*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ SUMMER TIME OVER ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm really trying to stay positive as the countdown for school begins I'm still in summer vacation mode, so this isn't going to be fun. I looking for ideas (cheap and creative ideas) to set up my classroom.
Kitty Loves Tub
On another note, I want one of these. I almost lost my arm the last time I washed my kitties. Since I need it, they haven't had a bath recently.
Seagull Instant Karma
I laughed so hard at this, my Coke Cola went all over the keyboard!
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Kit Pics
PIDDLES' HEART SHAPED BIIRTHMARK or "Button"
WHAT A BAD KITTY DOES ON HER SPARE TIME
Feat. Fuzzbucket (cat), Chomper and Ren Dentz
And the Winner For Most Dramatic Scene...
Hubs and I are shootin the breeze and looking for a place to eat in Phoenix at 9pm. It's rarely ever a nice temperature anymore, but this night is nice. I put my window down as we continue chatting. All of a sudden, I hear a loud buzzing noise. I turn down the radio and ask hubs if he hears it. He says no and I, of course, think he's crazy. It continues until I can't take it anymore. I put the window up and listen carefully. Then it hits me...
There's a fricken bug IN MY EAR!!!! (crawling around, scratching the insides of my earian walls with its fuzzy legs) The lil B is swirling in there making a love nest. I immediately start screaming and tell him to pull over. The little bastard's wings are so noisy and bothersome I come up with the novel idea of suffocating him to death. We pull over to a CVS and I buy a bottle of skin toner (hey, it has alcohol in it and it's functional, right?) and Q-tips*. (*Q-tips are actually a brand name, I know, I know.) I put it in hoping to cease the fluttering and later play Taps, but the lil bugger lives on. Apparently, all I did was piss him off, royally!
I can't take it and I'm screaming bloody murder because there's a LIVE INSECT in my ear, so hubs gets the idea to go to Urgent Care. I go, reluctantly, and try to act sane in the waiting area. The peaceful receptionist says, "Is it dead?" I'm like, "Look lady, there's an insect probably digging his way into my brain and making a home as we speak. HELP!" She replies so nonchalantly, "Want a cottonball?"
I sit and waiting takes forever. Five minutes past and I'm far from pretending anymore. Every little wing flutter sounds so disgusting, I know my ear is full of baby eggs just waiting to hatch. I finally get called in for triage. Damn, no one cares to look. I am about to go and buy tweezers to get this B out myself.
I must've looked psychotic constantly getting up and dancing around, but imagine an insect in your body. YOU know it's there setting up camp while the RN tells you, "You know it won't crawl into your brain. It just tickles." Ugh!
I'm sitting there, getting no sympathy from hubs when I fake a faint. I was far too exhausted to cause more of a scene and cry, so I lay my heads on hubs' shoulders and close my eyes...trying to will the B out. Finally, I hear it hit the cottonball in my ear. I take it out and tell hubs to watch and see if it'll come out and what it looks like (his only task). Lo and behold the creature comes out; I actually feel it leaving my ear canal (no note, no goodbye text). I ask hubs if it is a beetle with pinchers and he says, "What? Oh, you meant watch now?" He smashes something on my ear. Beetle-ish. I go to the receptionist for a "thanks, no thanks", but she tells me to wait anyway.
I go in. Nada. The lil B split. I AM A SURVIVOR!!
There's a fricken bug IN MY EAR!!!! (crawling around, scratching the insides of my earian walls with its fuzzy legs) The lil B is swirling in there making a love nest. I immediately start screaming and tell him to pull over. The little bastard's wings are so noisy and bothersome I come up with the novel idea of suffocating him to death. We pull over to a CVS and I buy a bottle of skin toner (hey, it has alcohol in it and it's functional, right?) and Q-tips*. (*Q-tips are actually a brand name, I know, I know.) I put it in hoping to cease the fluttering and later play Taps, but the lil bugger lives on. Apparently, all I did was piss him off, royally!
