Squeamish...

For a while when I was little, I wanted to be a nurse.  My mom was a nurse and she LOVED her profession.  I think all little girls want to be like their mothers at one point and I was no exception.

And then...

I saw...

blood.

And somehow "nurse" changed to "teacher".

I can't STAND the sight of blood.  It makes me queasy and squeamish.  I don't like to see cuts and boo-boos, I don't like to watch blood being drawn.  I don't like watching medical dramas and on any "crime" shows, whenever someone is about to be killed, I turn the channel momentarily so I don't have to see it.  I don't EVER do horror movies or slasher flicks.

Imagine my horror, then, when today at recess, a student noticed an "animal" by my feet.  At first I thought she was just exaggerating the size of a bug and since most bugs don't scare me, I ask her what kind of bug it was.  She told me, emphatically, that it WASN'T a bug.  It looked like a, a, a hamster.

I looked down.

I almost puked.

It was some type of rodent-like critter.  It wasn't a mouse because I know what mice look like.  I had them in my house, remember?  It was a little fat, no longer than the length of my hand (a little smaller, probably), and appeared to be (have been) a baby as it's eyes were still closed.  The worst part?  It had apparently suffered some sort of injury as HALF OF ITS FREAKING INSIDES WERE HANGING OUT!!!!!

Sweet mother!

I shooed the girls away and, after getting a long stick, decided to try to gently move it into the grass as it was laying in the dirt.  I was pretty sure it was dead because, you know, HALF OF ITS FREAKING INSIDES WERE HANGING OUT!!!!.  Much to my dismay, when I nudged it with the stick, IT MOVED!!!!!  The little thing was still alive.  I felt so, so bad for it.  I just wanted it to die so that it wasn't suffering anymore. (There was no way the thing could be saved.)  It kept twitching and squirming in pain and there was nothing I could do.  I kept checking on it (mostly to make sure it didn't flop out onto the grass again) and by the time we went inside I was pretty sure that it had passed.  At least, I hope so.

A nurse I am not.

Ugh.

Overthehump Day...

Wednesday is only Hump Day in the morning, right?  By now, we are over the hump.  At least, that's what I am going with.

Here's what's going on:

• My sock class finished last night.  I have one completed sock.  I immediately cast on for the second so as to avoid the dreaded "second sock syndrome."
• My lawn was UNBELIEVABLY high.  I finally mowed it this evening.  AFTER I had to make a surprise run to the gas station because I didn't have enough.  ARGH!!!!
• I love my class and am seriously considering failing all of them just so I can keep them again next year.  Think the parents would mind??  ;)
• There are only 22 more days of school left.  School days, not calendar days.
• miss raven is doing well.  Enjoying her treats and trying to fell helicopters.  Hasn't worked yet but the girlie still tries.  Gotta give her credit for that.
• Big scale fail on Saturday.  After a month of the scale not moving, two weeks ago I lost a pound!  Yea!!!  Then I promptly ruined that success last week by not caring what I shoved in my mouth and last Saturday gained three pounds.  UGH!  It's not looking good for this week, either.  Sigh.  I wish I didn't like food so much.

That's all for now.  Time for coffee.

Night!

:)

Feelings...

So I haven't really been feeling the blog thing lately.  Not sure why, though.

Stuff has been going on, good and "eh", that I could have blogged about but I just couldn't make myself do it.  I felt guilty about it and all but...

So anyway...here I am.

Again.

The sock class is going well.  I only have one class left and my sock actually looks like a sock.  Score!  It *is* a little tedious though, so I am making a shawl as well.  When I have had enough of the sock I put it down and do a few rows on the shawl.  It helps keep me sane and also keeps me from throwing the sock across the room.

The weather has, I think, finally turned the corner from cold to warm.  This pleases me a great deal for I loathe, yea even despise, the cold.  The patio furniture is out, the tank-top is on, and we have made the switch from shoes to SANDALS!!!!!

I'm not feeling so good about the state of my country.  The tragedy at Sandy Hook affected me, not because I knew anyone there, but because I am a teacher.  I have students that I adore.  I can't imagine losing any one of them.  Now with this awful situation in Boston...I don't understand how a human being can be so full of hate and rage.  There are things I don't like and people I don't agree with but I can't imagine having so much hatred in my heart as to inflict physical harm on someone.  I am so sad about what is happening.

I am also not feeling so good about the end of the year.  It was bad last year and that was with knowing that there was a chance I would have the same kids again.  I KNOW that I am not moving up with them next year and it is about killing me.  I have taught many classes in the last  many year and this class is, by far, the best class I have ever had and also my favorite.  I am going to miss them horribly.

I know this isn't long but I am going to go now.  I will be back again soon so please do go anywhere.

:)

Counting Down...

The end of my Spring Break is drawing near and, I have to say, it is a little sad.

:(

It isn't that I didn't have a good time, because I did.  Well, ER visit aside.

I went to the symphony and that was wonderful.

I went to the ballet and that was sublime.

I went to see a movie and that was nice.

I went to the National Gallery of Art and that was lovely.

I just feel that it went so quickly.

Sigh.

I am looking forward to seeing my kiddos; I really am.

This "Spring Break", though...it whets one's appetite for SUMMER VACATION.

Summer Vacation.

Coming soon to a teacher near you.

Seven weeks.

Let the countdown begin.

;)