Whew! What a Day

It wasn't really a bad day, per se, but just a lot of little annoying things happened. And somehow I came through it still in a good mood. Lets see, for starters, just the fact that it was Monday was a little annoying. I hate Mondays. But who doesn't? Class time went pretty good. We're on the letter W this week and we made a "worm house". I bought some live earthworms from
Wal-Mart, cut the top off a 2-liter bottle, filled it with dirt and we put the worms in. Covered them up and put them in a dark place and on Friday we'll open it back up and see all the tunnels they've dug or chewed through or whatever it is that worms do. I'm a little worried that the dirt is too dry. I used some leftover potting soil I found in the supply closet that I think is a couple years old. So I hope it turns out. I did it last year with my kids and it was pretty cool. Anyways, back to my annoying day. One of my duties is to get all the groceries for the school and I always do that on Monday mornings. I had got a bag of chips that must have got caught on something else in my cart because my chips spilled all over while I was in the checkout line. So I ran back and got a new one. Of course, they were in almost the very back aisle of the store. Then, the checker guy I had was just not a good bag boy. He put my hamburger meat which was dripping juice everywhere in a bag with other food. And he put my bag of apples in the same bag as my grapes. With the apples on top so the grapes got all squished. But I made it back to work and all was well. The afternoon was pretty chaotic. The kids were a little psycho crazy. Then finally things settled down and I was down to one last kid. My little D. And it was 5:30 (closing time) and his dad still wasn't there. Sometimes I understand that parents run late. It just happens. But at 6:00 he was still there which is a little ridiculous. So I called his dad and asked if everything was okay and he was like "What?!? My neice hasn't came and got him yet?" Uh....... no. So he called someone else quick to come get D and finally at 6:10 he left. Normally if someone is 40 minutes late in picking up a kid I would be so cranky. But somehow I wasn't. So anyways, there you have it. My annoying day. Nothing too exciting but that's all I got today.

Two More Weeks!!!!!!!!!

Oh my word, two more weeks until Jamaica. Every year I get home from one trip and start counting down the days until the next trip. This will be trip number nine. I'm more excited this year than I have been in a few years for some reason. I think because for a long time I didn't know if I would be going or not. I thought I might be going to Haiti instead. And while I love Haiti and want to go back really bad, it would just be so so sad to miss my Kingston trip. So two months ago when I made the final decision, I got really really excited. And now it's about all I can think about.

Ahhhh..... warm temperatures with soft tropical breezes flowing through the beautiful palm trees......

A beautiful land, flowing with ting and Red Stripe.... except I only drink the ting. Not the Red Stripe.

And quality time with quality people. I just love it.




It will be really nice to get away and "regroup" spiritually too. My devotions lately have been a little unorganized, a little spastic, and quite honestly, a little lacking. All completely my own fault. I can tell, too. I've just been a little blah lately. And I know that has a lot to do with it. I am ashamed to admit it, but that's the truth.

Well I hate to end on that note but I really don't have much else to say. Sorry. I hope everyone has a great week!

Killin Time

I hate it when it's been awhile since I've posted but I don't feel like I have much to talk about. Kinda like now. But since it's been about five days I'll just go at it and see what happpens.
I killed Mr. Fishie today. We moved him and he just wasn't doing so hot. I think he was permanately in the curled over position. Because he would try and swim, but he would stay bent over. And we noticed he was losing scales, and he was just a sad sad sight. One of the kids grandma's thought for sure he had some kind of fungus and highly suggested we just get rid of him. She was probably right. I didn't want to flush him because he was pretty decent sized, and we have issues with our toilets and I didn't want to chance clogging and overflowing them. So I dipped him out of the tank and put him in a plastic Wal-Mart sack. Tied a knot in it and took him outside. Then came the cruel, morbid part where I banged him on the side of the dumpster a few times to make sure he was dead. Then threw him away with no hesitation. Terrible, huh? Now I'm in the middle of cleaning out the tank. It's pretty disgusting. I'm sure that was part of the problem.
Only a few more minutes till church. I'm having a really hard time getting motivated to go. But as usual, I'll be glad I'm there. While I procrastinate I'm eating homemade chex mix. Mmm..... it's so good. It's my pre supper. After church I'll come home and eat salad. But I really wanted chex mix.
Okay I'm going to go get ready now. Maybe my next post will be a little more exciting.

Poor Mr. Fishie

Actually I should say Mrs. Fishie. The kids named it Angel. Jaws, who must have been Mr. Fishie, died awhile back. But I'm not sure Mrs. Fishie is going to make it much longer herself. What do you think?

It just kinda lays around like that. It's been doing that for a couple weeks now and I'm not sure how it's still alive. We feed it and everything, and when we do, she'll get up and eat and swim around for awhile. But then go back to her flopped over position. The parents always ask what's up with the fish and I never have any answers for them. I don't know much about fish, we just took them when the neighbors donated them. But one of the moms said today it's probably too cold. It never did this before we rearranged and now the tank is up against an outside wall that's not insulated very well. And the heating light has been burnt out for a long time. But then I told that to another parent and they scoffed at the idea. But I think we'll have to move her back to her original spot and see if that makes a difference.

Poor little fishie.......

A New Look

It seems like everyone seems to have a cutsey little blog but me and so I finally decided to change things up a bit. I don't know if this is what I'll keep or if I'll change it every so often, but this is what it is for now. Kay?
Here's a little story for ya. Tuesday was not my favorite day. I was pretty sick with a cold and sinus junk. I could still function somewhat so I felt guilty taking off work so I just went. I wish I woulda stayed home. I haven't been sick in a long time though so maybe I just forgot what it was like. But anyways, in the afternoon, about 5:00, I just couldn't wait to go home. I was feeling terrible and the minutes were ticking by at an incredibly slow pace. Little D was standing next to me and I bent over for something right at the exact moment he decided to jump in the air. His head collided with my nose. And boy did it hurt. I'm usually pretty tough about physical pain. I don't like it, but if I get hurt I don't usually cry unless it's really bad. But I just couldn't help it. And once I let the first few tears come I cried and cried and cried. I couldn't stop. And while I was crying Landon informed me "Miss Sarah, grown ups don't whine." It really took everything I had to not go ballistic on the kids and start yelling very mean things at them. But eventually I got myself composed and the day finally ended. Of course, not before one of the parents walked in to see me crying.

Okay this is completely random. This little guy is Devin who I used to talk about all the time. He's in kindergarten now but I still miss him like crazy.

This picture was actually taken about a year and a half ago so it's a little outdated but I love this one of him. He has since then grown like a weed and gotten a haircut so he looks like a little boy now. But I love him to pieces. I always struggled with him because he could be so so disrespectful towards me. More than the other teachers. But at the same time I couldn't help it- I love the kid more than life. I had never had that kind of a connection with or love for any of the kids I've had in the years I've taught preschool. I haven't seen him since he went to big school and there's times I just ache for him. I have some connections who see him once in awhile and keep me updated on him. He's still a brat, he's a familiar face at the principal's office, the school has even had to call his daddy in a few times.... but I still love him like crazy. One of these days I'll get to see him again.

I just heard a car door slam. It's time for me to go have supper with some friends. Have a great night!