Today during our math lesson, the students had an activity where they got to measure items in the classroom with gummy worms. Each child set out with their gummy worm in hand and headed to a workspace with their selected partner.
One of the questions asked how tall the students were in gummy worms and they were supposed to measure each other. As I was observing the students working in pairs, I wound up stopping by one particular pair of boys. They are both great kids, but one of them needs a little more guidance with these projects at times as he seems to have his head in the clouds.......... When I saw the one boy struggling to measure himself with his little gummy worm, I figured it was time to step in with a little extra guidance. So, I told them to take turns measuring each other. They tried it once but really didn't get an accurate count so I told the one boy to turn his back towards us and we'd use that flat surface to measure his height. Well, I began to assist the one child (our daydreamer) in measuring his partner and we started from his head and worked our way down. I figured that would be the easiest way. It was all going smoothly and we had an accurate count............UNTIL we came to the child's rear end. Of course, the child had his back to us so he had no idea what was going on or what it looked like---but I sure did! I could NOT control my giggle and I broke out into a huge grin. Daydreamer saw me laughing and he started to laugh as well, but he had no idea what the real reason was behind my laugh. He just thought the whole gummy worm project was funny. As I knelt on the floor, I couldn't help but giggle at the predicament before me. One had his back to us and our lil Daydreamer, who was holding the gummy worm, had it pinched between his fingers right next to the boys rear end. It looked as though Daydreamer was pinching the other little boy on the bum. And with little Daydreamer laughing away it was almost too much for me to handle. He had no idea why it was so funny!
I decided then and there that it was time to turn the boy, being measured, sideways. NO MORE measuring the backside. Every time I thought about that little episode I would break out into another fit of giggles. It truly was too funny. If only you could have seen it. (Especially if you knew these kids, they're a goofy group!)
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
If Only He Knew
This morning on my way to work I was driving along when I saw a runner up ahead about a block or so. I could tell he was wearing gray sweat shorts and a gray shirt, but from my vantage point in my car coming from behind, it looked as though he was wearing a black pair of women's panties over his gray shorts. I kid you not. I didn't know what to think! I think my first thought was---who IS this guy?! I had to do a triple take.
As the distance between him and I diminished, I realized the "black panties" was actually just the outline of his black fanny pack bee-boppin against his backside. Unfortunately for him, his fanny pack is in the exact shape of a pair of women's panties.
If only he knew.
As the distance between him and I diminished, I realized the "black panties" was actually just the outline of his black fanny pack bee-boppin against his backside. Unfortunately for him, his fanny pack is in the exact shape of a pair of women's panties.
If only he knew.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Pole
It's not what you think.
Out on our playground we have a nice fireman's pole that is attached to the jungle gym. I don't know what came over me but I thought it would be fun to slide down the pole. Maybe I was yearning for a free-spirited day from my childhood. I don't know.
What I do know is that I climbed to the top of the playground equipment, latched onto the pole, and began my decent. YEE-OWW! All I felt was a burning in my palms and a fire in my ankle. Apparently I was a little rusty on my playground sliding techniques. I stopped sliding at mid-pole. Stuck in midair, I clung there trying to decide whether I should reposition my legs or just continue the slide and burn the remaining skin off of my palms.
While I was trying to figure out what to do next, a group of my girls began to tell me, "Just jump!" I did. I let go and dropped the remaining 2 feet to the ground. Part of me wants to tackle the pole again, just to see if I can do it correctly without getting burned. However, my common sense says unless I'm wearing full length pants and mittens-----don't bother.
I practically burned a hole in my ankle from wearing capris on the first go round. For true! I've got a nice burn mark where the skin was rolled away. The young group of girls nearby gave me some much needed sympathy though.
Hahaha!
Out on our playground we have a nice fireman's pole that is attached to the jungle gym. I don't know what came over me but I thought it would be fun to slide down the pole. Maybe I was yearning for a free-spirited day from my childhood. I don't know.
