last year’s Homecoming), and Stud. My niece and Emma became fast friends last year (they both attend the sister school to Stud’s school) and now they’re ‘besties.’


The kids actually managed to watch two movies during the party.


I love that they thought they should all take their shoes off. Cute!


The whole gang. (Don’t even get me started about the fact that I invited nearly 30 kids, and yet this was the party group! Eh, Stud was happy, and that’s all that matters!)

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As a matter of fact, they were married back in the 2nd grade. Oh, how I wish I had photos of that to post! Apparently, the wedding was held during recess, the girls made Lauren a veil out of toilet paper, and a bouquet of paper roses. Their friend, Brenda, officiated. Their puppy love started in 1st grade, and I have a drawer full of love notes from Lauren, which she used to leave in his desk. Well, 1st grade love notes, which means things like pictures of rainbows and things. Oh, so cute!! Of course, he used to do the same thing. As a matter of fact, he got in big trouble one day because his teacher caught him sneaking back into the classroom after dismissal to put a note in her desk. Ah, young love… Despite the fact that Lauren transferred to a new school at the end of 2nd grade, they’ve remained close. Oh, did I mention that Lauren’s mom and I went to college together? How funny is that? On the first day of school, I saw her mom in the office, and naturally I just assumed she worked at the school, since I KNEW she was a teacher, right? Nope, she was bringing her baby to school, just like me. And, the rest is history! Stud still refers to Lauren as his wife. As a matter of fact, he has her in his cell phone as simply “Wife.” AND, he never changed it after or during the whole relationship with The Girl. I was surprised, but glad at the same time. Actually Lauren and The Girl met one night when both of their moms came to a Pampered Chef party at my house, and hit it off like gang busters. Wow, that seems like a lifetime ago.

My niece and her bestie!


My son and his wife ;-) Oh, and their son!

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Happy, Happy Birthday, My Baby!! I love you more than you'll ever know!