Happy Happy Happy Saturday, chicks and peeps!
Okay, so let me brag on Steve for a second. One of his work colleagues heads up a ministry to feed the hungry at a “live-in” motel in Santa Ana. People live in this motel from week to week, as long as they can afford it. Every Sunday, this ministry provides breakfast and a Sunday school type lesson for those who stay to listen. Panera provides bagels, pastries, and cookies, and a local donut shop also donates goodies. And then Steve’s friend usually barbecues meat and brings tortillas and eggs and cheese and whatever else tastes good in a breakfast burrito (which is not my favorite, I prefer carbs any day so give me all the bagels, please, I have no clue what tastes good in a breakfast burrito).
This particular Sunday, Steve barbecued two pork shoulders, his friend brought the extras, and another couple brought all the drinks. I cracked about 9 dozen eggs which was EXTREMELY NERVE WRACKING BECAUSE 1) I don’t even eat eggs 2) I’m not a good egg cracker 3) eggs are gross and 4) eggs – yuck!
I really really really hope no shells were in the eggs, but I have no way of knowing because it’s not like I ate them.
I also “assembled” burritos as people came through the line. I was the “cheese” girl. And who doesn’t love cheese? Only one person said no cheese.
The residents of the motel were extremely grateful and gracious. I loved the kids the best. 🙂 For obvious reasons. I did my student teaching in this area and have a soft spot for the kids. I have a soft spot for kids, in general, but kids who need food? Who need basic provisions? Just take my heart. Here. Here it is.
Any who, this whole thing was Steve’s idea, Steve’s plan, Steve’s thing. And I was happy to help, but mostly just proud of him. 🙂 We plan on helping once a month now! 🙂 It was definitely a great way to start a Sunday.
This was a text thread between Steve and me on Monday.
Apparently, my undies just made an appearance in a you haven’t thought about Kristin once while on this mountain bike ride, shame on you, here you go, BAM!! type of way.
Because that’s not embarrassing for anyone.
Least of all, me.
And, just to be clear, my night time undies are STILL CUTE. In fact, they are from Victoria’s Secret so LAH-DI-DAH to you.
It’s just that they offer more coverage and are way more comfy than my daytime undies.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Because how can you not?
You can’t take stuff like that seriously at all or you might go crazy and since I’m already crazy, where would I go?
Here is our writing about plants which is pretty much all I taught last week if you read my last installment of Five for Fraturday.
You could call this How To Writing.
Or Informational Writing.
Or Sequence Writing.
Talk about rigor.
Talk about high expectations.
Talk about cramming it all in.
Talk about hitting it out of the park.
OH! And Bonus!!!
All 30 of my kids TURNED IT IN and I DIDN’T HAVE TO SEARCH THROUGH ANY DESKS TO FIND A MISSING ONE.
And the clouds parted and the rainbow came out and all was well with the world.
No one is running.
Because they were told to walk.
So this is walking.
We got together with our Big Buddies on Thursday and my Big Buddy Teacher got super creative and wrote clues/riddles/rhyming poems for a SCAVENGER HUNT AROUND OUR SCHOOL.
It was all based around leprechauns, but what you need to know is that my big buddy teacher has FOUR CHILDREN.
OF HER OWN.
Like, they LIVE AT HER HOUSE AND CALL HER MOM.
And then she goes to school AND TEACHES SIXTH GRADE.
Not to mention, she goes to Cross-Fit and is on the union (or on the board of the union or sits on the union or is a representative of the union or something like that — I don’t really know, I’m just grateful I don’t have to do it) and all of her kids are in a sport or in cheerleading or this or that or who knows.
AND THEN SHE MADE UP CLUES/RIDDLES/POEMS THAT RHYMED like she had all the time in all the world.
And I, who has no kids or sports or union stuff, sat at home and watched Survivor: Game Changers with a glass of wine.
We figured out the clues together as a group and went around campus and found more clues, and then we ended up in my classroom NEAR MY MINI FRIDGE where we found POPSICLES!
It was so much fun.
Chaotic and loud but mostly, JUST FUN!
Thanks, Big Buddy!
I did not have a leprechaun visit my room, or mess up my room, or leave little letters.
I don’t know why!
That’s what I said every time my kids asked why we didn’t have a leprechaun visiting our room.
I don’t know!
I have no clue!
How am I supposed to know?
It’s not like I’m a leprechaun, although a couple of people made jokes about my height this week.
I know. I’m a dud.
How sad for my kids.
But listen. Really. Just listen. Back when I was younger and only had 20 kids (oh, the gloriousness of that), I had a leprechaun visit every year. And he messed up our classroom like there was no tomorrow. Which means I messed up my classroom.
I messed up my own classroom.
I did the green footprints with paint, I sprinkled gold glitter EVERYWHERE (like a bomb had gone off), I wrote poems, we planted little jolly rancher candy as a gift to the leprechaun so he would stop messing up our room, and then when my class went to recess, instead of going to the bathroom (and you know I had to go), I DUG UP ALL THE CANDY AND PLANTED JOLLY RANCHER LOLLIPOPS, we left out Frosted Cheerios as another gift and BAM! they turned into powered sugar donuts, and my kids would LOSE THEIR MINDS ALL WEEK, yell, scream, laugh, run around and try to find the leprechaun, sort-of, kind-of clean our room, and THEN I WOULD TRY TO TEACH A LESSON.
And the whole time I tried to teach a lesson, my kids were glancing around the room for a leprechaun and/or raising their hand to tell me they saw one on the playground.
I did this for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.
And then we lost our 20:1 funding, and I got 32 kids for the first time in my entire career, and I am here to tell you that when you have 32 kids in the same size classroom that you had 20 kids, IT LOOKS LIKE A LEPRECHAUN VISITS YOUR CLASSROOM EVERY SINGLE DAY NO MATTER THE MONTH.
And you age a lot.
It kind of happens without you noticing it.
You also learn along the way that instead of having an Elf on the Shelf, you can have a KINDNESS elf.
So why not a KIND leprechaun? The leprechaun in A Fine St. Patrick’s Day is kind.
But we didn’t have an leprechaun. And I’m fine with that. So was my team. We all agreed.
My Friday was calm and fun and normal and that’s all there is to that.
And I did give my kids treats! There! See? Not so fuddy duddy, right?
I grabbed my tags from Pre-K Tweets for $1!!
And, no matter what I did, I could not buy enough Skittles to fill 30 treat bags.
I started out with 2 bags of Skittles (not the individual kind and not the gigantic kind, just the normal size kind) and only got 12 filled.
So then I bought 3 more bags, and that seemed to work until I found a left over snack bag WITH NOTHING IN IT. I only had 29 treat bags. Luckily, my teammate had extras because I was NOT going back to the store.
I think she believed I was eating all of the Skittles as I went along, but I’m blaming someone’s leprechaun.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.