What I do know is that I climbed to the top of the playground equipment, latched onto the pole, and began my decent. YEE-OWW! All I felt was a burning in my palms and a fire in my ankle. Apparently I was a little rusty on my playground sliding techniques. I stopped sliding at mid-pole. Stuck in midair, I clung there trying to decide whether I should reposition my legs or just continue the slide and burn the remaining skin off of my palms.
While I was trying to figure out what to do next, a group of my girls began to tell me, "Just jump!" I did. I let go and dropped the remaining 2 feet to the ground. Part of me wants to tackle the pole again, just to see if I can do it correctly without getting burned. However, my common sense says unless I'm wearing full length pants and mittens-----don't bother.
I practically burned a hole in my ankle from wearing capris on the first go round. For true! I've got a nice burn mark where the skin was rolled away. The young group of girls nearby gave me some much needed sympathy though.
Hahaha!
Friday, October 17, 2008
What if......
As I was listening to the health lesson being presented in class today, I started to feel a little.............funny. Maybe it had to do with all the talk about muscles ripping, blood, bones, and breaks.
But as I was sitting there leaning on the back table, I thought to myself, "Hmmm........what if I passed out and fell off the table...........I wonder what the kids would do." HAHAHA! Now THAT would be a story for the dinner table.
But as I was sitting there leaning on the back table, I thought to myself, "Hmmm........what if I passed out and fell off the table...........I wonder what the kids would do." HAHAHA! Now THAT would be a story for the dinner table.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Home Remedy
As I was pulling dinner out of the oven this evening, I did something I've never done in my life. I burned my hand on the wire rack! Normally I am very careful but with the way the dish was situated in the oven, among the potatoes baking on the rack, my hand just didn't have enough room and sizzle-sizzle-sizzle went the skin. I've touched hot pans before, but as I've never suffered from an oven hot burn, I didn't think much of it. The skin hurt but I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until a few minutes later when it started to turn pink. So much for thinking I was untouchable.
My mom told me that ice helps so I made a makeshift ice pack with a Ziploc bag and some ice-cubes. Sweet relief! It definitely took the zing away from the burn but every time I removed the ice pack, to unfreeze my hand, the pain would start to come back.
Well, later that evening my brother and I were hanging out in my room watching a movie when he noticed I was still being bothered by the burning pain. He told me, "I'll go get you some aloe vera!" and out the door he went. At that point I was thinking he was headed for the store and I thought to myself, "Wow, how nice!" As I was getting ready to head out myself, I reached for the front door handle just as he came inside. I froze at what I saw. There in his hand was his 8 inch knife along with a foreign green object. All I could focus on was his 8 inch knife and was wondering what in the world he had been doing and why he was holding it out to me. My mind was a blank slate. I'm sure I wore a confused look on my face. Finally, it dawned on me what that mystery piece of green in his hand was. He didn't go to the store, oh no, he had gone over to our neighbors house and cut a stretch of cactus off of their aloe vera plant. Did he even ask?! I think a look of shock and amazement crossed over my face. All I could think of was---what if they find out, but rather than rake him about taking without asking, I took hold of the aloe vera from his outstretched hand and walked into the kitchen. (It's the thought that counts, right?!) Sweet lil' brother, hahaha.
I examined the piece of aloe vera trying to figure out how to get the "gel" out, and figured the sticky liquid oozing out of the slice would be enough. It looked like a yellowy, alien goo that you see on TV. I dabbed a bit onto the burn area and within seconds, the burning sensation was gone! I could have kissed my brother for his quick thinking.
I have to say I was impressed with my brother, despite the fact that he tromped over to our neighbors house and sliced a piece of cactus off their plant like he was the next Bear Grylls.
Compliments to our next door neighbors. Couldn't have done it without them.........
My mom told me that ice helps so I made a makeshift ice pack with a Ziploc bag and some ice-cubes. Sweet relief! It definitely took the zing away from the burn but every time I removed the ice pack, to unfreeze my hand, the pain would start to come back.
