I don't know what is wrong with me, but I am seriously just sitting here staring at my computer screen. I have NO IDEA what to write about. I think this is called Writer's Block and I am not that familiar with it. Usually, I just write down what I would say to anyone and I am never at a loss for words, so I think this is pretty serious. Should I call 911? I think I need to join a linky party STAT.
I played around with the ole blog last night and updated the "Blogs I Love" list . . . I hope they're still over there because that took a bit of time. If you don't see yourself, it was an oversight, so just leave a comment. Please be gentle, though, because I am really sick with Writer's Block.
Also, Hadar just let me know that now that we're DOT COM-MERS, anything that has been pinned from our blogs will no longer link back to our blogs. This is very traumatic for Hadar . . . I'm trying to be supportive, but it's sort of difficult when it's all her fault. :) :) :) She knows I'm kidding. :) :) :) I'm kidding! I know she's freaked out by it. And by earthquakes. And she emailed pinterest and I have no doubt that they will listen to her. I mean, she's HADAR.
I spent the day with my mom yesterday.
She's doing pretty good.
As in, doing pretty good for someone who broke her femur and has apparently been walking around with a hairline-fracture-lesion-or-what-have-you for the last six months or so, and had to have a blood transfusion because of "complications" during surgery. The complication was that her bone was ROCK SOLID and the ortho couldn't get the rod in so he had to open her all the way up. Also, apparently, when you lose a lot of blood, they have to put more back in you.
This is getting a little too Grey's Anatomy for me so I'm going to switch the subject.
I had my kiddos write get well notes to her and then I made a book out of it.
One of my little stinkers asked if he could sign his note "Kobe Bryant".
He was quite disappointed when he found out my mom actually knows who that is and knows that he's not in first grade anymore.
One of my followers/commenters told me to check out this comedian because he talks about emergency room visits and femur breaks. This is really funny if you have about 8 minutes to kill. I made mom, dad, brother, sister, and two friends that stopped by watch it. Thank you to my follower/commenter for showing this to me!! (I have looked back through my comments and can't seem to find who it was -- or I would name you!)
Moving on . . . or Squirrel, I should say.
It didn't rain on our Field Trip! Hallelujah! It was actually perfect weather. And we were inside most of the time so no biggie.
The best part about the trip is that I had to divide my class into two groups because the field trip people demand small groups. Aha! I knew it!!! 29-32 kids is NOT a small group!
So the night before the field trip, I played the "Who do I want in my group and who can I pawn off on the two innocent moms that got finger printed in order to take a group of their own?" That's a hard game to play. It seems easy because you think you'd just keep 15 of your best and brightest and most well behaved, but you can't. I know. Say it isn't so. You want to, but you can't.
I have a really good class . . . but, obviously, I had to keep my two kids with special needs, if you can call them that. They don't really have special needs. They just take all things literally. You can't say "eyes up here" or they will spend the next twenty minutes figuring out how to get their eyeballs out of their head to bring up here. And I kept new boy. Who is now really old boy, but we still call him new boy. Well, I don't say it out loud, but some of my kids still do.
My two kids with special needs did great. No problems. Just a trip to the bathroom. I really had to go!
New boy . . . GRRRRRRRR.
We got back about 15 minutes before dismissal. Now, THAT is good timing. I put some Little House on the Prairie on the big screen (that is something else Ladybug can do, although now it is becoming BLURRY and I think I am going to freak out!) and
Well, that's about it. I told you. Writer's Block. It's pretty bad.
I'm not even sure how to sign off here.
See you tomorrow?
Have a great weekend?
Do you know of a good linky?
I don't know. I simply don't know.
PS Thank you for all of the prayers for my mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!