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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I'm back. ACHOOOOOOOO!
Sorry 'bout that. My allergies are BAD today. I think that I need to take a more proactive approach to cleaning my house and my classroom. But that would take work. Plus, I'm allergic to dust. Therefore, my sneezing continues.
This school year is wrapping up and it has been AMAZING! I seriously thought that I would never love Kindergarten as much as did (the second time around, not the first, PEOPLE!) My kids rock, the school rocks, my principal rocks. There's more rockin' goin' on at Springdale than at a nursing home...get it, rocking, rocking chairs, old people in rocking...oh, nevermind! The only sad news is that my beloved Mr. Eddy (who should win the Pulitzer Prize AND the Nobel Peace Prize just because) is leaving. I do wish him the best but in my heart I feel that the best place for him is at Springdale. Oh well. Such is life. I am praying that he will get an amazing job in TPS so it'll make the sadness a wee bit better.
More later...I'm getting my blog on!!!
This school year is wrapping up and it has been AMAZING! I seriously thought that I would never love Kindergarten as much as did (the second time around, not the first, PEOPLE!) My kids rock, the school rocks, my principal rocks. There's more rockin' goin' on at Springdale than at a nursing home...get it, rocking, rocking chairs, old people in rocking...oh, nevermind! The only sad news is that my beloved Mr. Eddy (who should win the Pulitzer Prize AND the Nobel Peace Prize just because) is leaving. I do wish him the best but in my heart I feel that the best place for him is at Springdale. Oh well. Such is life. I am praying that he will get an amazing job in TPS so it'll make the sadness a wee bit better.
More later...I'm getting my blog on!!!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
All you can eat...ice cream?
Yeppers. You read correctly. All the ice cream that you could ever want to eat. This, I might add, can wreak havoc on a lactose-intolerant digestive system
We took our annual pilgrimage to visit Blue Bell Creamery. Every year, on the last Saturday in June, Blue Bell holds its infamous "Taste of Summer". Translation: all the ice cream, popsicles, fudge bars, ice cream sandwiches, and bomb pops you can eat and all for the low, low price of $5 per person. Jason always makes a dent in their inventory. Ethan eats as much ice cream as his little body can handle. I end up sitting on the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. You'd think I'd learn by now, but no.
Taste of Summer is a real treat for those who people watch. Boy, howdy, you see all kinds. The funniest part is the ice cream eating contest. The contest pits people against each other to see who can eat a half gallon of ice cream the fastest. This, my friends, is so sad because quite a few contestants afterward are seen with their heads over the nearest trash can. I'm sorry but the idea of eating a half gallon of ice cream in under 3 minutes and then puking your guts out just to win bragging rights and a free half gallon of more ice cream does not sound appealing AT ALL.
All in all, a good time was had by all, even though I have spent the last 18 hours in the potty room. Maybe next time I'll remember the Lactaid.
We took our annual pilgrimage to visit Blue Bell Creamery. Every year, on the last Saturday in June, Blue Bell holds its infamous "Taste of Summer". Translation: all the ice cream, popsicles, fudge bars, ice cream sandwiches, and bomb pops you can eat and all for the low, low price of $5 per person. Jason always makes a dent in their inventory. Ethan eats as much ice cream as his little body can handle. I end up sitting on the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. You'd think I'd learn by now, but no.
Taste of Summer is a real treat for those who people watch. Boy, howdy, you see all kinds. The funniest part is the ice cream eating contest. The contest pits people against each other to see who can eat a half gallon of ice cream the fastest. This, my friends, is so sad because quite a few contestants afterward are seen with their heads over the nearest trash can. I'm sorry but the idea of eating a half gallon of ice cream in under 3 minutes and then puking your guts out just to win bragging rights and a free half gallon of more ice cream does not sound appealing AT ALL.
All in all, a good time was had by all, even though I have spent the last 18 hours in the potty room. Maybe next time I'll remember the Lactaid.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Jury duty...
Well, I got summoned. I tried to get out of it but no such luck. Monday was my first day and consisted of sitting in the basement of the Tulsa County Courthouse. For 11 hours. With no windows. I felt like a vampire, minus the teeth and an insatiable appetite for human blood.
