Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
* We are standing up for the Pledge and a little boy announces "Mrs. Pearson, my butt really itches!"
* A few minutes after this another boy comes out of the bathroom and yells, " I have to go to the nurse! I peed my pants. Look Mrs. Pearson, it's right there. Look what I did."
* The mosquito (see 1st blog) comes up to me and says,
Mosquito: "Mrs. Pearson, something bit me."
Me: "What bit you?"
Me: "Obama? Did you say Obama? Who's Obama?"
Mosquito: "I don't know, but he bit me? Can I have a band-aid?"
Never a dull moment I tell you! What will tomorrow bring I wonder?
On a separate note. Let me update you on our furry baby. In January, the night before Brian & I were to drive to ABQ from Tucson, we discovered that Lucy had this "thing" on one of her toes. It looked like a strawberry and she would not stop chewing on it. To make a long story short, we took her to the vet and they admitted her for the day and extracted whatever it was that was in there. Go forward to February and she has that same thing on the same paw. Take her to the vet again and again they do "surgery". The vet said if it happened again they may have to amputate!!! Now, fast forward to this weekend and lo and behold, what do we catch Lucy doing? Gnawing at her paw like it was going out of style. Well, Brian not wanting to take her to the vet and face ANOTHER vet bill and me not wanting to have a 3 pawed dog we take matters into our own hands. Brian shaves down the fur and inspects the paw for anything offensive. We can't see anything, so figure she is just being obsessive and put on her E-collar. Here is poor little Lucy with her new accessory. I may have it bedazzled....
Ok, so I just can't get enough of this little boy. Who could ever resist this face?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I have this one little boy who we call "The Mosquito". He is tiny & buzzes around the school, literally, he looks like a 3 year old. This kid is a handful to say it nicely. He escapes from the classroom and runs up and down the hall screaming, "You can't catch me!" He pulls down his pants in front of everyone. Ok, you get the picture. On Friday another boy was being getting on my last nerve and I look him straight in the eye and say, "Johnny, look at my face. How do I look ?" The mosquito says, "Ooohh. That is her mean face! Johnny she means business." What do you do or say after that? I still put "Johnny" in time out and smiled at Mosquito and told him that I did indeed mean business so he better make good choices.