Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

May 31, 2006

Livid

The saga continues...

I guess collections agencies must deal with some interesting folks. However, when I have been trying for THREE weeks to get you your payment I expect to be treated with respect - or at least like a human being, not a dog.

Why on Earth should I be cautious when doling out hundreds of dollars to a voice on my phone demanding money? I mean, your number comes up "Blocked" on my caller ID, so you COULD be from the company or you could be Betty in her home working some scheme. I don't know.

Why on Earth should I be cautious in doling out hundreds of dollars to a company that "doesn't send bills"? It's not like I could send you a check (without my husband's name on it) and you might lose it. Ohhhhh no.

Furthermore, when I am TRYING to get enough information to feel comfortable mailing a payment to your office, since you don't send bills, try not to be such a bitch.

Telling me that I am actually not trying to pay you and that I am trying to "bail" only infuriates me. You don't know me.

Telling me that you don't have to answer or explain anything to me since my name isn't on the account doesn't make me want to work this out any faster. Listen, bitch, I will be the one paying you.

Not answering the phone after you hang up on me doesn't really give me confidence in your professionalism either.

Karma is a boomerang, lady. I hope it knocks you upside your head real soon.

May 30, 2006

Stupid, stupid, stupid

Next time I decide to wear a sleeveless dress in order to get a "base tan" while I mow the lawn - someone please slap me when I decide I don't need sunscreen.

6+ hours of mowing plus no sunscreen = burnt arms

I got on a roll and didn't stop. I know better.

Oh, but I did remember to put sunscreen on my face, ears, the back of my neck, and my forearms. So I look miiiiiiiiiiiighty strange. I've reinvented the farmer tan.

I'm such a moron.

May 29, 2006

Weekend Recap

Damn.

I think I have planted more stuff this weekend than I have ever planted before in my life. Why is the saying that you have a "green thumb" if you're a good gardener and a "black thumb" if you are not? My hands are most definitely black.

And. AND! There is dirt under my fingernails. Ew.

Oh well, things look pretty flowery - I think they look great. If anything dies or doesn't come up, I will be sad.

Here's a quick run down of what I did this weekend (planting wise):

  • Planted 6 planters at my mother's house. Four big round ones and two long narrow ones to "hide the recycling bins." (I don't ask.)
  • Planted geraniums in the planter on the back porch at my house. It is the only planter I saved from my randfather's funeral. I like to have something in it. As my mother in law says, it is just screaming for some geraniums.
  • Planted two big silver planters with gazanias on the back porch. The gazanias have become my favorite thing. They're just so neat!
  • Planted my very own butterfly bush! I'm so excited. I've always wanted one.
  • Planted the Evening Primroses that MIL sent with us. I hope they grow this year.
  • Planted three big round planters out front at my house. Some of that coleus (sp?) stuff, some spikes, and more gazanias.
  • Attempted to plant two dahlias in a leftover hanging basket from last year. We'll see how that turns out.
  • Planted one set of bulbs that we bought last year. I forget what they're called. But they're pretty! And daisy-like.
  • Planted the six lily bulbs I had laying around. I planted them in with the other lillies I have so I'll have a whole bed of lillies.
I am hoping not to work tomorrow. Why? Working on a day when it is forcasted to be 90ยบ and no air conditioning in the schools? Nooooooooooo thank you.

Now I am off to make Creamy Salsa dip - because Carrie says its good and she's never steered me wrong.

P.S. The kittens have ventured out of the barn. They're a riot. I'm a little sad that I don't know they're safe all the time, but they have to learn to be barn cats sometime, I guess.

May 28, 2006

Patience

...is a virtue I don't have.

Still nothing about the phone interview 2 weeks ago. I'm beginning to think I messed it up somehow.

Still nothing on HH's job at The College - which we're really hoping he gets. Reeeeeeeeaaaally.

HH's boss from last summer (the Athletic Director at The Club) is quitting. She said she would recommend HH for her position. It's really a double edged sword there. Some pros. Some cons. Let me just say, with HH's health history I am very concerned about him taking a possible job at The Club when his predecessor is quitting mainly due to stress and physical consequences of said stress.

Tomorrow we continue to shop for gifts for Mom's hall. She wants to give them each a little something when she retires.

That's my mom. She retires and gives others gifts. Gotta love her.

I planted flowers all day yesterday (well, I shopped for them too). They're awesome! Photos to come.

Enjoy the weekend!

