LOSER, YES I KNOW

So I have posted three times tonight. Lame, yes it is. But I needed something to do while I waited for my toenails to dry. So one last thing to tell you before I go to bed. Tonight while flossing my teeth I managed to yank out my "permanent" routainer. This thing was basically just a wire cemented across the back of my teeth. When I had it "fixed" a few weeks ago the women put too much cement so that it blocked the space between my teeth. As I was trying to bring the floss through the space I ripped the sucker right out of there. It was mildly unpleasant but I am more concerned about finding the time to get back into have it fixed again. It is much easier to floss now that it is gone though.

Here is a pic of my toenails. Please no comments about my long finger toes or the fact that I have hairy toeknuckles. I already know so there is no need for anyone to point that out.


Goodnight

TOO CUTE

Working at a daycare I receive artwork from the children on an almost daily basis. It is usually just a bunch of scribbles or cut up chunks of paper, which is exactly what this one is. This one was a little extra cute though because it is an invitation to come over to a 3 and a half year old's house for a chocolate covered granola bar. This little boy always has one for breakfast at the daycare and I always tease him, pretending to eat it, telling him how lucky he is to get chocolate for breakfast and saying that I wished my mom would give me one to take to daycare. What a sweetheart.

GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

I am saying goodbye to a dear childhood friend of mine. A white dresser with decals of fluffy bears and bunnies. It's been around since I was very young but the time has come to pass it along to someone who needs it more than I do. This person happens to be an adult so this weekend I will be sanding away the childhood emblems and painting the old dresser.


Fairwell happy friends!

PROPOSAL AND DEATH THREAT ALL IN ONE DAY

So I had a pretty fun weekend. Saturday I worked at the old folks. It had been two weeks since I had a shift there so I was excited to see my old people. I have been having such a wonderful week, and I was so thankful to God for having a summer job that I love.

I wasn't at work half an hour when I was taken away from my regular duties to clean up after a man who had the stomach flu. I won't describe the mess incase you have a week stomach. Just trust me when I say it was big and gross. So that took over an hour.
"That's okay," I said to myself, "I still love these people and my job."

To save time, I'll spare you the details of the rest of my shift, but it included the tub flooding the bathroom and having to clean up a puddle of blood from a women who got a cut on her leg.

Sunday, I went to church as usual. After church I visited with the refugee family that my church sponsored. I have been aware for about a week that the son has a crush on me. I was not prepared for what happened yesterday. TO make a long story short, I think he may have informally proposed, or maybe it was formal for him. I don't know. I also don't know if he understood me when I was explaining that things in Canada are different and that the answer was no. Judging by his reaction, I think he just thought that I didn't understand what he was asking me. So now that's going to be fun to clear up. What make this funnier is that when I first found out that there was a son that was my age (before the family arrived) I told the group something like this might happen. I told them I was nervous about it but they all reassured me that such a thing wouldn't happen. Well now look at this mess.

Later that day I worked at the old folks home again. Another "I love my job" kind of days. When I tried to get one of the old men to bath he told me,
"I will lock in the basement and there you will die. I will make sure you are dead. etc."
What a nice old man. Isn't it nice when you try to help somebody and they utter death threats?
I wasn't afraid and it didn't hurt my feelings, I just didn't know what to do with him. He shouldn't be talking to anybody like that. But how do you discipline an 90 year old man

"Let me show you how to pee."

Today was yet another wonderful day at the daycare. Full of laughs and frustrations, but mostly laughs today.
The best was this afternoon when I was doing potty time with the kids. The kids are 2-4 years old so some are potty trained some are not, most are somewhere in between. I was helping a 3 year old boy go pee. He can use the potty but where's a diaper because he often has accidents. Here is how today went.

"Come here kiddo, I'll take your diaper off so you can pee-potty" As I start to take off his diaper.

"No, no, no," In his cute little East Indian accent. "Let me show you how to pee."

"Oh, okay. You can do it yourself?"

"Just watch, I will show you how to do it"

This should be good I thought. I was not disappointed.

"First you reach down and take out your sprinkler."

I was tearing up trying to hold in the laughter.

"Ooh, my hands are cold. Then you poke it out the top and tada!"

It was hilarious. He was moslty right. He forgot that you have to hold your "sprinkler" so that it actually points into the toilet. He just let it hang there and peed down the front of his shorts. That's alright, I didn't mind cleaning it up after the entertainment he had provided me.