caterpillars

It's that time of year again, we got our caterpillars at school. The kids love them and can't stop looking at them. They especially love that they can say the word frass (caterpillar poop) constantly and not get in trouble. One of my kids started shaking their cup last week and I said, "Stop! You're scaring the frass out of him!"

So Thursday after school I decided to try something new. I decided to put them into our butterfly pavilion to make their j's and chrysalis instead of them doing it in their cups and me transferring. While I was doing this I was reminded of my bonehead move my first year teaching. So that year I was constantly telling the kids not to touch the cake containers (what I used before the pavilion) because if they touched them the chrysalides would fall and they would all die. So they were awesome, didn't touch it, nothing fell, it was great...until one morning. I was standing on a chair putting something on the wall above the containers, and on my way down my hand hit one of the containers and it fell on the floor! And of course, every single chrysalis fell as well.

I started freaking out! I ran next door and asked Nichole what I should do. I decided in that moment there was NO WAY I was going to tell them the truth. I mean, how can I cop to doing what I kept telling them not to do?! So when they came in that morning I told them the bad news, and that the janitor was the person responsible. I know, it was wrong for me to blame the janitor, but better them be mad at him than me. So far this year I've only knocked one off, but luckily we have so many no one will know. I'll be curious if they all make it this weekend. We may even have some butterflies on Monday.

running and crazy relatives

I have been really discouraged with my running lately. I wasn't where I thought I should be and started thinking this whole thing was a stupid idea. I talked to Crissy and she definitely helped me realize a few things about myself as a runner. That being said, I ran the best I ever have today! I even sprinted for my last minute because, well, why not? I'm hoping I will have an ever better run tomorrow after school.

That being said, I officially have 16 days to prepare for the Bun Run with Crissy and Jillian. I am determined to run the first mile, and then who knows after that. (I will run even longer if Carson is in the baby bjorn. Let's work on that Crissy. I'm sure he would want to be cheering you on! Maybe the bouncing will get his mind of his teething?)

On to my dad's family. Those who knows the stories, feel free to jump down to the new craziness. So my dad has an older sister who I met when I was 2 and have never seen again. She is...was...friends with the Hell's Angels in California. She lived in a hippie commune and married Peter Coyote. (If you pick up his book which I'm sure everyone is running to do right now, there's a naked picture of my aunt in there.) She also lived on a bus for awhile, and married some Taxi driver who may or may not have spoken English. At this point I have no idea anymore. Oh, she also had all her teeth with fillings pulled (which was a lot of her teeth) because she felt the stuff they used on fillings back then was some way the government was trying to track her, or control her. Who knows with Eileen. Because of this most of her food is blended up for her.

My dad's younger sister, Barbara, has a daughter who has been in contact with Eileen for the last few years, maybe longer. Because of this Kim has turned crazy. She now goes by Rain. Yeah, like the weather. She also has lived in communes and has recently started back up with her blog. Keep in mind my dad and my other, sane, Aunt Diane have read this blog. Here are her last two entry titles: "Sex For One," and "Sex With Boundaries." Apparently she has now taken to her blog to explore her sexuality, and share it with everyone. Gross. No thanks. The worst part is, now that my sister informed me of her new blogging, I have to read it. It's like passing by a wreck on the road. You don't want to look, but you can't stop yourself. Thanks a lot Rebecca.

luna-tic update

I had an appointment for Luna today at 9:15. Unfortunately, she started throwing up woke me up at 4 am. Sad for Luna, and for me. When we got to the vet Luna was already pissed about being in her crate and having to smell all these dogs and cats coming around. Every time she heard or saw a dog she started hissing, meowing, and growling at them. Finally at 10 we went to a room and a doctor saw us. She then took Luna for a urinalysis and figured out her bladder and lower intestines are inflamed. So she got a shot for the inflammation and another shot of antibiotic to help avoid getting a UTI. I also have to put her on this new diet so she won't get more inflammation and UTI's. Apparently once you get one, you're prone to getting them.

The only good thing that came out of this (other than the fact that she will stop peeing in my bed and in my bathroom sink....hopefully, and that she will be feeling better) is that I learned something new about Norman Rockwell. He was a lover of Michael Jackson. Please note Michael in the top left corner looking down lovingly at the child holding a dog.

luna-tic

I am LIVID! So in one of my last posts I wrote about how Luna peed in my bed while I was laying next to her. Well later that night, she peed on my bed again. Luckily I had an egg crate on it so it didn't get on my matress. Needless to say, I had to take my comforter in, wash my sheets, throw out and get a new egg crate. I hadn't seen her pee anywhere else, so I assumed everything was fine.

Until roughly 3 minutes ago. I should have known it was coming. When I was in the bathroom earlier getting ready, she squatted in the sink and was surely going to pee had I not turned the water on to get her out of the bathroom. So 4 minutes ago I cleaned out her litterbox and the second I walked back into my room after cleaning it and throwing it away, she's squatting on my bed. AGAIN! (And no Meghan, she did not look like she was straining.) UGH! Now I'm wondering if she's just been peeing all over my apartment and I can't smell it. Whoever has a good nose, I'll pay you to come and smell around my apartment. I'll also be calling to vet today to see if they can take out her bladder or something. Awesome start to a day.