Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Simple Things...

The simple things make a weekend wonderful...and make the week ahead not look so bad.

...a dinner (or two) with friends
...a trip to Target (or two)
...a clean house
...clean sheets
...meeting new neighbors
...spending time with boyfriend
...snuggling with kitty
...not making breakfast until noon on Sunday

Happy Sunday, friends!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

10 years ago today...

I was in 8th grade at Carrington Middle School. The bell rang and we were switching classes...I remember hearing buzz in the hallway about something bad happening.

I remember walking into class and watching the TV, not really sure what was going on.
I remember the teachers making us turn the TV off.
I remember parents calling, and students leaving school early.
I remember lots of students and teachers crying.
I remember going home, and not being able to take my eyes off of the TV.
I remember going to church that night...and praying for all of the innocent victims.
I remember thinking...who would do something like this? And praying for them, too.

Where were you ten years ago, when the world stood still?

Now, ten years still hurts. Even though I wasn't personally involved, I couldn't watch the memorial on TV. I cried as soon as I turned it on and tried to watch it. I have a knot in the pit of my stomach and this feeling of panic. So many lives, so many innocent lives lost. So many families affected.

Say a prayer today.

Friday, September 2, 2011


This week has been a crazy one...and that's an understatement. Let's recap.

-gym class. One comes back with a bloody nose (non injury related), one comes back with a twisted ankle. The nose stops bleeding, the ankle heals by recess.

-reading time. One curls up in the corner and howls as she is crying; 10 minutes later another one almost throws a chair in a fit of rage, and then proceeds to throw a tantrum. I have to almost physically drag him down the hallway to another teacher's room. Both children recover and go home happy.

-bathroom break. Girls discover a sweater stuffed in a toilet. I tell them just to leave it; I will have someone take care of it. Student comes out of the bathroom crying. Said sweater is hers. It was put in the toilet sometime between 8am when she accidentally left it there and 10am when we arrived at the bathroom. Tears are shed, but student is fine by 11am. Note written to mom.
-recess. Student A is running up the stairs on the equipment, student B accidentally runs into her, knocking her over and DIRECTLY INTO the equipment, causing her to bleed profusely from the eye. She is scared out of her mind, and therefore screaming at the top of her lungs. The injury is compressed, all hands involved are thoroughly washed, student A sent to office, where she is sent to the hospital by ambulance to get stitches. Mom comes to retrieve glasses. Student C (who had nothing to do with the incident) emotionally distraught, but eventually recovers. No update yet, will call tomorrow.

Yes, in fact, I WILL be going to bed early tonight.

And I shall leave you with a few of my favorite quotes from this week...

"I tried to draw you but I didn't have a blonde crayon so I used peach instead!"

"I know why sharks are called sharks...because they have shark teeth!"

"Can I be your wingman? You know...walk around with you and read while you do stuff?"

...and that's why I love third grade.