survey says....

What kind of parent are you or will you be???

Today, one of my "angels" decided to shove another girl into the boys' bathroom. The other girl was trying to fight her off but the shover had at least 6" on her. Not quite a fair battle. I went for them and told her she was in trouble.

I wrote her up a 'white slip' and this requires a parents signature. When her mom got there I asked for her signature and explained what happened. She proceeded to tell me her daughter told her another girl pulled her hair and didn't in trouble yesterday. My boss piped up and said 'actually your daughter started that yesterday, I saw'. The mom still went on and on and on about how they are just little kids and we need to be more understanding. She supposedly didn't mind that her daughter got in trouble but we shouldn't be "PICKING" on her daughter!!!

UNBELIEVABLE!!! parents blow me away. Grant it, I'm not a parent biologically yet, but I have a universal request. There should be a session during LAMOZ (spelling??) that goes something like this...... "ladies you are about to give birth to a human being, and contrary to what you know and believe, your human you're birthing will NOT BE PERFECT!!!!" and if it's not asking too much, I'd like to teach the class PERSONALLY!!!

chop chop

Most of you know, I work with elementary children. This school year (I work year round, so school is already in session for us) I am working with Kindergarteners for the first time. They are so fun and care free but still need to be reigned in a little....

These kids are learning their letters and shapes, numbers and colors.. It's fun!!!

So, today during homework hour, some of the kids needed scissors and glue for one of their homework pages. I passed out the appropriate supplies and moved on to other kids that needed help on a different page. A few minutes passed by (maybe 2 or 3) that I was helping one boy and then turned around to check the other side of the room and I see this HUGE pile of CHOPPED hair on the floor, under a desk. I immediately freaked and took the scissors. This girl has hair to her waist!! You know how when you want to comb your hair, you reach back and divide your hair in half? Well, that's how the "trim" started. She pulled HALF her hair around that went to her waist and CHOPPED it to her chin line!!!!!!!!!!!

I called my boss to come and we both freaked out!! Called her mom and her mom was cool. (THANK GOD!!) So now she has a cute bob.

OH the joys of working with kids.....

Surgery

So as some of you know. I allowed many doctors play star wars in my left kidney and they blasted 10 calcium stones. SUCCESSFULLY!! Score!! I am very happy with the results and every day i'm a little closer to better... Vicadin (spelling??) is awful. Don't like the stuff at all. But Motrin rocks!! = )

In true Mary style, if it could go wrong it did. I won't bore you with the "oh really?" stories but there is DEFINITELY a funny story that is worth sharing.

Since God is taking his sweet time perfecting my husband.... ; ) I am still free to enjoy his creations!! On the morning of my surgery (btw not allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight the previous night) I had to be at UCSF at 8:30 in the morning and my surgery was at 1:30. yeah... So, Bekka, my awesome niece came with me and after my pre-op was done we had about 3 hours to kill. She was hungry and thirsty. (like I wasn't = )) I took her up to the cafeteria and she wanted juice. We hung out for a while and then I decided it was time for the torture to end. We went to the elevator and lo and behold... there was a (sounds of beautiful music now...) beautiful, hot young asain guy wearing scrubs that had cut off sleeves to reveal very curvy, dark (and tattooed) arms. I looked at Bekka and whispered, or so I thought, "he's hot".(I think he heard me cuz he looked at me and smiled.) She replied, "ew"!! We laughed and that was that.

3 hours later I get called into surgery and was given the latest version of the beloved backless hospital gown. Being that I've been through this before, I knew I would have to have a "lift team" assisting with the transfer from my chair to bed, I left on my tank top and chones!! ya... I came out feeling very violated but ready. I put my chair by the bed to make the transfer work and waited for the "lift team" to show up.............. GUESS WHO was on the lift team. Yours truly!! Hot, tattooed, buffed asain guy!! We both looked at each other and - paused - he quickly exited and mumbled something about needing to get gloves. He came back and..... He was very strong = )))) I safely made it and was VERY glad I chose to keep my tank top on and my chones...................

Oh God I need my HUSBAND!!!

I'm doing better each day and I thoroughly want to thank you for your prayers. I know it has been God that has brought me through!!

FINALLY!!!!!!!

I know I know. It's taken me years to get to blogging. You will all be hearing my funny stories soon. = )