don't hide your meds in your mustache or beard..it's messy

today at school one of the boys said, "ms. robinson, imagine if school ended at 10:00 at night! wouldn't that be cool?" the thought going through my head: yeah, it'd be about as cool as being run over by a tractor and then being dragged through cow-fertilized mud by the rotary tiller...then i heard him mention how cool recess in the dark would be. umm...no thank you!

this evening when i was petting chaco, i noticed something. he's been cheeking his meds. i don't know who he thinks he's going to sell them to. yep, it was hidden in his stache...i disguise his pill in peanut butter, but he is smart. he is able to extract it from most of the peanut butter-he then leaves just enough peanut butter to make it stick in the side of his little facial hairs. he would be the sneaky kid at the teen crisis center who knows  where to hide all of the contraband.

today i stopped and got some icy hot because along with bad back are sore muscles. it was funny watching the students trying to figure out what that smell was. and right now, the boys are going  a little crazy. it has the same effect that catnip has on kitties.

i smell like a big piece of wintermint gum.

 at lunch i had to go through the cafeteria to get to my car (where my meds had fallen between the seat and i didn't have time contort my body to reach for it). as i was passing through the cafeteria, i noticed this on the floor and wondered what in the world we were feeding our kiddos.

is it just me, or does this look 'eerily' like a milk bone treat?

so i looked around and saw one of my students popping one in his mouth and i'm sure you can imagine me hurdling over the table, diving toward him to snatch it out of his hand before he ingested this vile canine biscuit. imagining it is one thing, acting on the urge is quite another. so instead, i just asked what it was and he said, "SCOOBY SNACKS! whew! relief. (although we all know a dog treat aint hurtin' no one!-how 'bout all those grammatical errors!)

well, tomorrow is my training day-all day. i guess i'd better take some good notes! i'm sure every piece of information is going to be beneficial!

ew..never get your fingers near your mouth after rubbing icy hot on yourself-kinda' reminds me of when we lived in tegucigalpa. we were getting ready to leave the house and my brother had done something with the chili bush out front, then he rubbed his eyes and it was not a pretty sight...as i recall it, there were some tears, perhaps some shouting...he had to go back inside and flush his eyes out with water. so, there you have it.

my advice to you today: keep your icy hot fingers away from your mouth,
julie