Question for Everyone

This has possibly been one of the most common things to debate about here in central Illinois. Are they Special K bars? Or are they Scotcharoos? If you ask me, it's definitely Special K. But I'm beginning to think that the only people who call them Special K are those of us from Roanoke. Bekah is making some right now which is what triggered my deep question of the day.

Just a Reminder

NOTE TO SELF: When doing laundry, it is necessary to put detergent in the washing machine before it goes through a complete cycle. Otherwise your clothes will not be clean, just wet.

Attitude

So last night we had our annual supper for Sunday School teachers. For the primary grades in Roanoke (which would be me) we have a four year term. This will be my last year. Three years ago I thought I'd never see this day but all of a sudden it's here. Anyways, Mark Strietmatter was there to have the little encouraging talk that we always get. He mentioned how his 4 year old daughter pretty much thinks her Sunday School teachers walk on water and talked about how much impact we really have whether we know it or not. So why do I always struggle with a bad attitude? Why do I feel picked on because I'm the one having to teach Sunday School and not some other girl? These kids are excited to be there and I'm not. That's unfair to them. They want to learn, I should want to teach. I feel more excited about it all this year than I have in the past. Hopefully I can stay like that throughout the whole year. Because I know that I'm going to look back and miss it a lot more than I ever thought I would.

A Cup of Sugar

Sometimes I get a little discouraged because things aren't like they used to be when neighbors were really neighborly instead of just there. And people could borrow a cup of sugar without having to sign a contract first. But I have really nice neighbors. I just got back from borrowing muffin tins. I was expecting to get one or maybe two. I got 3 big ones and 3 little ones to choose from. What nice people. We have also borrowed eggs, a crockpot and a saw to name a few. They are always happy to help us out. It's nice to be reassured that the world isn't all bad.

You Know......

YOU KNOW YOU WORK AT A DAYCARE WHEN......

-you can show up to work in your seatpants and slippers and nobody thinks anything of it
-you are really good at tuning out noise
-when someone else things a child says "aslgeiwos;h" you know good and well that the child was saying "he took my toy"
-it is very normal to have a conversation about poop at work
-you know every brand of diaper there could be and you even have a favorite
-you spend time googling for Sesame Street clip art
-you buy a brand new set of crayons and markers for yourself at least twice a year
-sure you can quote movies, that is, if they involve a big purple dianosaur or a blue spotted dog
-almost every shirt you own has dried crusty snot on the shoulders
-you tell people you have to "go potty"
-you find it perfectly normal to get puked on
-you see a child face plant into the carpet and you walk away while you tell them to get up, you're fine

Be a Hero

So I just gave blood about an hour and 1/2 ago. So now I'm feeling all heroic and stuff. I was doing fine but all of a sudden I'm feeling a little woozy. I really need to go do stuff for this weekend cause I'm leaving for the Leo sale right after work tomorrow and won't be coming back to Morton. But I'll probably just end up taking a " little nap" which will turn into like, 2 hours, then I'll be wired, then I won't be able to sleep tonight, then I'll be mad that I took such a long nap then I'll finally fall asleep a few hours before the alarm goes off, then I'll be dragging all day at work tomorrow because I couldn't sleep at night, then I'll be crabby the whole way out to Leo....... maybe I should just forgo the nap thing.
Oh by the way- because I was a walk-in at the Bloodmobile, I got a certificate for a free 5 oz. cone at DQ and one of those rubber braclet things. It says GIVEBLOOD. It's the first one I've ever owned and it's a freebie.

I've been without a computer for a couple days now and it has kind of been a rude awakening as to how much my life revolves around the internet. Kinda sad, really. Oh well. So last night I was really wanting to go play volleyball. I haven't been there in over a month and me and Erin were going to go play. But I found out that I had this birthday party to go to for my grandma so of course I went there. I thought, "No big deal, we can just go over to Jeff's a little bit late." But my grandparents had this video of their Alaska trip that they went on for their 50th anniversary. (How sweet) They bought it on their cruise ship and really wanted us all to see it. We asked grandpa how long it was and he thought it was about 20 or 30 minutes. Well it ended up being about an hour and 15 minutes. People were dropping like flies- all sacked out on the floor. I mean, it was interesting for awhile but for an hour and 15 minutes???????? I can hardly sit through a movie I really like that long let alone a documentary thingy.
I went to Roanoke for church tonight instead of Washington because I had a Sunday School meeting. It's starting up again next week. Craziness. But now somebody's bugging me for the computer so I better stop gabbing.