a. area code: 77096
b. bed size: queen
c. chore(s) you hate: cleaning the bathtub
d. dog's name: nonexistent
e. essential "start of the day" item: coffee
f. favorite color: pink
g. gold or silver: silver
h. height: 5'5 and 1/2
i. instruments you play: alto sax and fife
j. job: child educator/wrangler aka teacher
k. kids: are hilarious
l. living arrangements: apt.
m. movie: The Hangover
n. nickname: Boo boo, dot, booli, wooli bear, juls, ju, Boo,
o. overnight hospital stay: negatory
p. pet peeve: liars
q. quote from movie: We're the three best friends!
r. righty or lefty: right
s. siblings: Jason
t. time you wake up: 5:30
u. underwear: always wear them
v. vegetables you dislike: belle peppers
w. ways or reasons you are late: traffic
x. x-rays: knee
y. yummy food you make: nothing, it's always better when someone else makes it.
z. zoo animals you like: all of them
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Today was the last day of school for my students. It's always a bittersweet event because although by the end I am in need of some serious r&r, I do actually miss my kiddos. It's so great to get to teach Kinder because you get to see your kiddos change so much throughout the year. I'm really proud of my kids this year because they all did really well. They were a really great class. Although I did have my fair share of wild ones. I actually had 16 boys and 7 girls. Crazy!
I also had a kid today that came to me and said I have poo poo water. What? Apparently he meant diarrhea, which sucks but from now on I'm totally going to call it poo poo water. I love Kindergarten!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Today I faced and beat my arch nemesis: the stairs. I realize that most people probably don't think of the stairs as being highly evil however, when you mess up any part of your lower body it's a whole new ball game. Okay, really I've never liked stairs and the only reason I live on the 3rd floor is for safety reasons. Yes, I realize if a fire breaks out, I'm screwed but I mean safety like robbers or murderers. Again, I realize I could still be robbed or murdered on the 3rd floor. However, I reason that these robbers and murderers are not law abiding citizens it seems they like to take the lazy approach to life. Let's be honest how many lazy people do you know that are going to climb 3 flights of stairs when you could do the same thing on the first floor? I digress.
Back to the stairs. The doctor told me that I needed to start practicing climbing the stairs before I could move back to my apt. So I've been practicing on the stairs at physical therapy. It's on the fifth floor, but I just climb up one flight and then walk down one flight and do the same on the way out. So today, I ventured to my apartment and for the first time in 2 and a half months got to go into my apartment.
Luckily, I had not been robbed and it didn't stink. There were some interesting experiments growing in the refrigerator, though. I thought my mom and grama had cleaned it out but I guess I was mistaken. I hung out for a little while and then made the trek down the stairs.
Going down the stairs is actually a lot worse than going up the stairs. I've never understood this because I would think climbing up is harder than going down because going down you have gravity helping you out. The doctor had already warned me about going down and pointed out to me that the majority of people fall down stairs not up them. I have to say the doctor was right going down was more work and was more painful. However, I made it and hopefully will be moving back to my apartment sometime this week.
So who's the winner now stairs?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Today I had physical therapy. I actually like physical therapy. It's not really that hard and everyone is sitting around talking and joking. It's a really upbeat atmosphere, which is probably better for the healing process. I secretly have the urge to constantly ask everyone what their ailment is but I've only been three times. So it'll probably pop out on the 4th visit.
The best part of physical therapy is when they put these electrodes on my knee and then put electricity into it. At first, I thought it would hurt, but it actually makes it feel really good. I was also concerned the first time that it would malfunction and then accidentally electrocute me. That did not happen either. I'm just glad that I didn't ask if that was even a possibility. I'm kind of beginning to understand why people think I'm kind of ditsy.
So the embarrassing thing that happened today was after the electrocution of my knee the P.T. guy was unhooking my leg and asked me "Do you have a lot of work to do tonight?". I said "yeah, why?". Then I was like crap why did i ask "why?", he probably thinks I thought he was asking me out or something, which is even more embarrassing because he's married and had been talking about him and his wife just having gotten back from vacation. Then he said "oh no reason I was just wondering". I then tried to cover it by saying "oh I thought u were going to give me more work to do tonight". What a dork I am!
When I left he chided me for still gimping around and told me I need to practice walking normally. I explained to him that I really didn't remember how but he told me to try anyways. So I'm walking back to my car and I swear I looked like a cowboy with chaps and spurs on, approaching a dual. Then all I could think of was Woody from Toy Story. Oh, how I constantly feel like J.D. from Scrubs!
Friday, May 14, 2010
So I've come to realize that I'm a bit of a drama queen. I know, nobody likes a drama queen, I don't even like drama queens, so it's kind of weird that I've decided to classify myself as one. I'm not the kind that intentionally stirs up trouble, most of the time, things happen that I really don't intend to. However, sometimes my reactions to things could probably be toned down a notch or two. But here's the really crazy thing most of the time I don't really want attention, I really do just want to be left alone because well I don't want to be the "dramatic" one. I think inadvertently this has caused me to become that person. I also don't mean to let things upset me so much but well I don't know what else to do about it. I'm also not a good faker. Maybe I should have suspected something when my parents always told me to stop being so melodramatic.