octember

I think I need to get out of teaching. I think somehow I have dailed my little ones. Every day we sing the "Months of the year" song. My kids know it by heart and sing it all the time. Yesterday was shyanne's birthday. I asked her when her big brothers birthday was and she said "I don't know. Maybe Octember."
Come on Shy Shy at the very least it's Octover. You always say that!

It got me thinking maybe we can make up some new months to make more time for our selves.
January
Octember
Farch( this month will be made up entierly of Friday's and Saturdays.)
Aplriluy...

I like it.

Feid Trip

This is how the conversation went with my little kids as we walked past the statue shop that is just up the street from the preschool.

Shyanne: Teacher Lisa thats Jesus! That's Jesus!

Nettie:No, Teacher Lisa that's God. It's God. That's God!

Moshood: Ahhhhh! A Ghost!

one of those days

sorry gang I forgot to take my Bitch-be-gone pills this morning.

bless the child

Today I was hanging out in the 2 year old class. Chillin' with the babes. And sweet little Maridaliea looks at my arm and says
"Teacher Brown."
That's right the little angel noticed my tan.
Bless her.
Bless her.

He's not so bad

So I know I give him a hard time but I do have to give props to my bro. for turning his life around. He is doing counseling. Calling his sponcer when he's tempted. And hey he's even talking to his favorite little sister again. It's kind of cool.

Side note. You've all heard of the "F- Bomb." I experianced the "Fully automatic F- Machine gun." It was great. I tried to keep to count but I couldn't keep up.

Picture it

He's 27
He's bald
He's got more tattoo's then body parts
He's got an on and off jail record that goes all the way back to the age of 13
He's got a mouth that can weave profanities so fast he puts Eminem to shame
He's tat's range from personal pride to white power.
He's been shot
He's been stabbed (twice)
He's funnier then Adrew Dice Clay

He is my brother. He is MY brother? He IS my Brother.

Questions

Where did my money go?
How come I keep gaining weight?
Do I realy look as young as they say I do?
When is my husband going to call?
Where did all of my socks go?
Is there a reason Moshood can't understand me? What are his underlieing needs?
What ever happened to Calen?
Is Damien okay?
Man those kindergardeners did such a great job on thier little program.
Is there life out there?
Am I ever going to get it together enough to go to school?
Am I going to get some more knowledge into my head before this life is over?
Will American Idol make it another season?
Does anyone eles find Simon wildly atractive?
Do knew shoes have to smell like that?
Will they ever grow up? Or at least get it?
What's with me having finatial trouble? That's not like me.
What's with me not being like me as of late?
Why would I look at life with a bleak overview?
Do people really live like that?
Is it possible to have your cake and eat it to?
Why am I NOT Auditioning?
When you love someone, should you ever let them go?
How do they maintain that color?
Where have all the flowers gone?
When they say they love me but never make any attempted of keeping in contact with me, Do they really mean it or is it just me wanting to be loved, so I hold on tight and remind them why they love me? But is it even worth my time trying to keep up with all of these people who don't actually seem to care all that much? What am I missing? I keep having this experiance over and over. Friends who don't call or care all that much. Yet somehow I am willing to invest much time and energy to them? Who lives like that? That's not joy. What's the lesson? It can't be to stop making friends? It can't be to stop caring about people? Is it to teach me to let them go? 'Cause I'm not passing the test here.
Wow That was a big one. Maybe I need a shrink!
Good times.

A Family Dedicated to Service

I was blessed to serve a mission.
My Mom Serves in the church.
My Brother Sean serves beers.
My Brother Kevin Serves time.

What was that?

Each day there is something new from my little ones or my brother. Today I tell you about the innocents of children.
We learned about planets and stars and all of those fun things in pre-school this week. I named off the planets of our Solar System and then had the following conversation:

Me: Can any one tell me one tell me one of the planets?
Shyanne: oh oh uuu oh. (Hand raised. Impressive because not many of them get why we do that yet.)
Me: Shyanne can you tell me one?
Shyanne: V... p...sssss....Penas!!!
Me: (Shocked) Good. Shy shy Good! VVVV Venas. (eybrows raised in reassurance that I'm right It's V VEnas)
Story #2
A First grader reporting to the class about lizards. He read in the book and saw pictures and gave this report.

"Lizards are so cool. They can shed their skin and the can climb in trees AND !! And they can, I saw this picture they can link up. (Hand motion one hand over the other. Palm to back of hand.) they can link up and go around and fight. :
I my head I'm screaming : "Link up! OH m word man they're not transformers!"
On the out side: Thank you Kolton. Good job buddy. (To older more informed boy.) James put your hand down.

Mondays...

I think I may be an anomaly.
When it comes to that first big day of the week that most people dread. You see I'm a morning person. I'm even a Monday morning person. I can handle having to get up one morning. The day that ticks me off is Tuesday. Because I just did this yesterday. Why do I have to do it again?
Tuesdays make me angery! Like a Rainy Monday. By the time Wednesday rolls around the anger has subsided and I can carry on for the next couple of days. Thursday breezes by with the exception of the 3 day feel of 30 min. in staff meeting. Friday look out. I'm ready to play and I'm excited becuase, unlike the rest of you, I have until tuesday to sart my dreary week.
So join me my friends in the Tuesday mind frame. Trust me lifes btter here.

So join the thousands of Happy Peppy People and buy a great big bottle of VitameataTuesdaygin tomorrow. (wink)

The moning off...

I made a post this morning about parents that I work for. As I sent it to post the server failed and the post was lost. But to recap in friendlier words:
Parents of the world please respect your children. They are people trying to become adults. They need love and understaning. They need encouragement in thier personalities. And most of all they need you to be thier parents.

