Jaws

My poor little guy had an accident at school yesterday
and now has a DISLOCATED JAW and a CONCUSSION.

He was playing Flag Football after school.
You know, that fun, NON CONTACT sport?
Well, the person he was guarding - a girl -
swung around and hit him in the chin with her arm.
His jaw got locked - OPEN.
He was in pain, dizzy, and couldn't close his mouth.
Thank God I was there. I was going to run a few errands
but decided to watch them play.
I ran out to the field, he was panicking.
They laid him down and I got him to slow his
breathing so he could calm down and hopefully close
his mouth. I called my dentist -WHOM I LOVE- and he called
an oral surgeon and said they were waiting for me.
Dylan was too dizzy to walk to the car, so I got the car
and off we raced. When I say raced, I mean it.
I really drove fast because all I could focus on was
Dylan crying in the back saying, "it hurts, it hurts".
I was not on my best game. I kept trying to call Paul
but I kept hitting the wrong numbers on the phone.
AND I HAVE THE NUMBERS PROGRAMMED!
For some reason I kept trying to dial.
They gave Dylan oxygen at the oral surgeon because he was
still dizzy. They took an X-Ray and thankfully his jaw was
not broken, but it was dislocated. Then we raced off to the
emergency room for a CT scan to see if he had a concussion.
No CT scan but yes on the concussion. They could tell from
his reaction to the injury.
So - exhale - he is fine.
Soft foods for a week and we go back to the surgeon on Friday.
My dentist called last night and today to see how D was feeling.
I LOVE MY DENTIST
and I'm not just saying it because his son reads my blog.
Anyway, when it was all over I felt like crying.
I was so shaken up by the whole thing. I'm surprised at myself.
I couldn't even fill out the papers at the surgeons.
Today, we're taking it easy.
Here are some pics of my boy enjoying a milkshake.

Breakfast for a Month

Dylan and I have to be out of the house by 7:30am.
As much as I would like to prepare a nutritious, healthy
breakfast for the kid, it's just not happening. The way our
schedules work out, he enters the kitchen just as I'm about
to begin the great transormation from morning hag to
beautiful, gorgeous, I can't believe she's over 40 mom.
(ok, so I'm stretching it, but you get the idea - makeup time)
Yes, he can get himself a bowl of cereal.
He can even make scrambled eggs.
I used to buy frozen waffles.
They fall into the category of what I call "Stupid Food".
Also in that category are:
-frozen pizza
-chicken nuggets
-bagel bites
Once a child is eating what you're eating, you have
to stop buying that garbage.
Cook one meal for the family, everyone eats it or they don't eat.
Anyway.....
I decided to make my own "stupid food", but it's made with real
ingredients so it's not stupid.
AND since I make a lot of it and freeze it so Dylan can just
pull it out of the freezer in the AM and pop it in the microwave,
I like to call it Smart Food - not to be confused with the pop corn.

So here we go, lots of pancakes and french toast.


Now you need a piece of wax paper.
Come on, I know you have some in your pantry.
You probably have the first box you ever bought,
you know, when you first got married and moved into
your new house?
Place a piece of french toast on the wax paper at a diagonal
and fold the corner over.


Put another piece on top. Each of my little packages
has two slices of french toast or three pancakes.



Fold the sides in so they overlap.


Now, my favorite part, which I think is pretty clever.
Yeah, I know, I need to get out more.
Take that tail piece that's sticking out......



.....and tuck it in between the two slices!
(Kerry is a giant loser)



And Voila'! You have a nice little packaged breakfast.


Breakfast for a month.


You know that he had a bagel this morning and cereal yesterday, right?
Why do I bother??

I'm back.

Hi.
I'm back.
Just took a little breather.
I really didn't intend to, just happened.

Updates:

Work is GREAT! I LOVE MY NEW JOB!
And no, I don't really have a home yet, but
I've adopted one. We'll see what happens.

The overnight was a lot of fun. The headmaster
and I won the "Wrap the student in toilet paper" contest
thank you very much.
- I had a lot of practice papering cars this summer.
(how old am I???)

I haven't scrapped a darn thing.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
I've been too busy with school and running Dylan all over town.
My last publication was in last issue of Paper Trends.
I have two things out and have no idea when they'll be pubbed.
It's nice to be surprised.

Ok, off to make dinner.
I'll be back.
Promise.

Upper School Camping Trip

I'm going on an overnight with the upper school.
I'll be with 5th graders.
It will be fun. It's their first time going - mine too!

Dylan is already there.
They left yesterday.
I'm going to try to avoid him so he
won't be the
KID WITH HIS MOMMY HANGING AROUND.

We leave this morning.
Wish me luck.

Nomad

Well, here is an update:
I still don't have a place to call my own.
I JUST WANT A DESK FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
I just want a place to put my stuff.
I know it will work out but I'd like to
to work out NOW.

I was in the nurse's office yesterday and
a student walks in.
His stomach hurt.
Nurse: Did you have breakfast?
Kid: Yes.
N: What did you eat?
K: You know those sausage, egg and cheese things
at Burger King? .......I had two of those, I had some
of those apple fritter things which were really good
and two croissants.
N: Oh. Do you think that's why your stomach hurts?
K: Hmmmm........... nah.

Homeless.

They have no home for me.
No place for me to go.
No place to put my stuff.
I was able to put my bag in an office today,
but I'd like to have a home -
I was told I'd have a home.
I need somewhere to display
my cute Post-It Notes!!

Where Did She Go??!!

Hi.
I'm here.
Just took some time off.
I was on "vacation" - camp was over, school
hadn't started yet. I really didn't have much to say.

