Will We Ever Laugh Together Again?

My friend, Michele, called me early Saturday morning. "Margo, I have some very sad news to tell you." I thought it must be one of her eight children or one of her grandchildren. "My brother Lansing and his son, Dallin, were killed in a plane crash in Moab last night." Michele shared with me what she knew of the accident. I thought of her parents who are in their eighties. How horribly sad for them to lose a son and a grandson. I thought of Lansing's wife and remaining three children. How sad. My faith comforts me that the ten people who lost their lives are just fine. My head tells  me this is a tragedy I cannot understand. Michele flew to Arizona to be with her parents. I felt numb going through my Saturday. I called Gavin who is visiting Sesame Place with Jamie and their three children. I told him I loved him. I told my daughters how much I loved them. Ivy and Eliza were hugged so tightly today. I am thinking of what Apostle Dallin Oaks taught us in conference long ago, "Christ lived to die  so we could die to live." 

Pray, Please.

This is a blog author I love to read - http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/ - please pray for Stephanie, Christian, and their four small children. 

Worried.

I  googled signs of Alzheimers. So far, I fit sign #7.

7. Misplacing things. A person with Alzheimer’s disease may put things in unusual places: an iron in the freezer or a wristwatch in the sugar bowl.

What's normal? Misplacing keys or a wallet temporarily.

Well, what about placing the tv control in the telephone holder? Should I worry? 

Also, I do think Michael Phelps is cool but his mom is cooler - she's a little chunky like me. There.

I said it. 

30. And Holding.

A student is moving. Thirty is a nice number I told my principal. I hope she agrees with me. Her eye brows went up. I wonder what it means when a person's eyebrows are raised?

         

Okay. Please forgive me, but . . .

A  Happy Laugh. This Beautiful Sabbath.

Stress Does THIS to Me.

31. And holding.

Want gross? Read the blog entry I found while looking for the pic of the above desk at the end of my blog. Talk about gross. Makes my millipede, centipede I almost peed story s.t.u.p.i.d. 


If you haven't already guessed, yep, I have 31 students and 31 desks in my room!


 I got my school-is-beginning pedicure and manicure. I just love this guy - Phan - he massages feet, legs, arms, hands til I think they are going to fall off.  I have super thick nails and he was cutting my nails and one nail stuck onto Phan's shirt. Phan is massaging my limbs off I am fixated on my nail embedded into his white Polo shirt. I hope my fingernail doesn't drift into his food or when he hugs his adorable little girl what if MY NAIL sticks into her eye? Oh, worrying me.


I am taking Tylenol P.M. tonight.


If I don't, I will be awake worrying about this nail ALL NIGHT LONG.


Okay. THE PROMISED Stalking blog. From a teacher in Bakersfield, California.

3. I've never seen so many cockroaches and spiders. One crawled out of my pencil sharpener at school the other day. Another one was in my student's desk. My Strong's Concordance has come in handy for killing the ones I find in my room.

We paid $75 and sprayed 10 gallons of I-don't-know-what to 
walk into the kitchen this morning to be greeted by a HUMONGUS milipede, centipede I almost peed. I sprayed 1 gallon of some kind of bathroom cleaner - no I didn't pee - on the thing. You trespass on my real estate and you are dead! Let it be written. Let it be known. (Just the bug world.)

Could Be Me

Before school starts I don't worry about what I wear and things like that - well, like how bad my body odor is on a rather warm, humid day after tending grand daughters that spit up and chuck up and poop sideways out of their Huggies. So I had to run an errand to the school and of course, my principal and co-teacher are there, also. They give me TIGHT hugs. The sweat squeezes out my pores and runs down my arms and spurts in between my breasts. 

So? I know I stink. Real bad. 

Reminds me of a teacher I know that has really bad B.O. When she is ripe she is really ripe. One day I noticed that someone had placed deodorant in her mail box. 

Will tomorrow be my day?

Comic Relief.

Schools pretty much in full swing for me. I have 30 students. That means 30 of everything begins - in alphabetical order. My principal said that our grade level's end of year test scores were the highest she has ever seen since becoming principal. We tested on the computer every subject, too. I credit our PLC's and our curriculum essentials. We did intervention throughout the year in every subject, also. My resource kids pulled their share of good scores: nothing was below an 80 for them! Well, anyway, I was on my school computer and came across this cartoon. I have a fish story to write that goes with this cartoon. That will have to come later.