You Are Good People

You are good people.
I've received so many encouraging
comments and e-mails - many from
people I don't even know. Thank
you for taking the time so send
prayers and good thoughts. It's
greatly appreciated.

I'm not going to say too much
more about it right now.
I'm going to try to focus on
other things - at least on the blog.

Thank you again for your support.

Please send prayers.

Mother
brain tumor
cancer
Please pray.
Thank you.

Very Serious

I have a family emergency.
Please send prayers, good thoughts,
whatever you've got.
Thank you,
Kerry

Uhhhh.................

So I'm subbing in Pre-K.
4 year olds.
OMG are they cute!!!!
They're learning the letter D.
The teacher left a book for me to read,
Danny and the Dinosaur,
perhaps you read it as a child:




So we're reading about Danny's trip to the museum.
Things are going great. Danny is having a great day.
Then we get to this page.....

"DANNY SAW INDIANS."

"Mrs. M.? WHAT'S AN INDIAN?"

"R" is a little girl who just happens to be dressed in
an authentic Indian outfit because our school was having a
Diwali celebration that day. Diwali is the Hindu celebration of light.

So back to:
"Mrs. M? WHAT IS AN INDIAN?"

"R" pipes up - "I'm an Indian!"

Me - um......."Yes, "R" is Indian".
Now they're all looking at me like....., wait a minute,
"R" isn't wearing animal skins and she doesn't have feathers in her hair.

Me - "THESE Indians are the people who were the first
people to live in America. We call them Native Americans.

Blank Stares

Ok, no questions.
They accept my answer.
That was easy.
Let's move on.

Danny saw bears.

Danny saw Eskimos.

"Mrs. M? WHAT'S AN ESKIMO?"

Me: "OK, who knows what indigenous means?"

I HATE Danny.

Well, I was scared..........

So Dylan and I watched a movie yesterday.



Now this film scared the bejesus out of me when I was younger.
It was made in 1982 so I couldn't have been more
than 16 (yeah, do the math) when it came out.
I suggested we watch it early in the day in case he was
freaked out by it and wouldn't be able to sleep.
Well, was I wrong.
Not only was he NOT freaked out, he was laughing.
There would be some special effects and he'd turn and
look at me with raised eyebrows like, "are you kidding me?".

The part where the mom is running down the hallway at the end
still gets me, you know, when the hallway gets longer.
OK, Dylan thought that was cool, but when she opened the
kids bedroom and was lifted of her feet by the posessed
closet door - he lost it. He was hysterical - laughing, that is.

Oh well.

Much Better.............

My feet are A LOT happier today.

Note To Self:

When the new boots you're wearing are
ALREADY hurting your feet at 8:55am -
you're in trouble.

Here is a tiny picture of the culprits:


DAMN YOU, BUNIONS!!!!!!!!

4th Grade

We had a long discussion about the electoral college.
We talked about the election.
I asked:
"If something happened to the President and
the Vice President, who would become President?"

Answers:
-the treasurer
-the campaign manager
-the guy who didn't win
-the President's wife
-the secretary
-the loudest guy who works for him
-it's handed down to one of his children

I love my job.

MORE of the same.

So we went to the Oral Surgeon AGAIN yesterday.
Poor Dylan.
He re-injured his jaw.
What are the chances?
His soccer season is now over.
He's out of PE for 4 weeks.
Soft diet for 2 more weeks.
We go back to the doctor in 2 weeks.

No Way! Not Again!

So we went back to the oral surgeon on Friday.
Dylan got a clean bill of health.
He was thrilled, mainly because he was starving.
The "soft food" diet had run it's course.
He was so tired of it, he just stopped eating.
As we passed a McDonald's on the way home,
Dylan's head practically exploded so we made
a quick stop and 2 hamburgers later, he felt better.

Now cut to yesterday - Tuesday.
Clean bill of health, right?
Right.
Cleared for sports, right?
Right.
Soccer game, right?
WRONG!
HE GOT HIT IN THE JAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE COULDN'T CLOSE HIS MOUTH AGAIN!!!
HE WAS CRYING BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT
TO EAT ANYMORE SOFT STUFF!!!
I was crying because I couldn't believe it.
As of this morning, he could close but he's in pain.
I'm calling the doctor.

-and no, that's not why I was annoyed.

Ugh!

I am so annoyed!

Jaws: Round 2

We go back to the oral surgeon today
to see if Dylan's jaw is back in place.
My poor little guy.
He is so sick of eating soft food.
"I just want a hamburger."
He's been living on a diet of:
-mac and cheese
-eggs
-milk shakes
-pancakes
-yogury
-pasta
He's so sick of eating this stuff that he'd just rather
not eat.
I hope the doctor gives us good news.