So what have I been up to?
Sunning.
Shopping.
Getting ready for school.
I have to go back today for a meeting.
I start my new position this year as
PERMANENT SUBSTITUTE TEACHER.
I'm really looking forward to it.
I just hope they find a home for me -
an office, somewhere to hang my hat.
I guess I'll find out today.
Wish me luck!

Final Week

So, today begins my final week of camp.
It flew by, can't believe it.
Now, for those of you who know me
I know you're still thinking....
"How the hell can Kerry be working at
a day camp all summer???"
I know.
I hate heat.
I hate the outdoors.
I hate not wearing make-up.
I could go on.......
But I just love this place and this job.
Go figure.

Last Thursday was my favorite day.
We had the Senior Sleep Over.
All of senior camp (ages 8-12) are
invited to stay until 8pm for games,
swimming, dinner, and a slide show.
Then the 8-10 year olds go home and the
rest are invited to sleep over.
Yeah, so are the counselors.

I.
HAD.
A.
BLAST.

We had a counselor hunt - I was laying down at the bottom
of a stairwell among spider webs and who knows what else.
Was the 3rd to last to be found thank you very much.

We had a bonfire and told scary stories. Even I let out
a yelp when the "werewolf" ran by.

I led the girls on an all out pillow assault on
the unsuspecting boys.

I toilet papered my boss' car.

At 3am some girls woke me up to tell me that my
boss was "going crazy" and doing stuff to my car.
Yeah, he was getting me back....so I hid his sleeping bag.

HOW OLD AM I???????

I slept maybe 3 hours and even those were broken up.
Had to work the next day with the same kids who kept me up.

Would I do it again?

In a second.

Loved it.

Thank You!!!!

Thank you for all the birthday wishes.
Had a GREAT day!
Came home from work to find three loads of
laundry done and dinner ready to go.
I have the best husband.
My parents came over with cupcakes.
Very nice day.

Had a great weekend.
Paul planned a golf outing for his
50th bday for Saturday.
One problem, the club was closed due
to all the rain we had. The course was flooded.
Paul scrambled and was able to get T-times
at another course and I made reservations at
a nearby restaurant. What looked like a near
disaster turned out to be a fantastic day.
Dylan was one of the 12 golfers (along with my boss!)
I joined them for dinner and we didn't get home until
1:30 AM.

We took it easy today, got some sun, slept.
It was a great weekend.

Birthday

Today is the 13th anniversary
of my 29th birthday.

Shit

Yesterday my two all time favorite campers got
into it......and not in a good way.
I love these two.
They are always getting into trouble but not because
they are sneaky, nasty or mean.
They're just little guys and they're funny.

Matt: Kerry, he said "shit" to me.
Mitch: Kerry, he said "shit" first.
Matt: No, you said "shit" first.
Mitch: No, you said "shit" first.
Matt: I wouldn't have said "shit" unless you said "shit".
Mitch: Why would I say "shit" if you didn't say "shit"?
Matt: I only said "shit" because you said "shit".
Mitch: You said "shit" before I said "shit".
Matt :Kerry, he said "shit" before I said "shit".
Mitch: No I didn't. He was the first to say "shit". Then I said "shit".
Matt: But you kept saying "shit" so I kept saying "shit".
Kerry: STOP!
Matt: But he said "shit".
Kerry: I SAID STOP! Mitch, did you really say that?
Mitch: But he said "shit"....
Kerry: IS THAT WHAT I ASKED YOU?
Mitch: But he said "shit"....
Kerry: STOP IT! Matt.....
Matt: Kerry, he said "shit" then I said "shit".....
Kerry: SSSTTTTTOPPPPPPPP! Just go play and don't say it anymore.
Matt: (smirking) Okay, we won't say "shit" anymore.

Love him.

Aaaahhhhh, the weekend.

>
I really earned this weekend.
This week was tough.
My boss was on a camping trip so
I was in charge of senior camp this week.
I can honestly say I'm ready for ANYTHING
they throw my way now.
A week of dealing with:
-foul language
-physical abuse of staff
-unwanted "touching"
-crying staff
-major phone calls to parents
.......will do that to you.

Wednesday and Thursday were fun too.
We invited a city camp to use our campus
after hours.
They came on two different days because they
are a very religious Jewish camp: boys and girls
have to be separated.
Well, that's fine, but our counselors aren't kept separate
so we had to figure out how to work with them while
respecting their beliefs.
Wednesday the girls came and it wasn't a problem.
I was in charge of putting the harnesses on for
the bungee jump.
Thursday we had double the number of boys.
Since I wouldn't be able to do the harnesses
(I couldn't touch the boys)
I was asked to actually run the bungee jump.
Now let me describe it:
4 trampolines
each trampoline has a bungee hook up which attaches
to the harnesses.
Here, I found a pic:
I'm supposed to stand on the side of the trampoline
and work a hydrolic lift thingy so the kids are
lifted just off the trampoline and then jump
and then they do flips and all that junk.
I AM AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!!!!!
Ok, so the trampoline is only 4 feet off the ground.
BUT here I am trying to balance, watching the kid
jump, I'm getting bounced around and I can't hold
onto anything.
Couldn't do it.
I couldn't get my bearings.
Ugh.
So I then moved to the zip line.
I am proud to say we have the longest zip line
on Long Island. I have to take their word for it
because there is NOT A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL
that I would EVER get up there.
Now, since I again cannot put the harnesses on the boys
I am left to put up the 8ft ladder each time the boys
zip past me. Then, as they zip back in my direction I
am to GRAB their legs to stop them, pull them to the ladder
which they will then climb up a step or two to the top
be unhooked and I help them down.
(Yeah, I know, can't put on harnesses but I
can grab their legs - whatever.)
*yes, take a minute to picture that scenario.
*go ahead.
Now stop laughing.
Yeah.
Now add a temp of 90 degrees.
Ok, now add humidity.
I really earned this weekend.