Quotes:

Me: All right guys! We've got to get this stuff finished. I won't see you tomorrow afternoon because you'll all be at your Halloween party tomorrow afternoon!

4 fourth graders: VALENTINES DAY! VALENTINES DAY! YOU SAID HALLOWEEN!!!


Sick coworker: I'm trying to get stuff done. My brain is shut off, this cold . . . and I just don't have the patience. No patience.

Me: You should put together your sub notes. You might need to stay home tomorrow!

Her: I still have my voice. I can't miss tomorrow. They have their Halloween party. Not a good day to miss . . . (she was not privy to past conversations mind you!)

Happy Halloween to you all!

A

Additional sickness:

I could not remember last night the other sickness related story I was going to post until I was laying in bed trying to force sleep (this is not normally a problem!).

In addition to the Halloween candy comment . . .

The temperature in my classroom was fluctuating wildly (had to have been the room temp!) so I left my door open for circulation. Now, normally I'm a door-closed kind of person. Just me? Door closed. A room full of America's Most Wanted? Again, door closed.

I'd just gotten to my prep and was getting ready to shut down and die (it was after all the very end of a very long day!). The doctor that I'd seen in Urgent Care had given me some antibiotics to start if my body hadn't righted itself by Sunday (magical 10 days of disease). I was trying to hold out, but by the end of the day, I was literally talking myself into taking them. I conceded defeat, just in time for one of my coworkers to hear me as she walked by. She did a double take, thinking I was on the phone-- But I Wasn't! She comes bouncing in, "Are you talking to yourself??" With a blank look reminiscent of the "Halloween candy look" I simply responded, "yes."

Out of 4 special ed teachers in my school, 2 were out sick(one sick, one sick child). The third left at 1:40 for a meeting, along with our fearless principal! I think maybe it's my turn again tomorrow. Or maybe on Thursday? I could drown my single self in Tagalong ice cream!?!? Or maybe I'll just nurse that ice cream all week . . . . Or maybe I'll just get ready for bed now and take each day as it comes.

G'night!

A

Quote of the day:

To a third grader: Jimbob(strangely, this is his real name)**- if you hit me, I will hold you.

Third grader: It's called restraint, you f*ing idiot! Why are you treating me like a baby?

Me(matter-of-factly): Because you're acting like one.

As it was a factual observation, not a verbal jab, I stand by this comment and would make it again, should the situation arise! He was acting like a baby, albeit a violent, vocal, potty mouth one! That was the day! I hope your's was better?

A

**names have been changed to protect the innocent, unless of course he wasn't innocent, and then the name has been changed to protect his confidentiality!

Delerium . . .

4th grader: Only 3 and a half more days 'till lots of stuff goes on sale at Walmart.

Me: (cold induced blank stare) What? What goes on sale?

4th grader: Valentines Day?

Me: Ooohhhh (realization dawns), so do you get all kinds of Halloween candy on sale then?

4th grader: (blank stare.)

4th grader: Ummm . . . . do you mean Valentines Day? Halloween was a really long time ago.

Me: (blank stare- followed by hysterical giggles) Yes! Yes! I do mean Valentines Day!

4th grader: (you guessed it, continued blank stare!)

I'm sick . . .

I'm hopefully at the tail end of this cold-sinus crud. I'm on a distinct day 10. On like a ton of bricks last Friday. My brain is muddy. Typing is incoherent and labored. I'll be back again soon . . .

I'm also sick and tired of reruns. Even PBS has reruns of the Antique Roadshow today. I'm glad the writer's strike is seemingly at an end. I hope it accomplished what they needed it to, and bring on the NEW SHOWS!!!

A

Beware: Political-ish comment ahead!

I rarely invite politics into my blog, and even more rarely comment politically on other's blogs or even in person. I have some rumblings inside that may be gas, or may be a political-ish post. We'll see. For now- just a quick comment. The news just commented on his personal financial investment in this race. To the tune of $35 million dollars that he has invested from his own savings.

Now- I have not investigated many candidates, but especially not Mr. Romney. With all due respect, I know enough about him and his beliefs that I know how I will vote in regards to him, should he get that far. But $35 Million? This man had $35 MILLION sitting around in his savings account? I hardly have $35 DOLLARS in my savings. Either this man is doing something really wrong, or he's doing something really right. Either way, this makes me doubt his ability to relate to me. Perhaps I've missed something . . .

Am I the only one with questions about this? I'll go research and perhaps I'll be back.

There- done with politics for the night. Maybe.

A

A conundrum.

The Super Bowl- which team do I want to win? Neither. That is the absolute answer. The Giants stomped my beloved Pack, who should have made it to this game. The Patsies defeated us the last time we made it to the Super Bowl. I was in it for the commercials. I disliked the Giants a little less than the Patsies, if only because I didn't want to see the Pats make it through a perfect season. At 19 seconds left in the game, I think it's a safe bet.

I hope you all still like me. No hurt feelings? Em- this too shall pass.

A