Copy Cat

so I was clicking through different blogs the other day, and I came across Bekki's post that stated she and a friend were going to see Brian Regan. Caleb, Andy, and I went to one of his shows a couple of years ago, and it was soo much fun. The comedy was very clean and hilarious. So, when I found out he is going to be in Riverside next weekend I quickly made arrangements to go. I just booked our tickets and now I am going to hurry up and wait for Oct 11th.
If anyone else wants to go there is still seating available in the middle section. If you have never heard of Brian Regan you owe it to yourself to at least look him up on the web.
BOXEN!

What I really want to do is act.

It is a lazy man that can't find his wife a second job.
Today I found out that I am staying at my current school until the end of the school year. That means I have a steady job until June 11th. Hooray!
With that being said, I must confess something. I have never been a great housekeeper. When I lived with my parents my section of the room was always the messiest one ( I shared a room with my two sisters). Being married to Caleb has not changed much. Now that I have a job that requires me to chase, carry, and restrain children (thus using up what little energy I have for the day) I have an even better excuse as to why my house is not spotless. I am babbling about this because I am sitting here looking at a mountain of laundry that needs to be done. I really really really really hate doing laundry. I guess because it is such a process. Sort,wash, dry, hang, fold, put away, repeat. I like things like mowing the lawn. You just get out there with a mower and mow. That's it. Done. But Caleb is not a lazy man and since being a wife is my first job and dodging flying phlegm is my second job I must put my weariness aside and clean.

Seperation Anxiety

I am still sick with this retarded cold. Today is the second day of work I have had to miss. I tried to go to work this morning. I got dressed and walked out the door only to find out that the sun can really hurt your eyes if you have been sitting in the dark for 24+ hours. My head than started really hurting and I had to stop and ask myself, " can I really deal with spider man and count chocula feeling like this?" The answer was NO. So here I sit all dressed up and nowhere to go. The sad part is, I miss the kids. They have a lot of rough spots, but the times when they are sweet or funny really stick. (Mainly because we are so grateful for a break in their bad behavior) So yeah, I wish I felt better because I actually want to be at work and Monday may be my last day. I am a sub and if the county does not renew my job status than I will have to start working somewhere else. On the plus side, if I start feeling better by Sat. I get to play paintball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whoot! whoot!

Cry Baby, Cry Baby

There have been some great stories about crazy school children this week. Unfortunately they will have to wait. I am sick. I have a cold or something, I don't know. What I do know is I feel like I have been run over by several buses. My nose is like a leaky faucet and now it is kinda raw because I have been wiping it all day. Thankfully my teacher let me go home early . I didn't even ask, she said there are enough germs around the classroom and she didn't want anymore. Whatever, I was just glad to leave. Obviously the children are the source of my sickness. I aide in two classrooms and my morning class has had about four kidos out with a cold this last week. Thanks to all the slobber slaps and booger hands, I contracted the same cold they have. I am not sure if I will call off tomorrow. I really don't want to, but Caleb is threatening me. It is hard to call off work when you know that you are sitting around losing money.
Because this is too good to pass up, let me tell you about yesterday. Yesterday my afternoon class had a MAJOR melt down. We were in class having circle time, when one little boy decided to go crazy and run around the room knocking things over. Being the pro active person that I am I went to the child and tried to calm him down. He freaked, ran over to a display board that was attached to the wall and began trying to pull it down. I grabbed him, picked him up and began to move him away from the board. All the while he is screaming and swinging his arms and legs everywhere. This starts a riot. Literally. As I am pulling one kid away from the board three other kids run up and pull on the board too. One kid succeeds in pulling it down. Meanwhile the other nine kids have taken to running around the class and screaming. A little boy whom we will call Nick thinks he is spider man. really he does. So he goes into spidey mode because the rest of the class if out of control. He starts pretending to shoot webbing at the teacher, who is trying to restrain him. Then out of no where there is a sudden stop to the madness and everyone is quite, except the teacher. apparently spider man punch the teacher right in the nose. Full on from what I was told. Needless to say we stopped trying circle time and just sent all of the kids to lunch.