May 26, 2006

Run Forest, Run!

Ohhhhh Field day #1 is over. Hooray! It should have been postponed*.

I can't complain though - I easily had the best job on the field. I was one of the people in charge of the scoring, which is much more complicated than it sounds when you have 5 copies of 5 events for 4 grade levels. That's a lot of paper to keep track of and then we start getting ribbons ready to give out back at the school award's assembly.

I will not complain about the two parent volunteers that "helped". They really did help. They wrote names while I organized everything and walked it to where it needed to be. Oh ,and I did math because apparently multiplication is challenging when you get older (I used a calculator, but it still counts - they wouldn't even attempt!).

I got to the field a little before the kids (since I drove over from the school). They arrived around 9:00 and went immediately to the field since the bleachers were still wet and dirty for the track meet the previous night and the huge thunderstorms all night last night. Around 9:30 the skies opened up. It positively poured. The kids were soaked. The teachers were huddling under umbrellas hoping the rain would cease. It stopped for about an hour and then poured for the rest of the time we were there (about another hour). It was icky.

The kids came back hyped up, wet, cold, and hungry. Talk about chaos. Luckily, I missed most of it since I was finishing up scoring information.

Highlights include:

  • 4th grade girl causing herself to hyperventilate after she didn't win her race. Dad came to check on her and when she was told she would have to go home with him if she wasn't feeling better she got it together in all of 5 minutes. She ran the 4th grade relay after this.
  • Severe diabetic first grader (who was terrified of Field Day due to medical reasons) wiping out in the first grade boys 50m race when he was winning. However, he did win a 6th place ribbon in the long jump and was so proud. It's the most I've heard from him all year.
  • Several students who struggle in school won ribbons. The looks on their faces when they won make all the rain worth it.
  • Ditzy 4th Grade Girl standing on the track waiting for the relay to start with the relay baton in her hand asking, "What do I do with this?" as she uses it as a telescope.
In the afternoon, I did a couple jobs and then passed out Field Day #2 papers, printed award certificates, took pictures of Mom's kids, and cleaned out another drawer in her filing cabinet. Basically, she is cleaning out her classroom by moving everything to my house. Oy! I can't be too choosey as I don't know what grade I will ultimately end up with - plus, I'm a pack rat.

Now, I must go run and put away two filing cabinet drawers worth of stuff and watch the United States vs. Venuzuela "friendlies" match with HH. It's in Cleveland tonight. Woohoo! Head Coach is there *on the sideline*. Next time, I am determined that HH will get to attend.

*Tuesday was our rain day and it looks like it will be sunny and hot. Perfect for Field Day. Oh well, the teachers are sure glad its over!

May 25, 2006

9

Only nine more days of school left - I might as well work them all!

I've worked four days in a row (four days in a row with no lunch break and barely a 5 minute pee break between classes, mind you).

Tomorrow is Field Day #1 (Track and Field Events).

Tonight? Tonight we have tornado watches and severe thunderstorm watches. Ah yes, field day should be great at the football stadium where we have been told we will be going unless it is "pouring rain".

C'mon mother nature, get that sunshine out! Those kids need out of the building almost as much as their teacher's do.

I wonder how many kids know that the teachers are actually counting down the days in the teacher's lounge...in half day increments incrimints incriments - you know what I mean!
Stay safe and dry.

May 24, 2006

Oh my

To quote a movie I once really enjoyed (and still enjoy catching on USA from time to time):

"The shit has hit-th the fan...th"*

Not only are they not replacing my mother's position there are all kinds of "changes" taking place. Teachers are being reloacted to different schools or having their position eliminated entirely. First grades will have 80 children next year divided between 3 teachers. The list continues.

Everyone is upset - and rightfully so!

Unfortunately that means should I not get a permanent position this year (and I don't think I will). My current district will be pushed to the end of my loyalty list. I plan to sign up with as many districts as possible that are in the area and hope to work every day next year. I will try to be available for my current district (well, the teachers that request me anyway), but beyond that - whoever calls first gets me (aren't they lucky ::snort::).

I guess I have to look out for number one. It goes against how I was raised, but I can be as cut throat and as selfish as the rest of them.


Someone please make me stick to this when August rolls around. Thanks!


I love the demonstration of our excellent grammar. "Don't fall out you'r chairs." Oy.


* Name that movie!

May 23, 2006

Yeeeeeees!

Finally a sport I feel I can succeed at!

