Its been awhile...

I'm thinking this whole blog thing has been more of a failure than a success. I don't know what to write about nor do I feel I have anything interesting to say.

I suppose I will just continue the life updates..

Lets start with work. I have been in a classroom since March from 7:30-4:30 everyday. Working morning hours is a great thing! But starting Monday June 1, I will be going into work at 1:30 in the afternoon and working until 11:30 at night. 3 days a week with two shorter shifts the two other days those weeks. Its only for 3 weeks but I can't help but fear the tiring evening and long hours. (I am not a night owl thats for sure).  I'm hoping this will help to get mine and brandon's schedules to coincide for awhile. It will be a nice change for us.

In other work news, many children are moving up to older classrooms or are leaving for the summer. I can't wait for the exciting adventures for these kids... but I can't lie, I am a little excited for a few of these children to move up. Its hard when your personality clashes with a child, loving them is definitely harder...

Samson, however, told me the other day that he goes to church with Papa and when they are at church papa says, "Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!" I couldn't help but laugh. I asked him if he knew who Jesus was and he told me no. I am technically not suppose to talk to children about Jesus, but I tried to explain to him a little bit who Jesus was. Samson, his home life isn't the greatest.  It breaks my heart when mom drops him off everyday and yells at him to "shut up" if he's crying or to do whatever it is that we are doing at the time. He needs extra love, he doesn't respond to yelling, he needs a comfort. 

It makes me sad that as a daycare we can only do so much for children, and some like Samson, go home to screaming and yelling and neglect. And when we call CPS what do they do? NOTHING. I have only had to call CPS once in my life and they never called me back, but thankfully a few people called on the same matter and two got through. TWO. out of how many calls? After 24 hrs you can no longer report it... I understand that there are cases when CPS is called and they DO go out and check things out and it turns out to be nothing... but what about all the others when its more? Too many kids are forgotten and pushed to the side because "She can return your call in another 10-15 minutes" and then doesn't... Sorry about my rant but I just get frustrated!

Moving on... Brandon and I have only been working and chilling out. He is still planning on going back to school this fall... but really there is nothing too new on the home front.... except for the red dining room! 

Thats all I got for now. Maybe something more interesting later...

Today is....

This week end was a very busy week end. So, lets get started.

Friday, at work, a child was climbing on the floor (3 years old) and went under my feet. I was attempting to step around the child, when I twisted my knee from almost stepping on her. I didn't realize how this actually affected me until softball.

During softball, I was playing catcher. A couple things; 1.) I closed my eyes everytime the batter swung, I was so scared I was going to get hit. 2.) I crouched down for 3 innings, but only batted once. And finally, 3.) I caught the ball MOST of the time the batter didn't hit it! Anyway, so finally after the 3rd inning, I told Matt (coach that night) that I needed out my knee was killing, I was even starting to limp! So, he took me out of the game after just a half hr. Kinda sucked, but I knew it was a good choice. Then I got to go to family night with the rents and see many family members I don't see on a regular basis.

SATURDAY
I was supposed to go to Kelly's bridal shower, but my car was in the shop and Brandon (who forgot about the car getting dropped off to him Friday night at work) got a ride home from work friday and to work Saturday... I was at home stuck! My mom said she'd give me a ride to get the car, but wait! I still have to get a gift! So my mom came later than anticipated and bed, bath and beyond took longer than anticipated... so by the time everything was all said and done, I still missed the shower. :o(

SUNDAY
We went to church and my grandparents (Silveus side) were there so that was nice to see them. Then after church we went to Brandon's parents for lunch and ended up staying until 4:30. So, since it was raining, we came home and hung out until 9 (for our anniversary) and ended up going to my parent's after that... It was a long day, but a good day. And just an observation, Brandon is a great Uncle, which I think means he will make a great dad.... someday! ;o)

What a day...

Today started off. I woke up at 7:05 am. Had to be at work by 7:30. Left around 7:25, and though I was about to leave at 7:20... I heard a strange squeaking noise...

I looked on the other side of the of the cart in the kitchen and what did I see?

A MOUSE!

Poor thing... his foot was caught in the trap... all bloodied and he was just whimpering and whining... I almost cried. I can handle it when its BAM! Snapped ya and you never knew it, but this little guy was trying to get around in the kitchen with the trap stuck to his foot...

I called Brandon (who yes once again was just in the other room, but this time sleeping) and told him he needed to come quick!

He hurried to the kitchen and did the only thing he could do at that point in time. He "saved" the day...

