I have to tell you family...I am a little disappointed in the lack of blogging that thas been happening lately. Do exciting things this weekend and post them on here immediately!
I have a quick school story for you. So I bought praying mantis's to hatch. Thought it would be a little more interesting than the usual old butterflies. Finally got them in the mail. Very exciting. Started searching youtube for some videos that I could show my kids about the praying mantis. Turns out...they are awful! They eat each other; when they hatch they look like little see through disgusting worm things. Sick! I think that I may be very much regretting this decision that I made within the next few weeks. Cross your fingers that they don't all turn on each other and make my second graders cry as they have to watch it happen :)
Also...for those of you who don't know. April is poetry month. I don't especially like poetry; however, I do like Shel Silverstein. We read the giving tree today and I almost started crying while reading it. It reminds me of each and every one of you. I know, without a doubt, that you would all do absolutely anything that you could for me, without hesitation, and that is one of the reasons that I love you all so very much. If you haven't read it...you should. Such a great story. I'll leave you with my favorite Shel Silverstein poem. I can relate VERY well to little Peggy Ann McKay.
Hugs from Fairbury!!!
SICK
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is---what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
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