Egginess

So lately Caleb and I have been smelling a strange and ever increasing odor in our kitchen. I thought at first it was the trash, but Caleb has been taking it out regularly. Than I thought it was something from the fridge, but it's empty so it couldn't be that. Than I checked under the sink and once again found nothing. This strange smell has been around for about a week, and yesterday morning as I was leaving for work it was really bad. Bad enough to stop me in my tracks. I was then determined to find the source of this weird smell. I sniffed at the sink, the trash and the cupboards, nothing. I sniffed near the stove- something? there was an empty pot on the stove that I knew was clean, but I checked it out anyway. Nothing. The smell was definitely coming from the stove area. I opened the oven on a whim and WHAM I found the source. (Brace yourselves) There sitting on the oven rack was an aluminum casserole dish. Inside of the disposable dish was a week and a half old BREAKFAST casserole that we had served at the ladies brunch I hosted on Sept. 6th. Is that sick or what. I promise we looked everywhere. I never thought to look in the oven because it is summer and I have not been baking. I was soooooooooooo grossed out when I opened the oven I was literally gagging (too much info I know). Not wanting to leave the growing object in my oven ( according to Darwin if I leave it in there any longer it may turn in to a saber tooth tiger, and I sure don't want that) I held my breath and used a large trash bag to get it out of the oven and into the trash.

Can you believe that it had been in the oven since the 6th of Sept. That is just sick! Egg, bacon, bell pepper, potato. Just sitting in the oven growing spores. *waves of nausea*

You Are Strawberry Cake

Fresh, sassy, and romantic. Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!

What Kind of Cake Are You?

Walk it off buddy. We need to go to Mervyn's Clearance Sale

Today Caleb did the impossible, he went to the dentist. It was supposed to be a routine check up, but it ended in oral surgery. Caleb has never had his wisdom teeth pulled. Today when the dentist realized that Caleb's wisdom teeth were causing his bottom front teeth to crowd, he strongly suggested they be removed. Not being a dentist loving person (like me!) Caleb decided to have all four teeth pulled at the same time. So here he is after I finally got him home. Enjoy.

skunk, it's what's for dinner

One of the greatest secrets of life is having both patience & wisdom...

The pic makes a great statement, but I don't think the person who started this is telling the whole story. Yeah the dog has patience and wisdom not to pounce the skunk, but I don't think the skunk even knows the dog is there. Which means, when the skunk did realize that a great big hound dog has been sitting in wait, the skunk probably freaked and sprayed the dog anyway. Thus leaving the dog with no food and smelly.

My moral of the story: when dealing with a skunk, strike before he eats all your food, because really, he is going to spray you anyway. At least you will still have dinner.

Be There or Be Bored On New Year's Eve

Date: Dec 31- Jan 2
Hosted By: First Pentecostal Church of Bakersfield CA- Rev. Frost
Speakers: Evening- Rev. Marty Ballestero (7pm) Morning- Rev. B.J. Willmoth (11am!)
Hotels: Clarion (Ask for FPC rates), Holiday Inn Select, Hampton Inn & Suites

After Service Events: Wednesday: The FPC will open their youth room and provide games n' fun (indoor/ outdoor volleyball)
Thursday: The FPC will open their youth room and provide games n' fun (indoor/outdoor basketball)
Friday: 38 EVENT ($7 for food and fellowship with 38 reasons to come)

For more info visit : http://www.gbfpc.org/

Retail Therapy

Today was a wonderful day. I went to work, met Caleb at the optometrist (he found some new glasses like is first pair, which he really liked), then we went to Wally World and I found a bunch of stuff on clearance.
Also, because my first class (room 5) has a permanent aide, I have been splitting my time between rooms 5 and 6 (room 6 is primarily ADHD kids, they are really lots of fun). It is a good thing too, because I was still a little cranky when I got to work this morning. By mid afternoon I heard that the boy I used to assist had bitten his new assistant. He bit her good too. She showed me the mark over an hour after it happened and I could still see every little tooth in her arm. She was pretty upset about it, but hey that's just part of the job.
In other news, there is not other news, other than the fact that I think Caleb has the flu. He has been feeling pretty lousy all day and looks pretty bad too. I mean, as bad has he can look, you know being SO handsome in all, I guess he just looks average, which is bad for him, because usually he looks muy whapo.

Do Not Disturb

I am cranky.

Getting closer

Today at work I found out that the position I am subbing for has been filled by a permanent employee. Being just a sub, I asked the teacher if that meant I should stop working in her class. Thankfully the teacher likes having the extra staff so she asked me to continue to work until the district office calls and officially kicks me out. With that said, the two aides that normally work with Count Chocula (see That's not Chocolate post) are already making plans to rotate me into their routine. This would mean that once, maybe twice, a week I would be completely responsible for keeping the Count clean and accident free. We have been making progress with him so I am not too too worried. Today for instance, he did his business where he was supposed to, and he kept it there. So all is not lost.

Spell check Appreciation hour

Eye halve a spelling checker
It came when aye married
It plainly marcs four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.

Let's give a hand clap to all the spelling checkers !