Chair volleyball!

Pictures tomorrow when I can actually breathe!

What's with all the !!!s?

!!!!!

May 22, 2006

Salud

We're home! Hooray! Little update-type tidbits:

MIL shared her cold with me. I blame it on her coughing all over everything, but as the daughter in law, I have to be nice. Well, I'm making myself be nice. So I feel like crap. All pathetic and whatnot.


HH is being a sweetie and making me lay down (even though it's hard to breathe when I sit). The weekend was pretty uneventful and you know what - I will take it.


Still no bill from the creditors that called 2 weeks ago. They swore they mailed it out four days after they called us (FOUR DAYS!). I'm starting to get mighty pissed. Don't threaten me and then not do YOUR job.

I am working Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday so far this week. Hooray. The money will be nice come June. Wednesday afternoon I was bamboozled! I signed up to sub for Gym Teacher at Favorite School (a.k.a. Mom's school). When I arrived I saw that I had one class at Favorite School and then I had to go to Dreaded School for the rest of the day. Talk about a panic attack! It worked out all right though, but I still don't want to go back.

No word about a second interview after the phone interview I did last Monday. Drat. I hope they call tonight. I really want this job.


We (and by we, I mean he) are starting to get excited about the World Cup. FIL gave HH his National Geographic from this month that is all about soccer. Don't tell HH, but even I found it an interesting read. I must admit - this commercial has become one of my favorites.

And for Carrie - some of my favorites from the quilt show.
This quilt was called Secret Garden. There are tiny butterflies and fairies done in the stitching around the flowers. MIL and I didn't notice it the first time, but you can just barely see them in the larger pictures I have. It's amazing. This quilt was done by a woman who's made 87 quilts since 1985. She had a one woman quilt show.

Another of her quilts that I just thought was neat.
How could I resist a picture of the cat quilt?
The quilt dedicated to the Sago Mine Disaster. It was simple yet beautiful. One of my favorites.
Each of these "ladies" had a scrap of material in their hand a scrap of material with the name and date of a member of the West Virginia Women's Historical Society (or something like that). It was really neat.
I loved the colors and the design of this quilt. I believe it was my favorite.

May 20, 2006

Sigh

Family breakfast this morning.

Fifty people, some I know - many I don't. I don't mind. Heck, I'm used to not knowing anyone around here. I just smile and nod and pretend I can remember someone's name five minutes later. I have most of the aunts, uncles, and cousins down but new people take me longer.

HH comes from a large family. His mom has 5 brothers and a sister and all of them have kids of their own. Most have just two children but her sister has five and one of her brothers has four children. HH is the oldest of the cousins (well, one of the oldest - there are a couple of adopted cousins we don't see very often that are older).

But I've digressed.

Apparently, there has been some big family drama because one of HH's cousins is pregnant and due next month. She got married in December - you do the math. Her parents and her in-laws are very religious and I guess there is some tension there. I hope they can just get over it - I will spare you my rant about that though.

Pregnant Cousin is a few years younger than me so, of course, I'm a little jealous. Everyone is having babies or is pregnant! In Blogland, I can just tune it out. I enjoy looking at the baby pictures (everyone has such adorable kids) and hearing how the hormones are raging. It's not the same as experiencing it myself, but it's as good as it's gonna get for a while. I can always choose to not read if I'm having a bad day.

However, Pregnant Cousin's little sister (who is a year younger than Pregnant Cousin) announced today that she is pregnant. Now, I have to pretend (sometimes it's pretending) to be happy for both of them while the ugly green monster rears its ugly head.

Sigh. Just. Sigh.

May 19, 2006

Fun

Drizzly, rainy day + hot tub = Not fun

Drizzly, rainy day + umbrella hat + hot tub = Fun, fun, fun!
We may have looked incredibly silly, but we had a good time. (I did take HH's picture - I'm threatening to upload it to flickr, must keep him in line. Mwahahahahaha.)

May 16, 2006

Strawberries

Tomorrow afternoon we are leaving for West Virginia. We're going to be in town for a family breakfast as well as the annual festival. That means it is going to rain. And rain. And rain.

I'm hoping to be able to restrain myself from being a pig when it comes to fair food and strawberry shortcake, but I make no promises. Diet, what diet?

We will definitely go to the craft shows again. MIL and I are craft showing fools. We'll also go to see the quilts, because some of them are just amazing. However, you will not (and let me reitterate that, WILL NOT) find me here. I don't like all the people. I'll get fair food for lunch thank you very much.