I can't take it and I'm screaming bloody murder because there's a LIVE INSECT in my ear, so hubs gets the idea to go to Urgent Care. I go, reluctantly, and try to act sane in the waiting area. The peaceful receptionist says, "Is it dead?" I'm like, "Look lady, there's an insect probably digging his way into my brain and making a home as we speak. HELP!" She replies so nonchalantly, "Want a cottonball?"
I sit and waiting takes forever. Five minutes past and I'm far from pretending anymore. Every little wing flutter sounds so disgusting, I know my ear is full of baby eggs just waiting to hatch. I finally get called in for triage. Damn, no one cares to look. I am about to go and buy tweezers to get this B out myself.
I must've looked psychotic constantly getting up and dancing around, but imagine an insect in your body. YOU know it's there setting up camp while the RN tells you, "You know it won't crawl into your brain. It just tickles." Ugh!
I'm sitting there, getting no sympathy from hubs when I fake a faint. I was far too exhausted to cause more of a scene and cry, so I lay my heads on hubs' shoulders and close my eyes...trying to will the B out. Finally, I hear it hit the cottonball in my ear. I take it out and tell hubs to watch and see if it'll come out and what it looks like (his only task). Lo and behold the creature comes out; I actually feel it leaving my ear canal (no note, no goodbye text). I ask hubs if it is a beetle with pinchers and he says, "What? Oh, you meant watch now?" He smashes something on my ear. Beetle-ish. I go to the receptionist for a "thanks, no thanks", but she tells me to wait anyway.
I go in. Nada. The lil B split. I AM A SURVIVOR!!
Sunday, May 12, 2013
So Much to Tell...
You'll have to wait. I was hoping this weekend, but it looks like, once again, grading has taken oer my complete Sunday. :(
Monday, February 18, 2013
Valentine's Day
There are two days of the year teachers secretly abhor. Valentine's Day and the day before winter break. Why?
Any guesses?
Yes...candy, candy...and more candy. Not that we mind the daily allotted amount of sugar, but these days students tend to overdue it with chocolates, bears, balloons, etc. etc.
Ba humbug much?
I came to school with the premonition of late afternoon sugar crashes and last period fatigue. I was a force to be reckoned with. My kid entered with their little devious smiles, then I knew I was in for it. As I was welcoming students, some started bringing me valentines and candies. It almost put Ralphie's fruit basket to shame. Then it happened.
A student came up and said, "Sorry, Mrs. Cadman. I didn't bring you anything, but I do have something for you." A little scared, I asked,, "Um, what?" He lifts his index finger, motioning one minute and starts talking among others. I figure he's joking and I take attendance. While I'm taking attendance I hear, "Okay, Mr. Cadman, we're ready. Have a seat." I sit and then begins the most awesome rendition of Mario ever. The students start singing the theme song to Mario. It was beautiful.
A little misty eyed and verklempt, I give everyone hugs.
Best. Valentine's. Day. Ever!
Any guesses?
Yes...candy, candy...and more candy. Not that we mind the daily allotted amount of sugar, but these days students tend to overdue it with chocolates, bears, balloons, etc. etc.
Ba humbug much?
I came to school with the premonition of late afternoon sugar crashes and last period fatigue. I was a force to be reckoned with. My kid entered with their little devious smiles, then I knew I was in for it. As I was welcoming students, some started bringing me valentines and candies. It almost put Ralphie's fruit basket to shame. Then it happened.
A student came up and said, "Sorry, Mrs. Cadman. I didn't bring you anything, but I do have something for you." A little scared, I asked,, "Um, what?" He lifts his index finger, motioning one minute and starts talking among others. I figure he's joking and I take attendance. While I'm taking attendance I hear, "Okay, Mr. Cadman, we're ready. Have a seat." I sit and then begins the most awesome rendition of Mario ever. The students start singing the theme song to Mario. It was beautiful.
A little misty eyed and verklempt, I give everyone hugs.
Best. Valentine's. Day. Ever!
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