I haven't updated much lately, I probably should be stuck in a potato sack and beat with a large stick, but I'm hoping you'll forgive me and just let it go this time.



I just don't really have anything interesting to write about. There are alot of things going on, but none of them I really feel like sharing or going in to at the least. It's almost September (which is terrifying, by the way) and next week everybody goes back to school - including me. Well, I'm teaching anyway.


On the 4th we're starting back up our Preschool program (Since, you know, it's that time again), and I'm going to be extremely busy from now till then getting everything set up for it, so I probably won't be updating much until after the 8th sometime when I finally am back into the swing o' things. I've got a good two page list of stuff I have to have finished before Wednesday, most of it is prep work, (I hate prep work! I want to hire someone to do all the dumb pre-cutting cutting for me. Anyone interested? I'll give you a free pair of child safety scissors!) which I guess isn't...ok, it is. It's bad, very bad. Prep work stinks. I also have filing, letter writing, and lesson planning stuff to do.


September's theme? It includes friendship, the numbers 1 & 2, and the color red. Yay..now I can finally review those pesky 1's and 2's that I always have trouble with. It also includes a school bus puppet that will be used to 'talk to the kids about important issues and interact with them using songs, stories and bus sounds'.


Joy.

By the way, to the person who voodoo'ed me. I will find you, and when I do, you will be sorry.


Very. Very. Sorry.

I want a new layout. Any suggestions? I've done six and threw them all in the recycle bin because I'm not happy with them. Argh! Argh I say!

We started three new kids today, and before they were even here more then three hours they had already pooped on the floor and one had taken off her pooey diaper and put it in a toybox.



Oh yes, I so love this job.

It's raining!


Just wanted to share. It's the little things, you know?

Rhea Rhyolin: I'm doing ok...we have a USDA worker coming over today (hence the away message) she really does come and watch the kids eat, and then leaves...it's really creepy
angrypsychokel: yeeep.. what're they looking for?
Rhea Rhyolin: They just want to make sure that providers whom they're compinsating for meals feed kids 'proper balanced meals' and not things like paste and thumbtacks
Rhea Rhyolin: Which I've only done ONCE!
Rhea Rhyolin: lol
angrypsychokel: Aaaaah
angrypsychokel: *lol* I was just about to ask you about that!


Geesh, you feed a kid Elmers once and nobody forgets about it....;)

Rhea Rhyolin: How's stuff with you?
kusanagi51: nothing too new to speak of
kusanagi51: wait, I remember something
kusanagi51: have you ever been hit by a glob of hot tar?
Rhea Rhyolin: Nope
Rhea Rhyolin: Can't say I have
kusanagi51: well keep it that way
kusanagi51: it feels like a cross between a sunburn and a bee sting
Rhea Rhyolin: :-( How'd you end up getting hit by hot tar?
kusanagi51: well some guys were redoing the roof of my garage, and I needed a shirt out of there (and thus bare skinned) and then a glob fell through the cracks on the top and hit me on my left shoulder
Rhea Rhyolin: Ouch, I'm sorry
Rhea Rhyolin: :-( You ok?
kusanagi51: yeah, I'm ok- cool thing is I may get a rad scar!
kusanagi51: actually at the moment the burn is blood-red
Rhea Rhyolin: Ouch
Rhea Rhyolin: When'd it happen?
kusanagi51: on Friday
kusanagi51: just as I was getting ready to go to work
kusanagi51: so I went to work with a flesh wound
kusanagi51: yay
Rhea Rhyolin: Well, I guess the rad scar'll make up for it all then hu?



Would it be too terribly awful of me to say I'm glad I'm not a guy? Really, because I am. No offense to the guys out there, I just don't get that whole macho He-Man look maw I've got a flesh wound sort of thing and it's going to scar. It's kind of like being willing to have someone poke your eye with a big gnarly pointy stick just so you can wear a pirate patch and say "Argh!" alot.


I'm back, by the way. Did you miss me? I didn't think so.


My trip to Memphis was edumacational. I had fun (Sans the funeral, which if I had had (snicker) fun at, I'm sure I would have been frowned at. I hate being frowned at, nothing makes me feel more like a naughty six year old then frownage. Becides, it would have been disrespectful! (so there!) Urhm..), I did some of the tourist stuff...went to Graceland (I already went into that at TPC, so if you want to know, go there and read it. I can't type it all again...).



I didn't get to do some of the stuff I wanted, but hey...there is always next time. But if I go back, I'll go in the winter, when it's not so dang humid.


TPC, if I didn't mention this already, won two of the Blogathon awards. Can you believe it? (Neither could I...color me shocked.) We won 'Most Enthusiastic' and 'Best Webcam'. I'm actually so incredably flattered that people voted for us, have I mentioned I love you all lately? I can't believe it still...I was floored when Pran called me up and told me, I'm pretty sure I was even a tad girly and jumped up and down once or twice...but don't tell anyone...Ok?

I'm going to be gone for a while. One of my best friends, Ally's, mom died last night and I'm flying over to Memphis to see if I can be of some help.

I leave Tuesday morning at 12:50 am (Which means I have to leave for the airport tomorrow at 9, I'm catching the shuttle from the Salem airport and going up to Portland.) and will be back sometime Sunday. If you leave your address before I go, I'll send you a postcard.

But, for now, I have to go and rush around and get everything done before I leave for the airport tomorrow. I actually haven't flown on a commertial flight since I was like 3. I'm more worried about looking like an idiot while aimlessly running up and down the halls looking for my gate (Should I cry and scream for my mommy?) then the actually flying part.

So, anyway, hope that I don't crash and burn someplace.Or do, if you want to get rid of me.