Hopefully the rain will hold off long enough to have some good hot tub time. Aw, who am I kidding - hot tubbing in the rain might be interesting.


I also hope to see how the community is coping with the mine disaster that happened in January. I may make HH take me out to see the Miracle Road sign that marks Randy McCloy's road. I haven't decided how much I want to see/experience and how much I want to just forget.

The highlight of the weekend (I hope) will be meeting up with HH's best friend and meeting her new daughter. She's as cute as can be. Can't wait to see her.

Have a nice weekend everyone and try to stay dry. I may post from WV.

P.S. Chicks! At school! (Not in my classroom, but still pretty darn cute. I like the ducklings though - I hope they get some of those.)

May 15, 2006

!

This evening, HH got an email to set up a phone interview for a full-time coaching position. Albeit without benefits, but it's actually a liveable wage especially if I find a teacher job. Only problem? The job is in South Carolina.

However, an hour ago the phone rang. It was someone calling to interview me! Me! I don't think I totally blew the interview (I still don't think I interview well). She is going to pass my information along to the principal and if the principal is interested she will call me to set up an interview at the school.

Please, please, please send me good vibes, prayers, whatever you believe. A job would be ... well, I can't even think of the words to describe how wonderful a full-time job would be right now.

Thank you everyone!

Funky

I've been in a funk since Friday. I just can't seem to shake the awfulness that happened (even though it is minor in comparison to many things in life). It's been dealt with (to the best of my knowledge) and it's over. Yet, it still plagues me.

I've been cranky to HH, cranky to Little Brother, and downright bitchy on Mother's Day. I should be shot.

I'm hoping that working tomorrow will snap me out of my funk.

Happy Monday. Hooray.

May 12, 2006

Failure

Hang on...this one is a dilly, but I needed to get it out. Thanks to whoever keeps reading. Hehe

Today is the second day (in three years) that I have come home from school and burst into tears. Coincidentally, it happened after days at the same school. Allow me to explain today for you.


Yesterday, I arrived home from a preschool assignment - fully looking forward to watching Survivor and sleeping in on Friday since I wasn't working. HH met me at the door and said, "Hey, I saw you picked up a job for Friday! That's great!"

What? No. I didn't pick up a job for Friday. Hmm, maybe someone at Favorite School asked for me and secretary just put me in for the job (since I told her that was ok to do). No...it's for Dreaded School. The school that sparked Crying Incident #1 and where I get the feeling the principal doesn't care for me. The school I try to avoid.

I never agreed to a Friday job. So now I am mad
, no, I'm pissed. I decide to suck it up and focus on the fact that it is more money in my pocket.

I arrive at Dreaded School today chipper and still a little miffed on the inside, but I cover it well and am professional. I sign my paper in the office and while I'm signing the other teacher for my grade level (almost my teaching buddy) begins to ask a question about Absent Teacher. Secretary shushes her and gestures at me. Once I leave the room, they begin to talk.

Fine. Whatever.

I enter my room and find that Absent Teacher has been out for at least 4 days (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and now Friday). In those four days, the children have had 3 subs. The only reason one stayed two days is because she is a permanent sub and doesn't have a choice what she accepts and doesn't accept (now that I think of it - neither did I this time). I scan their notes and find words like "handful", "lost recess", etc. etc. and I know it is going to be one of those days.

Finally, the kids start arriving and I quickly see this is going to be a challenge. That's fine - I'm up for a challenge. What a class! They weren't malicious - they just would not shut up. They were rude, interrupted, out of their seats - you name it, they did it (short of being mean to me which I won't take). During their music time, Partner Teacher told me since the weather wasn't very good instead of me keeping the kids who do not get to participate in Friday Recognition and sending the rest to her, that I should just keep them all inside and make those students put their heads down.

Somehow, I made it to lunch with my sanity. During lunch there was a staff lunch in the library. I decided I would go if someone invited me - otherwise, I had papers to grade. Luckily, Partner Teacher invited me. So I went in, grabbed a plate and sat down. By myself. And no one spoke to me.

I left after 10 minutes to go grade papers. Why waste my time?