Finally, my name was drawn and I got to go upstairs to the courtroom with 39 other individuals. It was an interesting experience. The judge (who shall remain nameless) was a super nice guy and I will be voting for him again. Once we got in and seated, we were grilled on everything imaginable: beliefs, views, our past, etc. They didn't ask what my view on child molesters was so I couldn't go into dramatic detail about medieval torture. Crap. Needless to say, I didn't get picked even though my answers were well thought out and intelligent. Maybe too intelligent because the people that they picked for the jury were NOT the defendant's peers. Holy Toledo! If I EVER got arrested (which I doubt unless they have me practice medieval torture on a child molester), I can assure you that I would not want some of those people to be on my jury. Let's see...girl who had Vegas tickets and probably had to miss her vacation, guy who needed to pull up his shorts (Good grief, dude, NO ONE wants to see the color and style of your unders!), little old woman who couldn't hear well (EH? WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?), man who reported seeing Bigfoot on his land ("Well, gollllleeee, sir. I thinks it was a giant ape with long arms. And it sings. And plays the Deliverance theme song on them there fiddle of his."). The list goes on and on and on.
They released me and the others on Wednesday morning. I returned to the dungeon and was dismissed for the week, along with all the other vampires down there. I am so glad that I didn't get picked to serve. It was a molestation case and I don't think that the judge would go for the whole "medieval torture" idea if the defendant was found guilty. And, because I am SO nosy, I looked up the case once I got home. Whoa. Let's just say that the verdict will be ALL OVER the 6:00 news next week. Sicko.
Finally, my name was drawn and I got to go upstairs to the courtroom with 39 other individuals. It was an interesting experience. The judge (who shall remain nameless) was a super nice guy and I will be voting for him again. Once we got in and seated, we were grilled on everything imaginable: beliefs, views, our past, etc. They didn't ask what my view on child molesters was so I couldn't go into dramatic detail about medieval torture. Crap. Needless to say, I didn't get picked even though my answers were well thought out and intelligent. Maybe too intelligent because the people that they picked for the jury were NOT the defendant's peers. Holy Toledo! If I EVER got arrested (which I doubt unless they have me practice medieval torture on a child molester), I can assure you that I would not want some of those people to be on my jury. Let's see...girl who had Vegas tickets and probably had to miss her vacation, guy who needed to pull up his shorts (Good grief, dude, NO ONE wants to see the color and style of your unders!), little old woman who couldn't hear well (EH? WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?), man who reported seeing Bigfoot on his land ("Well, gollllleeee, sir. I thinks it was a giant ape with long arms. And it sings. And plays the Deliverance theme song on them there fiddle of his."). The list goes on and on and on.
They released me and the others on Wednesday morning. I returned to the dungeon and was dismissed for the week, along with all the other vampires down there. I am so glad that I didn't get picked to serve. It was a molestation case and I don't think that the judge would go for the whole "medieval torture" idea if the defendant was found guilty. And, because I am SO nosy, I looked up the case once I got home. Whoa. Let's just say that the verdict will be ALL OVER the 6:00 news next week. Sicko.
I'm baaaaaack!
To my dearest followers:
While I have taken several months off, I still have not forgotten about you. :)
Hmmm....well, I survived state testing with my kids. It was uber-stressful, to say the least. My kids fared well through the whole process and I managed to not have a total nervous breakdown. Since I will be teaching Kindergarten next year at a brand new school (don't EVEN get me started on the great debacle I have dutifully named "Nightmare on 56th St."), I no longer have to worry myself on the stress of state testing. This, I am incredibly thankful for.
I packed up and moved to Beverly, Hills, that is. Swimming pools, movie stars...but I digress. I got transferred (truly by God Almighty Himself) to another school in Tulsa. My new principal is a wonderfully nice guy who truly loves the students (and they know his name!) and my other team members are so amazing! I am so glad that I got out when I did and I look forward to starting a new chapter of my life at Springdale. I am still sad that I left some of my dearest friends in that nightmare. Hopefully, they will come out unscathed but, if I know the minions, they'll get attacked too. OY!
While I have taken several months off, I still have not forgotten about you. :)
Hmmm....well, I survived state testing with my kids. It was uber-stressful, to say the least. My kids fared well through the whole process and I managed to not have a total nervous breakdown. Since I will be teaching Kindergarten next year at a brand new school (don't EVEN get me started on the great debacle I have dutifully named "Nightmare on 56th St."), I no longer have to worry myself on the stress of state testing. This, I am incredibly thankful for.
I packed up and moved to Beverly, Hills, that is. Swimming pools, movie stars...but I digress. I got transferred (truly by God Almighty Himself) to another school in Tulsa. My new principal is a wonderfully nice guy who truly loves the students (and they know his name!) and my other team members are so amazing! I am so glad that I got out when I did and I look forward to starting a new chapter of my life at Springdale. I am still sad that I left some of my dearest friends in that nightmare. Hopefully, they will come out unscathed but, if I know the minions, they'll get attacked too. OY!
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