Just icing on the cake....

I LOVE my job.  I LOVE that I get to work with cute children and I love that they get to play in my class and I LOVE that everyone can be successful here, but I do have a bone to pick.....

Twice a week, a special class of students comes to join the regular students and it is wonderful to see them.  Earlier on this year, I did get bit by a student by one of those students, which was fine.  About two weeks ago, another one of the students (whom I love dearly) threw a fit and decided to swing and kick at me, which was also fine. 

TODAY was a bit different.  In every teacher contract, there is a line under job description described "other duties assigned."   I take that to mean basically anything else and everything else.  Another one of the students in the class was sitting squatting in the nurse's office with the nurse's aid and the school secretary.  They were trying to get her to move and stepped in since she knew me and I thought that I could help.  I had to stop by the counselor's office and had the little girl sit while I spoke to her and she asked me if she had pooped on herself.  I said,  no I don't think so.  Then I asked the little girl to get up and sure enough leaking out of her diaper in between her shirt and pants was poop. I immediately grabbed her hand and took her to the nurse's office to where the nurse's aid told me that she knew but her diapers are in her classroom, which is almost the furthest room from the school.  Short story long, I had to get her to chase me around the building or else she was going to sit back down, while running backwards and checking to make sure she was following me.  About 30 minutes later, I get her safely back to her room and I still have the stench in my nose.  So i check my hand and there is the smell, very potent.  It's on my hands.  I throughly wash my hands and I still have the stench in my nose.  I start sniffing my sweatshirt and there is a bit of a potent spot there too. 

I know, yuck.  Second time pooped on, but bird's just aren't that cute.  :)     

Spring break!

Two days into my Spring Break and what do I have to show for it?  A nice tan, a strained knee, and a cleaner home. 

I have come out of retirement from football, but sadly the two years of no playing, and I feel old.  You may laugh, but I think I used to be able to play games back to back.  Now, it's about two series and I have to take myself out.  I won't run and be a decoy anymore and I barely play defense.  I would like to blame age, but honestly it may be the additional marriage fat. Sorry Stan, for better, for worse, for skinny for fatter.  :)

I did about 5 loads of laundry.  We have a stackable washer/dryer and what normally should take two loads, my tiny-azz washer can handle about 6 shirts and some socks!!  Then came the cleaning of the bathrooms.  Ick.  Boys are just so dirty.  :P  After a grueling day of chores, I was rewarded with food.  My grandpa (in law) birthday dinner Monday at China Garden and I must admit, I am growing to like this Chinese-American food.  Thanks new family for showing me the light!   Shout out to cousin Kelley!  We going to do lunch or something this week?

For some reason everytime it rains, our garage has an awful leak.  My dad suggested that I dig a ditch and allow the water near the garage to drain away from there.  So day 2 of spring break I spent digging that whole.  Unfortunately I was too cheap to buy a real shovel, so I bought on eat the dollar store. It's tiny and I'm sure to be kicking myself tomorrow when i'm sore b/c of the small shovel.  :(

Spring break is overrated.  Nice to be away from children, but no one to play with.  :( 

Oh yeah, and Veronica, you're mine this weekend. 

I'm back in the game!

 I have been waiting to find something worthy to write about after the year of crazy events, so here it is: I got pooped on.  Literally. 

As part of my duties as a gym teacher, I have to guard the teachers' parking lot from stupid parents that don't understand what "faculty and bus parking only."  This afternoon I was actually looking forward to going outside since it was beautiful, then I see a car parked illegally in the way of the buses.  I see a lady standing nearby and I walk over to ask her, "Excuse me, is this....." then I feel a wet sensation drip from my hair onto my face. "oh gross, i just got pooped on."  She says, "excuse me?"  I say, "sorry, your car is in the way and the buses are going to start coming through here and the birds here just pooped on me,"  in my most professional voice. Now normally someone would not immediately guess that it was poop.  But for me, bird poop and  I are nearly relatives.  (I've seen you maybe six times in my life) Two times on my head. Two on my arm and two on my clothes.  I am that person.  20 people in a group walking under a tree and I end up with the poop.  And people wonder why I don't like animals.  Sadly I don't have pictures, so this is what I leave you with, some of my favorite pictures since my last posting.

I got MARRIED! It could not have been a more perfect day.  Thanks bridal party for keeping me together.  I think I was ready to push over some cars that day.  Marriage has been awesome these past few months and 60 years to go!

And some honeymoon photos........

No more good Samaritan for me

I know it may seem weird for me to be nice to strangers, since I have difficulty being nice to people that I know. (but that's intentional)  I seem to unconsciously attract strangers everywhere, as well as sticky situations.  Anyways, I was at Old Navy in Sugarland looking in the men's section for stuff for Stan.  As I was scanning the rack, out pops from behind a short, skinny Asian man.  He says to me, "can you make vibration stop?" I notice he has a smell, somewhat similar to the drag rats in Austin, but decide to try and help him anyway.  I take the phone and he steps close to me to "seem" as if he is looking at the screen and I felt a light constant poking on my butt.  So I step to the side and look at him thinking, no way he is touching my butt.  So then I look back to the phone, he leans in again and I am for SURE that he is tapping my butt.  I stick my free hand in his face and say "back up!" quickly put the ringer on, gave it back to him and high tailed it out of that section.WTF? Whaaaa?????  Yuck! Gross, what the hell?  No more helping others anymore!  Unless they are bleeding or a child, it is going to be too freaking bad for you!  Sorry. 

It's like the time that we were on the subway in NYC and this guy totally had his phone up in our direction and started taking photographs of us with a creepy smile on his face.  Once again a little Asian man.  What is up with creepy Asian men?  Ick!

Well if it makes you feel better, creepy comes in all colors. 

A wedding, an engagement, a musical, the open and a star

  First off, congrats to Mr. and Mrs. Leo and Peggy Chen!  A beautiful wedding, nearly Texas style (New Yorkers teaching me how to line dance, pul-lease)  ;)  I'm not sure of rhe church name nor the name of the reception hall, but the finest moment besides the wedding vows was the groom rapping, or should I say Slim Leo.  In the middle of the reception we requested for the MCs to play the song and sure enough he rapped.  It was awesome!

The happy couple.

The happy couples.

Dancing fools

Peek a beer, I mean boo.  I didn't drink all of those, really.......

Gangstas, or us trying to stay warm at the US open, where we watched Maria Sharapova, James Blake and Carlos Moya.I would put a picture of the open, but we were really far up.

We're engaged!  Not to each other, silly.  My bud GY got engaged the same night.  Congrats to the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Hwang, oops I mean Hsu. (or is it Dr. and Dr., and do they announce it like that at the wedding?  that would be weird.  "And now I present to you, Dr. and Dr. Hsu"  Makes you think......) 

Last but not least, I met Kristi Yamaguchi!!!  We had a layover in Minneapolis and as I was buying coffee, there she was two people ahead of me.  I paused to think about bothering her, then I thought, what the hell, I won't ever see her again.  Unfortunately I didn't know that her husband was also a pretty decent hockey player and failed to take a picture of him too.  This is for cousin Karen.  :)  (Soon to be cousin, but cousin Karen is just more fun to say)

Congrats to both of my special girls.  I love you both!  And finally, no more weddings!!  Whoo hoo!  Oh wait, one more......