how old are your feet?

I don’t remember how we got on the topic of feet size, but today at work I found myself discussing this with Cindy while some of the kids were around and listining in. The kids joined in on the topic and then Blondie asked me what "age" my feet were. Oh Blondie. I know what she meant when she asked this, she wanted to know what size shoe I wore, but I went along with it and told her my feet were six years old. She kind of looked at my feet and laughed. I then asked her the same question, to which she removed her shoe, looked at the bottom and told me "13!" I said ‘wow, your feet are older than my feet!" Then she gave me her Blondie laugh with a hair flick! I think she was impressed with the idea that she had teenager feet, and I only had kid feet. My feet are getting ready for the first grade! Blondie’s are going into eighth!

Kids are awesome!

I was happy to find Melville where I left him. I need to set him free. I will do that tomorrow if I remember. When I came into work today a little girl ran up to me and told me there was a bug that needed rescueing, and that I was to rescue it imeadiately. Some how I have become the bug whisperer or something. Anyway, I come to its aid only to find out it was a bee. Gee thanks, I love getting stung in attempts of saving innocent buzzing creature lives. But because I tend to feel bad for just about everything, I rescued it from Lake Superior, or what I like to call the baby pool, and sent it on its laboring way. The bee probably put its self in the water in an attempt to escape its miserable life of slavery.

You know, I don’t even like bugs, but I guess the kids see that I’m not afraid of them, (which is all really just an act) and come to me for all their buggy needs. Well, thats not true, I am afraid of a lot of bugs, but there are some that don’t bother me. I have gotten use to them from being around kids. Just don’t make me deal with a spider. No, not going to happen. Spiders are out to get me, I truely believe this. I have had many close encounters to prove this. Or worms. I can’t stand them, or the smell of them. Its one of the worst smells…that smell after rain. Oh its so gross….I have a clear memory of being in 5th grade and having to sit in a class room that reeked of that smell. It had just rained and all the 5th graders were in a classroom watching a movie at the end of the day. A door that lead to outside was proped open and the smell filled the room. I felt so sick from that smell that I thought I wasn’t going to make it out of the room alive. I cringe thinking about that. After that I hated the 5th grade teachers for putting me through that torture. It was a cruel and unusual punishment. The movie was suppose to be a treat for us all, but I would have rather walked on glass….Oh wait, no, I had already done that before, and it didn’t end well….I would have rather…uhhh I don’t know, but you get the point!

I feel ill now.

I stepped on a slug tonight. That made me feel ill too. I guess thats what I get for walking around bare foot all the time. I adore shoes, but in the summer, I only wear them if I have to. Im lucky when it comes to work because I don’t have to wear then because no one is really around to notice and the kids don’t care. I tend to misplace many shoes this way, but they always show up somewhere.

I lose alot of stuff. The other day I thought I lost my work keys. I found them in a lunch box the next day! Go figure. Im the type that thinks they lost thier sunglasses when really they are on you!

Absent minded much????

See, I lost the meaning of this entry! Can’t you tell!

Today we watched The Muppets Wizard Of Oz during rest time. It was my choice. (noooooooooo) It cracks me up, Toto is a crawlfish with a sapnish accent. In the original movie/book the gang wallks through a poppy field, but in the Muppets version, they walk into a hippie style club called The Poppy Field. The "bouncer" at the door of The Poppy Field has dreads and is spaced out. It the best part. The tables in the club have vases filled with poppies, and their is a bunch of colorful neon lights all around! Why oh why can’t this place be real?? Its like the Korova Milk Bar! Where can I find me one of those.

Wishfull thinking!