I work at a high school . . . in the front office . . . I have a lot of exposure to the kids.
I’m always hearing stories about how busy their lives are . . . homework . . . sports . . . part time jobs . . .
I’m always worried that the fast paced lives they lead at such young ages will bite them in the butt someday . . . and I tell them that frequently . . . and they don’t listen . . . they think I’m a silly old lady that “doesn’t understand” what it’s like to be young . . .
My ex-father-in-law used to say “if you can’t hear, you can feel” and I say this often to the kids . . . they don’t really understand what it means . . .
Today changed that for a few of them . . .
Today was the fall blood drive at the school. Several kids signed up to donate blood. Several of them had complications after they donated blood. The front office was filled with a parade of kids who needed to lay down or go home because they felt awful after their blood donation.
The school nurse and I were sympathetic and understanding . . . and tried to explain to the kids that they needed to take better care of themselves. Eat better. Get more sleep. Drink something other than coffee or soda or energy drinks. They looked at us like we were crazy . . . “but I have to . . . ” and gave us some long complicated story about how they couldn’t follow our advice. We told them that the “but I have to . . . ” is the reason why they feel like crap and if they don’t mind feeling like crap then keep doing what they’re doing . . . if they don’t want to feel like crap they should try our advice. After all the only thing they’re going to “lose” is feeling like crap all the time.
None of them paid any attention to us . . .
If they can’t hear . . . they can feel . . . and eventually they’ll learn that lesson
Last night there was excitement here on my street. Some sort of stand-off with the police. Nothing serious but interesting to watch. Dogs were not happy with police officers out front or in the alley.
Tonight is the complete opposite. I’m watching Law & Order SVU and listening to them snore.
Tomorrow is the USMC birthday. Makes me miss Dad more than normal – if that’s possible
Wal-Mart after dark is always interesting.
Blue Bloods is my new binge watching show.
I wonder if it’s appropriate to have an Elf on the Shelf in a Catholic school. I’m thinking of putting one in my office.
I’ve been thinking Rocky hasn’t started showing his age – and today I noticed he’s limping a little when he walks. Then I remembered his 9th birthday is next week.
Tuesday means a visit to The Homestead. Visit with Mom and the siblings with dessert. There’s always dessert.
Tuesday’s are always better than Monday.
Love is . . . braving a torrential downpour to get your dogs from the kennel because they hate thunderstorms and you can’t bear the thought of them being away from you and being afraid.
Even though you hate driving in torrential downpours and talked to them the entire drive home because you didn’t want them to think you were as afraid as they were.
Girls weekend in Amish country.
Anybody got bail money?
Things I think of while walking the dogs . . .
What in the world do I feed them that makes their poop stink so bad?
What is it about Millie’s personality that she has to be “first” to everything?
How awesome that Rocky is cool enough to let Millie always be the lead dog.
I think it’s hilarious that they remember the one time they found a cat under a big pine tree and have to sniff every time we pass the tree, they know when we get close to the house on the corner that has the dog that always barks at them, and which house their human friends with hugs and treats live at but they aren’t bothered at all to pass the house were the dog that attacked Rocky lived.
When the dogs sniff a spot and then have to pee on that spot, I wonder if that’s a dog version of Facebook. BTW . . . Millie ALWAYS has to get the last “word” in . . .
I learn something interesting from them every day.