Today I am taking the morning off. I like it.
I woke up at 8:35 And I'm still not dressed. I'm going to do laundry and organize my living room. Today is a day to celabrate. I'm going to miss a staf meeting, but I'm okay with that too becauce all they will do is patronize me anyway. I like Saturday on thursday. I'm going to start a new trend.

Oh Chil', Yes!

Just to remind you all that I'm funny and I know funny things I would like to tell you the story of Girl.
It was an evening in a Denn's type setting and the thirst had gotten to my friends very core. She hollared for the waitress who's name tag read:"Girl".
Friend: Excuse me, Girl (half questoning the name)
G: Excuse me! It's GER- EL!
By then we couldn't even ask for the much needed water.
And then
we died.
THE END

Friday

My word man I love this day. It's my favorite!

Has this ever happened to you?

You are going happily about your dailey life and something increadabley simple happens. However this very simple thing is something that knocks you for a loop. It's something that you've always expected would happen at some point. It's meaningless. It has no real value, but when it happens you'll be ready for it, Right? You've always been ready for this day. This moment to arrive. It's not going to destroy your happy world no matter how much it wants to. You are in control. This moment will pass as easily as the one just before it.

WRONG!

I always figured that the moment would arrive, I would panic, and then be left to either look crazy or explain myself. That day has come and gone. And for those that were witnessto it I do appologize.
I've explained myself, my life, and my crazy family for many years. Sometimes it gets to be all too much. I haven't ever really minded before now. But I've experianced some growth in the past little while. I've come to the realization that not as many people's families are much like mine. (not as many as I thought) Not that I'm embarassed of them, far from it. I think, however, I do feel sorry for them. I wish I could teach them more about what life is about. About how fear is the only thing we need conquire. How mastering our own self is the key to joy and happiness.

Without disclosing what happened it just needs to be said, I'm not crazy. I'm quite normal. And, save a few things, well adjusted. I hope for the best. In all things. For all people. Even my crazy family. And yes, even myself.

Teacher Lisa's Playground Man

Yet another fun filled day with the little ones. This morning I was talking with Madeline. We call her Maddie. And upon viewing my necklace she was inspired with the following conversation:
M: Is that your wedding necklace Teacher Lisa?
Me: No, Sweetie. I'm not married.
M: Why Not? (soft not yet forceful. Her mom just recently got married.)
Me: Because I'm not. (softly)
M: Why? (more forceful.)
Me: Because I don't have anyone to marry. (spoken as a child entertainer)
M: (Thinking. Long pause.) You need maybe a boyfriend then? (hope and helpfulness detected in voice.)
Me: Yea. (sarcasm)
M: I find you a boyfriend.
Me: You will? (shock)
M: Yea when we go outside time.
Me: Thanks Maddie.
M: Yea.

more then life sized

Have you ever seen a child when they meet someone famous. Like Mickey Mouse. Or Santa. Or any of theose beloved charactors in over sized suits. It's like heaven and fear somehow combined and if they don't scream or run away they will explode or the face will somehow be removed from thier body.
Today Smokey the Bear came to visit my little loves, and you know what floored me? Not the kids that were excited. Not the ones that were terrified. But the one that had just come back from Disneyland two weeks ago and every day she shows me a new picture of her smiling and waving standing next to some more then life sized being. But some how in the comfort of her own school in her home town the pressure was too much and unfortunatley....she exploded. I think it may take a couple of days to get the bits and pieces back together.

HOT

Today as I traveled down breeze way of the school. Past the playground where the Zebra class was playing. I heard the voice of my now favorite child say in her four year old voice
"Teacher you look Hot!"
As she continued to play on her swing I thought to myself.......

Bless you my child. Bless you.

Oh the skies

Kids....Are funny people. On Thursday moning I was having a conversation with a lttle boy by the name of Derek. The conversation went as follows:
D: You got 6 brotheres?
Me: No
D: You got 6 brothers?
Me: No
D: You got 6 brothers
Me: No Derek I have 2 brothers.
D: (with a look of couriousness) Wha's they names?
Me: One is Kevin and one is Sean?
D: ( now even more courious) Wha's yo Dads name?
Me: His name was Chuck
D: Hmmm ( scratching his chin) Wha's you mom's name?
Me: Her name is Judy.
D: (nodding his 3 year old head) Judy? Yea. like that guy.
Me: Yea She's....she's a good guy.
And then he left to steel a barbie from a friend.

Dude Stabbed me in the neck

I am excited to be joining all of my friends here in the land of Blog.
Today, to start with I would like to remind you of a fun story about my dear relative whom I call brother.
Once upon a time in the land of Troutdale Bother Kevin was Stabbed in a bar fight. He died twice in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. (Let's just say he leads a life of riotous living.) After sugery some staples and many doses of morphine he was just fine. His best Friend arrived at the hospital shortly after I did. His red hair blazed into the room and in a rare form of languge I like to call "dude" James said:
J: Kevin? What happen man?
K: Dude stabbed me in the neck.( dopped up dude)
J: Why'd he do tha? (cring dude)
K: Guess I was talkin' out my neck so he shu in fer me.
J: Well he didn't have to stab you in the neck.

I then excused myself. Because I could see that outward laughter would not be seen as acceptable at that moment.

UPDATE
This week I talked to my mother and the moron has been shot! Oh no worries he's fine but I sometimes wonder what it is the drives him to live his life in a maner that is so unsaticfying.
K:Dude shot me in the leg
Me: Why'd he do tha?
K: Guess I was runnin' too fast so he had to take me down.
Me: Well He didn't have to shoot you int he leg. He could have just stabbed you in the leg.