After lunch was just like before lunch - crazy! Finally we made it to the last 20 minutes of the day or Friday Recognition*. I let the five children who hadn't given me a bit of trouble to pick first. Then I allowed the children who really didn't deserve playtime go. There were only four students who missed out. All for things that had happened earlier in the week. Three of them took it well. One little boy (who had been so good for me all day) did not handle it well. He cried. He wailed. He screamed. I ignored him, so did the other kids. He threw his supply box** on the ground. He threw a book at another student. He threw scissors. I put him in the hall for the safety of the other kids.

We have five minutes left of FR when Music Teacher enters the room. She hands me a pointer which one of the girls had taken and was apparently misusing and proceeds to make the following statement to the class:

"Boys and girls, you are very lucky that I know Mrs. is an excellent substitute and that you are a chatty class and that Principal was busy. Another teacher just came down to the office and asked what in the world was going on in here. I said I would come up and check it out."

Thinly veiled threat or innocent comment - I don't know but I was immediately upset. Luckily, I held it together through dismissal and the drive home. However, I was just so mortified...angry...livid...sad - there is just not one word to sum it up. A colleague tattled on me. Good gravy. To add insult to injury, as I was getting the boy out of the hall, I saw that Partner Teacher had taken her kids outside. Thanks a lot.

I graded papers after school for 45 minutes before I decided I needed out of that school. Then I said goodbye to the secretary (because I can be professional even if she can't) and got the hell out of there.

HH could tell I was upset when I walked in the door and being the guy he is he immediately wanted to know what happened. I didn't want to relive it. The less I said the more worried he got until finally I told him, "Honey...I just need someone, anyone to be quiet right now." He shut right up and just hugged me. Cuz he's wonderful like that.

* Friday Recognition - Each student starts the week with 3 stars. Throughout the week they can lose stars for unsigned planners, forgetting homework, or behavior problems. On Friday they get 20 minutes of play time or a movie or some special activity if they haven't lost all 3 stars. Her star system was very confusing to mark so I wasn't 100% sure who should be missing out. Furthermore, I am punishing kids for things they did earlier in the week.

** Supply Box - This 3rd grade classroom does not have desks. Students sit at tables and put all their supplies (folders, pencils, crayons, and silent reading books) into a blue tub. Some students have just that tub neatly on their table. While other students have papers all over the floor, the table, and their cubby for science and social studies books. I hate that they don't have desks. It makes the classroom incredibly hard to maneuver when there are 25 wiggly bodies everywhere.

May 11, 2006

Why is it?

Why is it that if I ask for help, HH will help me out around the house, but if I don't ask nothing gets done?

Should I have to say:

Hey, dishes need done.
The trash needs taken out.
The laundry needs folded.
In your spare time, could you straighten up the house?

I mean, do men just *not* see this stuff needs to be done? If I ask, he does it without complaint or fuss and I'm grateful for that. But I tend not to ask for help (admitting I have a problem is the first step). I would think that when you notice your underoos are getting low that a load of laundry would become a priority - apparently not.

Men.

So confusing.

May 10, 2006

Oops!

Comment from the optometrist today:

"Since you have light blue eyes it's going to take a few minutes for these drops to take effect."




Um... I have green eyes almost hazel. And I need glasses?

Fury

While our credit is still trying to recover from HH's illness and my obliviousness to it, we've been working hard. Whenever we get a medical bill we can't pay, I pay as much as possible and wait for the next month to do the same. Hospital bills get paid the least amount of money because they will cover everything once our application for help goes through. Doctors and other techs get paid more - as much as we can do.

Each month its the same. Slowly, I whittle the bills down and eventually these people get their money.

As long as they send me a bill.

This morning HH and I received a lovely wake up call from a collection agency. We owe money to a doctor - a doctor HH saw while in the hospital during his second "episode". This was in September of 2004. 2004!

We received one bill. ONE! Five months after his stay. I still have the bill stub actually (I save everything). I did what I always did with these kinds of bills - paid as much as I could and waited for next month's bill. Which never came. I contacted the doctor's office and they sent another one and I paid a little more on it. However, things get hectic and life gets busy. I didn't remember to call each month and demand a bill (they don't allow you to just send them money - whose account would they attribute it to).

Several months later, I wondered about the bill - but I thought I had paid it all since we hadn't received another bill (and there was talk at the time of parental help).


Apparently not.

So now, we must pay X amount of dollars before the end of the month otherwise there will be something added to HH's credit report. Don't get me wrong, the agency is more than willing to work with us to pay this off, but still the end of the month or it affects our credit.

I'll be damned if I've worked my ass off for 3 years to get our credit rating on the road to recovery for us to get a set back now. It will not happen. That bill will be paid by May 31st.