In Africa, seeing mice/rats killed by bare hand, a fire poker, a foot, broom... (etc) was natural. It didn't get to me, however this morning, I must have been running on freak.

Brandon (the next brave soul in this saga) took the mouse out of its misery. I moved out of the way and watched and listened as that poor critter's life finally came to an end. I must say when people tell you that those snap-traps are quick and painless, they haven't been around our mice.

I called Ann (boss) to let her know that I was going to be late and why... She has seen video and pictures before of what our days entail when it comes to mice... I surprisingly got to work only 5 minutes late today, and Ann DID NOT want to see the proof I had of the morning's adventure on my phone...



Also, Kraft Singles cheese fights
can be quite entertaining at 1:30
in the morning...










Oh and for Brandon...

"Boom boom Clap! Boom da Clap da Clap!"

Oh what a brave soul....

Yesterday marked the first day of May. It was a great day... low in ratio at work, warm(er) outside, and it was sunny! Then, I had my first Softball game.

The first half of the first game I did not play. I stepped in for Alisha in the outfield mid-way through and let me just say, New Life scored 10 runs two innings in a row. The first game was over before we even reached 7 innings...

The second game though, I played outfield again. Then, it was my turn to bat. I swung.... miss. I swung again and POW! I hit that sucker... not too far but I did it and was almost to first... the ball made it there before me. I did not catch a ball, but I was able to get some grounders and I even hit the ball two more times... The second hit, I made it onto first and just as I got there the first baseman says to me, "Um, it's done... your guy got out." I couldn't believe it. I finally made a good hit, a good run, and that was the end of the inning! Ah, well, I suppose running like a maniac, arms out to the side, fingers spread wide (surprised I even hit it as hard as I did) was just too much celebration on the field.

We were tied for the second game for a long while, then the other team (again) scored 10 runs the last inning... we got 3-4 but it didn't help. All in all, I had fun and I think most everyone else did as well!

When we got home last night, it was about 11 or later (way past my bedtime). I had recorded a "Law and Order: SVU" that I wanted to watch from Tuesday so I turned it on. Maybe 10 minutes in Brandon yells over to me from the computer, "My parent's house got broken into." After asking him about details that he was yet unaware of, we got ourselves ready and drove to their house... basically, they live 1-2 blocks over in a different neighborhood across the street.

The police were there when we arrived and he had the black dust from fingerprinting almost everywhere. The kitchen and bedroom were ransacked (bedroom was way worse). They broke in through a window (I guess using a brick) and then broke the second door (assuming they kicked it in) and made it into the actual house. The odd thing is, nothing "important" was taken. No laptops, no camera, and the bedroom window (second floor mind you) was open and the screen was out, like my in-laws had scared the guy(s) away, or girl(s) a the case may be, and they jumped from the second story window...

After helping clean for about a half hour-hour (it was late I don't do well with time after 9... ha!) We left and came home. I was yet unable to go to sleep, a little shaken for his parents, so I turned the law and order episode back on and was becoming quite cozy when all of the sudden I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. It was greyish and had a long TAIL!

A MOUSE!

It ran into our bedroom (thankfully I had gotten all things unnecessary off the floor the night prior and was able to spot him quickly). He was hiding behind a stacked cubby unit I was able to get from work! I called brandon on his phone (yes he was in the other room) and oh so quietly said, "I need two plastic solo cups. I found the mouse and its going to die." He brought them in so quietly and when I reached over, my shadow scared the mouse and he RAN! I hurried to the bed and Brandon started to move a couple boxes we had stored under there to see if the mouse was around... we lost him.

Brandon picked up his nightstand... not there. Then he picked up my nightstand... bingo! As I am practically laying on the floor trying to see under the bed and what Brandon was revealing, the mouse took off and headed right to me. I screamed and jumped up and was about to catch that sucker when he darted again. Behind the desk... behind the dresser... oh yes! Brandon got the live trap set up in the corner... he's going, he's going... he dodged! Out under our door, and he even hesitated by the trap before making a run for the door!

I tell ya, I thought my mom was crazy on Wednesaday when she told me he walked right past my feet into the entryway. I didn't hear or see him, but when she came running at me I got the "pit of the stomach" feel and opened a cupboard to see munched chocolate chips and mouse poo... ick!

Then Thursday I found more mouse poo and decided that this little guy (sorry if you have a love for all things breathing) was going to die. I will update you when that day comes. As for now, he's being hunted...

It was a night of "brave souls"... thats for sure.