Well, later that evening my brother and I were hanging out in my room watching a movie when he noticed I was still being bothered by the burning pain. He told me, "I'll go get you some aloe vera!" and out the door he went. At that point I was thinking he was headed for the store and I thought to myself, "Wow, how nice!" As I was getting ready to head out myself, I reached for the front door handle just as he came inside. I froze at what I saw. There in his hand was his 8 inch knife along with a foreign green object. All I could focus on was his 8 inch knife and was wondering what in the world he had been doing and why he was holding it out to me. My mind was a blank slate. I'm sure I wore a confused look on my face. Finally, it dawned on me what that mystery piece of green in his hand was. He didn't go to the store, oh no, he had gone over to our neighbors house and cut a stretch of cactus off of their aloe vera plant. Did he even ask?! I think a look of shock and amazement crossed over my face. All I could think of was---what if they find out, but rather than rake him about taking without asking, I took hold of the aloe vera from his outstretched hand and walked into the kitchen. (It's the thought that counts, right?!) Sweet lil' brother, hahaha.
I examined the piece of aloe vera trying to figure out how to get the "gel" out, and figured the sticky liquid oozing out of the slice would be enough. It looked like a yellowy, alien goo that you see on TV. I dabbed a bit onto the burn area and within seconds, the burning sensation was gone! I could have kissed my brother for his quick thinking.
I have to say I was impressed with my brother, despite the fact that he tromped over to our neighbors house and sliced a piece of cactus off their plant like he was the next Bear Grylls.
Compliments to our next door neighbors. Couldn't have done it without them.........
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Real P.I.
I took a Sunday nap today (which by the way-was very pleasant) and I must have fallen asleep on the throw pillows across my bed. After I had finally opened my eyes from my slumber, I rolled over and was quietly "waking up" when my brother came plodding down the hallway. I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was him.
As I was facing the window, I quickly closed my eyes in hopes that would fool him. It didn't. He ignored the fact that my eyes were closed and ran his finger across the bottom of my bare foot (no doubt to get a rise out of me). I lifted my head and told him something along the lines of how "that" was not needed and then he asked, "Wow, you were sleeping on your right side, weren't you?" I must have had a few creases on my face from the throw pillows. I responded in a monotone voice, "Wow, we have a real private investigator on the scene. Impressive." And then I laid my head back on the bed.
Apparently my response reached his funny bone because he went laughing down the hallway. Whatever it takes, hahaha!
As I was facing the window, I quickly closed my eyes in hopes that would fool him. It didn't. He ignored the fact that my eyes were closed and ran his finger across the bottom of my bare foot (no doubt to get a rise out of me). I lifted my head and told him something along the lines of how "that" was not needed and then he asked, "Wow, you were sleeping on your right side, weren't you?" I must have had a few creases on my face from the throw pillows. I responded in a monotone voice, "Wow, we have a real private investigator on the scene. Impressive." And then I laid my head back on the bed.
Apparently my response reached his funny bone because he went laughing down the hallway. Whatever it takes, hahaha!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Pulling A Molly
For all of you (old school) Saturday Night Live fans out there, I think you'll get a kick out of this one. Remember the episodes where Molly Shannon would dress up like a Catholic school girl and play little Mary Katherine and be as nutty as ever? Well, I had a little girl pull a "Molly" today.
One of the girls in my class came in today wearing a pleated skirt, which was cute but probably a little too short for her. (Mommy should have sent her with shorts on underneath.) Anywho, at one point today we were about to play a math game and this lil girl had gotten up from her chair and was standing near the back table where the demonstration was going to take place. Little did she know that her skirt (made of thick material) had scrunched up behind her and was most likely showing her lil panties, but from my angle I couldn't see. However, that didn't stop one little boy from noticing as he walked behind her.
He immediately cast his eyes downward and attempted to hide his shy smile. As he walked over to his desk, I saw him whisper to his neighbor (another boy) and gestured toward the girl. His face broke into a shy smile as well and I figured I better do something fast before anything escalated. I quickly crossed the classroom to diffuse the giggles and shy smiles with a shake of the hand, a tilt of my head, and a little wink that said "shush". By the time I turned around to do damage control, the skirt was in place, exactly where it was meant to be. Wow.