Even if it means we have to sell HH on the street. (See, I can still attempt to be funny)

Long story short - I CAN'T PAY BILLS I DON'T RECEIVE!

May 08, 2006

Love

First, must get back on the diet. Haven't been thinking about it much lately and when I weighed myself today - I seriously contemplated stepping out into traffic. Okay, maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but it was depressing. Since any surgical help is out of the question indefinitely, I need to step up. Heck, I need to do this for myself. If you find some willpower - please send it to me.

On to better things.

I swore I wouldn't get attached - and I'm not.

Much.
But I ask you. How can you resist these little guys (and gals)?
Seriously looking for good homes for them. They're too sweet and adorable to be barn cats. They'd never make it.

May 06, 2006

Mail Call

I love getting mail. Today I received my free samples that I requested from Crayola -an erasable crayon,an erasable colored pencil, and a color wonder marker (I think). Free stuff!

Anyway... I also received a nomination.

Ooo, a nomination! For me!?

From the Cooking Club of America.

The what?

You heard/read me.

My nomination assures me that my friends will "
turn GREEN WITH ENVY When They See ALL YOU'RE GETTING FOR FREE as an OFFICIAL MEMBER of the Cooking Club of America."

Yeah. Right. And how much is this going to cost me?

"
Don't bother to send money. Your membership dues are so low that it's easier to bill you later."

Oh yes, I am sure it is.


"In a month, we give away about $32,000 worth of cooking goodies."


And again, I ask, how much does this cost me. Wait...only $1 a month. Hmmm, too good to be true means it probably is too good to be true.

"
It's not for beginners! Nor is it for the kind of cooks who are content with doing things the way "Grandma" taught them."

Then why am I getting this junk mail...er...nomination?

The up side of this obvious junk mail? Enclosed in the envelope was a magnetic picture frame, recipe cards, and a plastic spaghetti measurer/bowl scraper. I'm intrigued by the spaghetti measurer mainly because I had to read the whole freaking letter to find out what the hell it was.

May 05, 2006

Sick of it

According to my mother, the rumor is that after she retires this year, they aren't going to fill her position. (They have a meeting about it today.)

I knew this was going to happen. After the levy failure, they cut teaching positions. Now administrators see that they can "get by" with fewer teachers, so why replace the positions they RIFed? They have at least 3 RIFed elementary positions to fill before I can even hope to get an interview.

The thought of another year of subbing makes me ill (the indecisiveness, the lack of security, etc - I love the kids though). I'm afraid I've gotten to the "we don't want to lose you as a sub, so we're not going to hire you" point. Moving isn't an option unless you can guarentee an equitable move (and trust me, it isn't going to happen).

I don't want to live like this any more.

Where's the loyalty? WHERE, damnit!?

Why don't they want me? What have I done wrong?

May 04, 2006

Don't Judge

I would just like to make it known that when I received this game for Christmas, HH thought it was mighty funny. There could have even been some covert eye rolling while I was thanking my brother.

However, it is not me that has spent hours playing this game. It is not me that wants to beat, "just one more level". It is not me that proclaimed in his shocked voice that, "This game is a lot more fun than I thought it would be."

No, twern't me. (Yes, it's a word)

May 02, 2006

Pleading

After I finished telling the story of the Little Lost Kitten* to my mom's best friend today at school one of her kids (my mother's) gave me the following advice:

"Mrs. if your cousin forgets that the kittens are there and something happens to one, my uncle is a lawyer. You can talk to him and plead your case."

Thank you, Legal Beagle. What excellent advice.

* Yesterday, HH and I went to check on Mokey's kittens. When we opened the door to the hay barn all we could hear was, "MEW MEW MEW." It was so loud, I
initially thought it was a lamb crying. HH and I sprinted to the far end of the hay barn to find one of the gray kittens F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G out.

All of his brothers/sisters were gone as was Mokey. I immediately scooped him up so he would stop crying and before long, Mokey came prancing into the barn. I put the kitten down where s/he quickly found his mama and began telling her how upset he was that he had been left. Eventually he found his brothers/sisters beside one of the tractor tires (not real thrilled about that one) and all was well. But s/he was mighty pissed before then!

May 01, 2006

Big & Long

Overheard discussion at the kindergarten school today regarding me:

"No. She's not fat. I think she's just big....and long."

So cute and so sincere.