Here let me get that for you

Today I was run over by a woman pushing a shopping cart in Wal mart. Nothing as tramatic as Em's broken leg story. But I tell you what, that is going to be one big ol' bruise on my hip. Then as if that were not enough I cut my hand on a shelf while trying to get to some soup. Oy the things I go through for that preschool.

I love that you get me

I fall down.
A Lot.
I fall down, I get hurt, it usually ends in tears.
I'm clumsey.
I try to stay up. Balanced. Normal.
I fall down harder.
It's not good.

I am however a little proud of it. Only in the fact that I haven't died yet. No Major injuries needing surgery or large scale correctoins. Stuff like that.

And now I have a comrad. A fellow accident prone pal that is not ashamed of her falling...ness.

Bless you my friend. Bless you.

Ais (ace)

A couple days ago Ais (that's what I call her) was playing on the playground. She and another girl were yelling at a bird.
"Come on Bird. Come on Bird. What you got. Come on Bird."
Really yelling at this Bird to
"Bring it. Bird."

just then the bird swooped down past them and they screamed and ducked and

did it over and over and over. they AND the bird.
I was thoroghly amused.

Jordin my tiger

today i was playing with one of my tiger boys. we were havng a tickle war. it was all kinds of fun. he was wiinning.....I was winning......then he was winning.
I was winning...then my little guy says "Teacher Lisa stop. I'm gunna tell your husband."
so I said "when you find him tell him to call me."

not really. Just like Angelica...I had no response to that.

J.O.

Today I saw JO. He's 8. He was walking down the street. By himself. alone. eight.
NOT GOOD.
I was driving the big A.T. van. I dropped off the kids and my partner teacher at A.T.
Then I ran down the street to meet up with little JO.
The Gist of it:
Me: Hey Little JO. What are you doing? Where are you going? Where are your Four older syblings or mom or grandma or whoever was supposed to pick you up?
JO: Well I can't find them so I'm walking home.
Me: Where do you live?
JO: BFE that way.
Me: well how about we go to A.T. and call grandma to come get you?
JO: okay
15 min later
Angery man who was supposed to be picking up the boy arrives at AT dirty looks at boy and ready to do some hollerin'
grandma arrives 26 sec. after angery man.
then they all go out the door
grandma: Thank you Lisa
Me: No problem G'ma just glad he's safe.
Grandma: me too.
Angery man: (scowle)

I don't have point or a moral but wow what a day huh?

Eat the burned Part...

...it's good for your teeth.

that is what my ma used to say to me when I was young.

I grew up. I stopped eating the burned part.

I went to the dentist yesterday.

Mom was right. DONT ask me how. but I need 4 fillings a root canal and an entire tooth REMOVED. And then some odds and ends.



I'm.....................gunna go burn a pizza.