No more than a few seconds after, I had stopped up at the front desk when I heard a quiet "toot" escape into the air from nearby. As I lifted my gaze I noticed a few students were looking around in puzzlement (no doubt trying to figure out who it was) with silly little grins on their faces. One little guy that had been scooted out from his desk with his head resting on his folded arms turned around to face me, with an embarrassed lil grin on his face. I gave him a look that reassured him his secret was safe with me and threw in a wink for good measure.
With both episodes playing out a mere seconds from each other I wanted to burst into laughter, but I kept myself under control. Kids............hahaha.
One of the girls in my class came in today wearing a pleated skirt, which was cute but probably a little too short for her. (Mommy should have sent her with shorts on underneath.) Anywho, at one point today we were about to play a math game and this lil girl had gotten up from her chair and was standing near the back table where the demonstration was going to take place. Little did she know that her skirt (made of thick material) had scrunched up behind her and was most likely showing her lil panties, but from my angle I couldn't see. However, that didn't stop one little boy from noticing as he walked behind her.
He immediately cast his eyes downward and attempted to hide his shy smile. As he walked over to his desk, I saw him whisper to his neighbor (another boy) and gestured toward the girl. His face broke into a shy smile as well and I figured I better do something fast before anything escalated. I quickly crossed the classroom to diffuse the giggles and shy smiles with a shake of the hand, a tilt of my head, and a little wink that said "shush". By the time I turned around to do damage control, the skirt was in place, exactly where it was meant to be. Wow.
No more than a few seconds after, I had stopped up at the front desk when I heard a quiet "toot" escape into the air from nearby. As I lifted my gaze I noticed a few students were looking around in puzzlement (no doubt trying to figure out who it was) with silly little grins on their faces. One little guy that had been scooted out from his desk with his head resting on his folded arms turned around to face me, with an embarrassed lil grin on his face. I gave him a look that reassured him his secret was safe with me and threw in a wink for good measure.
With both episodes playing out a mere seconds from each other I wanted to burst into laughter, but I kept myself under control. Kids............hahaha.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Best Birthday Ever
Today was a special day across the United States. Schools all across the U.S. were reading the book titled "Corduroy" to their students. Someone out there thought it would be brilliant to see if we could set a new record for having the largest amount of people reading the same book in one day. (It's to promote reading, all for a good cause!)
Anywho, it just so happens that one of our boys was celebrating his 10th birthday today. During the morning announcements, the principal informed students and teachers that the NBC morning show was going to have a clip of Mrs. Bush (yes, the President's wife) reading "Corduroy" to a group of children and we were more than welcome to tune into it before we read it ourselves. After the morning announcements we switched the channel over to NBC and I wish you could have seen the Birthday Boy's face! (Let me just say that he is an all around awesome kid.) He was so stoked that Mrs. Bush, the President's wife, was going to be reading the story AT the White House, ON his birthday. As I was walking around the classroom I heard him tell his friend, "This is the best birthday EVER!" He was just so ecstatic that this "record" was going to be set on HIS birthday. It really was too funny! Who knew that something so simple could cause so much excitement.
Kids are so cool!
Anywho, it just so happens that one of our boys was celebrating his 10th birthday today. During the morning announcements, the principal informed students and teachers that the NBC morning show was going to have a clip of Mrs. Bush (yes, the President's wife) reading "Corduroy" to a group of children and we were more than welcome to tune into it before we read it ourselves. After the morning announcements we switched the channel over to NBC and I wish you could have seen the Birthday Boy's face! (Let me just say that he is an all around awesome kid.) He was so stoked that Mrs. Bush, the President's wife, was going to be reading the story AT the White House, ON his birthday. As I was walking around the classroom I heard him tell his friend, "This is the best birthday EVER!" He was just so ecstatic that this "record" was going to be set on HIS birthday. It really was too funny! Who knew that something so simple could cause so much excitement.
Kids are so cool!
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