Thursday, January 31, 2008
Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.
The funny one that my secretary said on the announcements today. She couldn't remember if it was original, or she heard it from Jack Handy.
If I had a dollar for every dollar I spent, I'd have all my money back!
I have to take my lunch break today to run an errand across town. I could've mailed it, but I didn't have a stamp. Who uses stamps anymore? Well, obviously not us.
I did something to a friend yesterday that I got irritated someone did to me earlier in the week. Go figure. I apologized.
I got a new cookbook I'm eager to try out.
It's the last day of January. That was fast.
My desk is a mess again.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
*Anyway* all this blah blah is to say that I have recently 'met' Karen (maybe I'll really get to meet her someday). She's a cool lady who has run into some trouble recently. But, it reminds me (and brings me back to my point) about why I love Deaf people....Rarely do you see a one of them that isn't happy and well-rounded. I mean, for the 'disability' that us dumb hearing people consider them to have you would think that they would be "oh woe is me, I can't hear, I'll just sit here and let other people take care of me" Nope! They are happy, uplifting, funny, successful, patient, proud, strong, brave, joyous people. They remind me how lucky I am when I start to have a pity party for myself about the troubles I have. I've learned a lot from them about what is truly important and to take what you have and make the best of it. I need to be reminded of that every once in awhile, so thanks Karen, Darin, Mary Lynn, Cassie, Lacey, et al! :)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
So this weekend, it was finally warm enough to dig it out of the carport and start working. Here it is, in all it's glory.
This is the cool stuff you put on it that makes the paint come off.
Ok, it's called stripper. That's paint stripper.
I love it when it's all done and you can just scrap it off!
But, alas, it doesn't all come off, especially when there's like 3 layers of paint on it. We think this desk was once white, then brown, then green. So, we used the sander (imagine Tim the Toolman and his rr-rr-rr) and the scraper. Dear Hubby even let me use the sander! At first I was a little leary, but then I thought, well, it was $15, if I mess it up, oh well! 1452 hours later......
it looked like this! Nice, huh? And that was just the front! Whew. And my shoulder is sore this morning. And my mother would cringe that I am starting sentences with "and."
I will post some pictures when we finish....um, whenever we finish!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
And then there are these little beauties:
See that little oval in the bottom right corner? It says "Family Size." Yeah, I'm gonna be the size of a family!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"Anger does as much damage to the vessel it is poured from as it does to anything it is poured upon." Unknown
I can read this quote and comprehend it, but it doesn't make my any less angry! :)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The funny thing is that the moment my hubby's head hits the pillow, he's asleep. He may not stay that way, but he falls asleep quickly. I, on the other hand may feel really tired, but inevitably lay there for 30 minutes or more trying to fall asleep (where am I going to schedule that new kid? Did I sign my son's agenda? What am I going to make for dinner? Oh! I can't forget to get____ in the morning). On rare occasion, I even get up to get an item right then because I know I will forget it, or write something on my list. But once I'm asleep, I'm good. Since my husband started his new job and gets up before the rooster, I have been coming to a state of semi-consciousness around that time whether he works that day or not. Once I remember waking up in a panic because I didn't feel or hear him get up and so I thought he was going to be late. Aside=my husband is never late. He's always early.
I have hypothyroidism, and before I got it under control, I would sleep all the time, and wake up feeling completely unrested. One time dear hubby said...."I had a dream that we got paid a dollar for every time you hit the snooze button. We were rich!"
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
When I cook mine, I drain most of the juice out.So, let's have a vote! What do you do? Scroll down to the bottom of the page and cast your ballot!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Then you play the game, which takes all of about 5 minutes if you stretch it. See, the kids just want to reach in there and grab all the leaves. Then that just makes me sweaty and churny inside and my head starts hurting again. The object of the game is to strategically and gently pull your chosen leaf so that no bees actually fall.....They don't get the fact that the person with the least number of bees is the winner here. A cuter version of Kerplunk.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
How, you may ask, do I get anything accomplished? Well, somehow I do. Fridays are my paperwork and testing days. So I decided that I would tackle my table and desk in hopes that getting things more in order would make me a better speech therapist, not to mention person in general....
I spent the morning doing progress reports. Yes, with my desk like that....41, to be precise. After a yummy lunch with my two best buds, I was back to see if my desk did, in fact have a wood grain top. After a couple of hours and my paper recycling box full again, my desk now looks like this:Aww!! Aren't you proud of me? I wonder how long it will stay like this!? Don't hold your breath, people...
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I used to lament about my job. It is demanding, difficult, heart-wrenching, and thankless. But I've decided it takes a special person to work with God's special babies and I've been given the gift.
I hope to periodically post stories about experiences I have. I'm sure I will sound irreverent at times. I have been in this business for 15 years. I have seen trends come and go. Categories become the 'new thing' to diagnose a child with and disability names changed to more 'politically correct' terminology. I can be irreverent or callous-sounding. I have proven love for 'my' kids and don't let me hear anyone saying anything negative!!
OK, on to the first story!!!!
I was teaching preschool special ed. There were two bathrooms in my classroom. The doors remained open because all sorts of *wonderful* things can happen behind closed doors. So, Johnny (names have been changed to protect the innocent) was in one of the stalls sitting down. Max walks in to use the other restroom but pulls up short when he sees Johnny sitting on the toilet rather than the more natural male posture of standing. Max says to Johnny "You have a penis." Pause.... Then"You have a penis!," with more incredulity. Johnny looks to his left, looks to his right, and responds "I don't have any peanuts!"
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