Thursday, 05 March 2009 00:47
Last Updated on Wednesday, 18 March 2009 22:04
Written by brrd dove
Oh looky here, there is a secret message behind me. Phewf, just when I was thinking I can't handle this teaching stuff. Little amazing magical creatures, they are... children. I'm so glad I don't have my own. I can just leave these ones at school. They can amuse me all day and then I can just CHECK OUT and admire them from afar, without having to clothe their little fingers and toes. Or help them with homework. I really admire real teachers, they have a way of staying on task, and making lesson plans, and following through with their threats. Whereas I, I am only admonished for allowing the neat teacher's room to be the "Messiest" one parent (or probably all) have ever seen it. Well, I've heard it both ways, "This is the cleanest this room has ever been!" I won't tell you the teacher I subbed for then. Anyway I am only writing this to say I cherish these days with the surprises in them like the secret message left behind me on the board here while I wasn't looking. It makes the exaustion feel peaceful insead of grating...
I know what you're thinking: You're thinking, "What is your hair doing? "Oh yeah, that is why they call you 'Sonic'," all right. Well listen, I read this article that said Jessica Simpson's stylist told her to only wash her hair 3 times a month and condition it in between-so I went a few more times between washes than usual. It was one time too many, but it was better than puffball head when you freshly wash then skip the product. I love the way my hair is growing out although it has been getting in the way at practice when I am on my head. The true purpose of this article is to correct the spelling in the secret note on the board.
Kids, we all know that Mrs. means the woman is married, not like me; Ms. If you think I'm married, you know I am married to the Lord, but in terms of earthly love and marriage, naw. I am still waiting on my world to change in that regard. I do admit, however, that we spent all of art class today planning my wedding thanks to my 9-year-old wedding planner. She is the perfect wedding planner, obviously, she is persistent, ahead of schedule, and PHEW-WEE! BOSSSSSY! My kind of girl, she is bossy but coachable. Bossy in the regard that she is getting this thing planned out! I figure I might as well take advantage of her youthful energy and FREE LABOR! I usually let kids speak what they are hearing and imagining, for fun's sake. And with her it came about with my cell phone. She picked it up and made pretend calls. Next thing I know I have been proposed to over the phone and we are getting married in Disney Land on her birthday, January 26. That was about a month ago. This day, she was on my phone again pretending, letting me know that my man was sorry he was with another woman and he could not go through with the marriage. Well you know I am glad she was the one on the phone or I might have flipt my lid. So I says, to the girl, I says: "Well this is not going to work. I am incredibly disappointed. How could he do this?" She says he is sorry he asked another woman and he forgot. Okay, well, maybe he could sneak out in the middle of the night, she relays to me while clutching my cell phone. I am like, "Naw. Its all or nothing here, I am not in it like that."
Then it turns into he has a broken leg from playing ball and so he is in the hospital blah blah blah. I'm just disappointed because the girl had some nice plans including 2 parties, the reception and the real party (woman after my own heart!!) and she is calling the reception "Lub Ya!" That's the name of the party. Funny. She is insists I can't wear my sneakers custom designed at Nike.com to the reception for break dancing but I can wear them to the afterparty, the "Hip Hop Party." Fine wit me. I wonder if she will be staying for that or if she'll be tuckered out by that time in the evening. Before the "Groom" broke his leg she was moving the wedding up to a month from now, and insisting he had to move in with me cuz his other woman kicked him out! I'm hella disappointed in the way this fantasy has gone but and I put my foot down that NO, that will not work. I'm not that kind of woman. Maybe once I was but now I'm betta than be4.
I'm sitting here at my desk killing some time writing this, feeling dramatically childish and loving every second of it. I know I am just like a big kid with the cavities to prove it. But I'm happy like a clam just sucking on this pearl of knowledge inside the bean-er which is, "Plans may come and plans may go but my heart lands where love follows." Ah! Halleleuah. At least that makes sense in my own mind and mouth! Scatter, kids! Make peace like the latter dids!
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