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Two little boys from kindergarten brought me this rose from their teacher. She even sent me my favorite kiddos on PURPOSE! Talk about awesome.

Anyway, v-day is definitely “the holiday” here in roswell. The school was more wound up than on the day that santa came. It made my job easy though, as none of the kids wanted to be ill for the parties at the end of the day. 🙂 Did I mention the chocolate?

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Luke told me this morning that Valentine’s day originated in ancient Roman times- that it began as a festival that lasted from Feb 13-15, and involved sacrificial animals, and something about women getting beaten by… umm, maybe the same tools that were used on the animals, or maybe the animals themselves? And that there would be a lottery system where a woman would be “wed” to another man if he drew her name from a hat. And I think the women would want to be beaten (I’m assuming only for THIS festival) because it would make them fertile.

I might be a little fuzzy on the details. Regardless, it originally had nothing to do with chocolate and greeting cards and dozens of roses. Or Cupid for that matter, but I couldn’t very well decorate my bulletin board with sacrificed animals and fertile women. Besides, V-day is growing on me. I want to give it some credit. The kids are all nuts over cheap pieces of colored cardboard- and everyone gets them. I think that’s essential. If you’re in loooove with little Benny, you can give him some cheap colored cardboard. It’s cool. But don’t forget the rest of the kids. So friends, Spread the looooove! Hug a friend, kiss an SO, pet a puppy. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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I’m currently sitting outside, enjoying a light breeze and 55 degree sunshine. The only thing that would make it better is if I weren’t on the side of Pine Lodge rd, about 7miles out of town with my bike and a very flat tire, waiting for FS to bail me out. I got the flat (2nd in as many rides) and pulled off the road totally ready to kick some butt and fix my flat on my own. This would prove that I rock (we know it’s true) and would probably be faster in the long run… if my patch kit wasn’t older than jesus. The stupid glue is dried out. Who checks that stuff anyway?? So learn from my fail people. Keep a favorite secretary on hand to run by hobby lobby and bring some fresh patch glue when you need it. Or, to drive you to the nearest Sonic for some soul-restorative ice cream.

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This is getting a little out of hand. Girl Scout cookie season is infinitely more dangerous when you are surrounded by 180 sweet little girls every day. You never know which one is gonna grab you from around the corner and flash that dimpled smile. I certainly don’t buy them because they taste good. I’m just supporting the economy…   😉

>I popped into a classroom today to talk to a teacher. As we’re finishing up, a tiny dude that I haven’t seen in a while was watching me. I stopped talking to have a staring contest with him. I won. He then asked, “Are you the nurse?” This is a kid who, at the beginning of the school year, would purposefully hurt himself by hitting his arm on the desk so that he could visit The Nurse. He also would hang out in my office after school sometimes and draw pictures for me and FS. Adorable kid in need of a little TLC, and he eventually grew out of it.

I knew it had been awhile, but c’mon! I thought we had a history. So I said, “Of course I’m the Nurse! Don’t you remember me?”

He replied, “You look different.”

I’ve been hearing that a lot lately due to my recent change in hairstyle. When we asked what he thought was different- just to see what he would say (in retrospect, not the smartest idea)- he looked me up and down for a little too long. I’m starting to worry about what’s going to pop out of this kids mouth. We already know he doesn’t censor.

After a few moments he says, “You’re wearing a different shirt.”

HA!! Dodged a potentially ego-wounding bullet with that one. I just hadn’t realized I was wearing the EXACT same shirt every time I took care of him. =P

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>Dear Readers, I just found this half-finished post from last week. Apparently all my days off have turned my brain to mush. This is un-edited, so you can see the way my brain works.

ANNDDDD, this is where I stop. I actually can’t remember what was “boring”, even though I apparently did “lots” of it. It might have been the Bailey’s. I dunno. It must not have been worth writing about. Anyhoo, by the end of the week we had 2 full snow days, and one 2-hr delay that turned into another canceled school day when they hopped in the buses at 0700 and realized that none of them would start. 3 days of 0 or near 0 temps was just too much for our little buses that couldn’t. Then a planned 2 day trip for Mon and Tues and I’m looking back on a full week without working.

I just looked at the weather report and we’re expecting more snow tonight… do I dare hope?

>I had a first grader come in with a little sore in her R ear. Of course, she’s digging around in there making it bleed. The first thing I said, “Seriously? You’re picking at it, of COURSE it’s bleeding!” went in one ear and out the other… figuratively speaking (as her finger was blocking the way). She pulls her finger out and then immediately puts it back in. This goes on for a few rounds. It’s like there’s a rare earth magnet in her head instead of a brain.

Me: Really. Do you see what you’re doing right now? You just stuck your finger right back in your ear!! What did I JUST say??
Peanut: I have a sore in my ear. Right here. You see? It’s bleeding… right…. HERE [sticks finger back in ear]!
Me: [I’m pretty sure she’s not doing this just to push me over the edge] Go wash your hands. I’m putting a bandaid in there just so you won’t touch.

[she’s watching me open the bandaid]

Peanut: …. You’re funny.
Me: [trying not to be funny] You think it’s funny when I’m mad and bossy?
Peanut: … well…. It’s only because you don’t really mean it.

Well folks, I’ve been found out. Or more likely, she’s the reason I get about 800 visits a day from her classroom. I think she’s ratting me out to her buddies. Maybe I need to get a little, oh, I dunno. Meaner? Madder? Bossier? Sneakier? I could move my office into the storage closet and force the teachers to bring the kids blindfolded. Too much?

>One of the new 2nd graders came to see me yesterday about a loose tooth. Literally, to show me that her tooth was loose. She’s cute as a bug and so excited, so I tell her that it’s not long now, and probably she’ll lose her tooth at lunch.

At around 230 that same day, she comes running in with a huge toothless grin, “My tooth fell out! Now can I have a tooth necklace (I told you, still all the rage!)?? It was all loose and twisting but it wouldn’t come out and I was too scared so my two friends held me down ANDTHENTHEYPULLEDITOUTFORME!!!”

Kids still do this? I can’t remember ever having the balls to let a friend rip a tooth out. That being said, my parents might be able to jog my memory. Anyhoo, no harm no foul. She’s the proud new owner of a regulation sized, official school RN white tooth case with blue necklace option.

>3. Finally, I thought to pour the medicine into a plastic spoon and add a little choc. Milk to that. Then he only takes one swallow and is guaranteed to get the entire dose… right?! Well, except when he doesn’t. I’m not even sure how this happened, but the 2nd day we tried this, he STILL managed to evade the entire dose on the first swallow. I’m about out of ideas.

This morning, he didn’t show. I found him wandering the hall and called him over:

Gagsy: “Hi. I didn’t come for my medicine because my chocolate milk is frozen.”
Me: “Oh, bummer. Well, I guess we’ll have to use water with it in the spoon!”
Gagsy: “I don’t drink water.” [rolls his eyes]
Me: “Do they have juice in the room?” [grinding my teeth]
Gagsy: “I don’t like juice.”

REALLY?!?!?

Of course, I can hear FS just LOVING this conversation, as Gagsy is her favorite 3rd grader. I have to admit that I would probably think all of this was hilarious if I wasn’t the one pulling teeth every morning. Wait. I haven’t tried pulling teeth yet… 😉