Monday, May 14, 2012
Update from my last blog...
I had the choice of going to my daughter's scholarship reception OR study group for a supplemental certification for work. I chose to attend the scholarship reception. SO glad I did!
At first, I thought, "Hey! This is my job. My daughter will understand." Then, I knew since this is my oldest child and she looked (her expression) as if she wanted me there, I couldn't let her down - family first!
So, why have I been scratching like the Dickens? Heck! I dunno. Something bit me...? Allergy to something...?
When my boss called me over to inform me about what to discuss with the 7th grade team (I'm the team leader), her eyes popped out of her head as she asked, " What the heck is that!"
I nonchalantly said, "I dunno. I think it's a ringworm or something." This was my bulging, red forearm.
Long story short.
She insisted I let the school nurse look at it and seek immediate attention. NOTE: INSISTED!
While at the doctor's office, I couldn't scratch my stomach, so I patted it hard.
Yes, this was a funny site. The nurse even laughed. Boy was I ready to scratch a crater in that bad boy! That would have certainly been a method of trimming my abs! *insert laughter*
I must say the most painful part of the process was getting on the scale with my clothes on.
(I usually weigh in the buff.) With one eye opened, I noticed gain. AH *^$%#!
Did I mention, I stopped thinking about the itching at this point?
Well, I forgive myself for the times I didn't measure, workout, ST, or drank insufficient water.
I have decided to MOVE ON, take my Allegra, rub my $15 cream on my wounds, and let the wind whip through my hair as I drive away planning to pound the pavement as soon as I get off work.
That's my cue...Gotta go!
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Here's the slight dilemmna...
My oldest daughter must go to a scholarship banquet at her (soon-to-be) school which is a 2-hour drive away. She leaves with her friends who she's staying overnight with.
This isn't the dilemmna.
I have to go to a study session locally for a certification test I'm taking in 15 days. The session is the LAST session before testing and covers the last domain being testing along with testing strategies and practice test.
My hubby is accompanying our youngest to his first track meet of the season. He's already missed 2 meets, although he's been practicing.
I'm leaning more towards my testing study session.
Am I being selfish or wise?
Thursday, April 19, 2012
As many of you are aware of, teaching at the middle school level can be quite perplexing.
I must say that on my campus, I could write a book or- if it were legal- create a reality show about the DAILY adventures that take place.
Here's what happened yesterday...
Several colleagues and I were in the hallway after an informative team meeting. While having our discussion at dismissal, a student dropped a Bath & Body Works spray bottle. The contents spilled (which appeared to be water) so as the child's parents noticed the "harmless" accident, the child's father walked through the spill (as though it didn't exist). The child's mother proceeded to try to wipe it up, but my colleagues who noticed grabbed paper towels to assist using their feet atop the towels to wipe it up.
Suddenly, a familiar smell violates the premise of the paper towels and the contents of the liquid causing the brown color to lighten.
This "water" turns out to be bleach.
So of course the child has left out of the building with her parents before the colleagues (administrator included) could notice the switch.
Evidence had been collected, pictures taken, and the cameras in our building shows the footage (includes the "deer-in-headlights" look) of the child's reaction as soon as the contents from the bottle wasted.
Long story short...
The child had poured bleach in the spray bottle. She'd been known to spray random students earlier that day. She even sprayed some in a few students' faces.
So you ask, "Why?"
Respond with your thoughts...
BTW~ She's been placed at an alternative school.
Monday, April 09, 2012
The confetti trickles in tantalizing flakes of rainbow snow. Covering a vast layout of noisy partying teenagers and ear-shattering music (am I telling my age?), suddenly the record scratches.
Reality sets in...
I'm no longer in the late 80's listening to the Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, DePesh Mode, or Duran Duran on "Night Tracks", MTV, or at the high school dance.
I am about 50 pounds heavier.
Mother of 3.
Passed my 30s and still lookin' good for my age.
Don't get it twisted!
I may be thick in the waist, but I'm cute in the face!
My moments of reminiscing have afforded me the ability to serve as a big sister to many who are willing to listen to some well-thoughtout advice.
At 40, I have experienced
the death of a parent,
knocked on death's door twice
and survived being in a dysfunctional family...
I think that qualifies me to help others (especially when I speak from experience).
Being unbiased and non-judgemental affords me the right to help friends in need.
Do I give my opinion when not asked?
If you ask me, I will answer you openly and honestly.
This tends to pose a problem sometimes.
Even when I am honest (with caution), it may come across as being to forward.
When I hold back, it comes across as being passive.
Can't win for losing I suppose...
So, this is why it's easier dealing with my sparkfriends.
When the smoke clears...after the race is over, we have all weighed in on downfalls, but we pick each other up because we all have nothing to lose but weight while gaining confidence and better health.
(I wanted to add wealth, too --- Chris, where is the money icon?)
Enough of my mental ramblings...
When the smoke clears, and the dust settles, we all come out champions!
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