An actual conversation yesterday in the middle of a handwriting lesson
student: "Whoa! Ms Murphy how do you know how to write an E?"
me: "Well, I have had a lot of practice."
student: "Oh."
Pauses...
"Ms. Murphy when you die can I be the leader of the school?"
me: "You mean you want to be a teacher?"
student: "Yeah."
me: "Well, you can be a teacher without me dying."
student: "Huh."
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Little Green Pills
As many of you know, I caught a miserable cold from my snotty nosed cherubs this past week. I believe I can safely say that I am nearing the end, but in the meantime I am still suffering through.
I visited my dear friend Lis the other day, and she told me that NyQuil is heavenly. Considering the fact that she claims to still be on the sauce even though she got over her cold a week ago, I decided if it's that good I better give it a try. I went to the store to buy this magical cold relief, but once I got to the cold medicine aisle, I decided that there was no way I could get the liquid version...too many childhood memories of gagging that stuff down. So, I decided to simply go for the pill form. Or at least I thought it would be the simple choice...
I'm not really sure what has happened in the past couple of years, but I am convinced that there are heads of major cold medicine corporations all over the country doing one of two things: they are either laughing at the thought of someone dying for cold relief, staring at all the boxes before them trying to figure out what the difference between the blue box with a red stripe and the blue box with the white stripe is, or else they are laughing as they do the backstroke through their giant indoor pool filled with money. Either way, they are cold-symptom-free and laughing and I am not.
Anyway, after staring at the million boxes before me, each with slightly different symptoms listed on the front, I decided on the NyQuil Plus caplets. The Plus means there is Vitamin C and apparently Vicks too--which, by the way, I thought Vicks was a vapor rub? If so, should I really be ingesting that? My questions as to the healthfulness of these pills were multiplied tenfold when I opened the box only to discover that the pills inside were metallic green. I'm talking my 1992 Honda Accord metallic green. Seriously? Is it really good for me to swallow a pill that looks like it has been spray painted? Well, I guess we will find out. So far I am not impressed--after all I am up at 2:30 writing this blog because I still can't breathe and I am still awake...
I visited my dear friend Lis the other day, and she told me that NyQuil is heavenly. Considering the fact that she claims to still be on the sauce even though she got over her cold a week ago, I decided if it's that good I better give it a try. I went to the store to buy this magical cold relief, but once I got to the cold medicine aisle, I decided that there was no way I could get the liquid version...too many childhood memories of gagging that stuff down. So, I decided to simply go for the pill form. Or at least I thought it would be the simple choice...
I'm not really sure what has happened in the past couple of years, but I am convinced that there are heads of major cold medicine corporations all over the country doing one of two things: they are either laughing at the thought of someone dying for cold relief, staring at all the boxes before them trying to figure out what the difference between the blue box with a red stripe and the blue box with the white stripe is, or else they are laughing as they do the backstroke through their giant indoor pool filled with money. Either way, they are cold-symptom-free and laughing and I am not.
Anyway, after staring at the million boxes before me, each with slightly different symptoms listed on the front, I decided on the NyQuil Plus caplets. The Plus means there is Vitamin C and apparently Vicks too--which, by the way, I thought Vicks was a vapor rub? If so, should I really be ingesting that? My questions as to the healthfulness of these pills were multiplied tenfold when I opened the box only to discover that the pills inside were metallic green. I'm talking my 1992 Honda Accord metallic green. Seriously? Is it really good for me to swallow a pill that looks like it has been spray painted? Well, I guess we will find out. So far I am not impressed--after all I am up at 2:30 writing this blog because I still can't breathe and I am still awake...
Monday, September 8, 2008
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood
...but a questionable night in the courtyard.
Last night I opened my bedroom window to enjoy the cool air, but as I sat in bed reading I started to hear some strange guy talking below in the courtyard. Curiosity got the better of me, so I turned out the light so no one would see me and peered outside. Um...apparently nighttime...let's say...birdwatching, has become a hobby of mine... Anyway, once I was sure I could not be seen I crannied my neck to find the source of the strange voice. I couldn't see anyone in the darkness, but I could hear the guy a little better. This is basically what I could make out:
"Turn left! Left! Move your hand to the right. No! Right. arg, ack, Get back here! I sware. Get back here."
Now, at this point I had determined a general location below where the voice was coming from, but I still couldn't make anyone out. I was still trying to make sense of the random mumblings coming from the guy when I decided that maybe it was just some weird guy who had let his dog out to go to the bathroom or something...
"Get back here. I'm going to count... 5....4....3... ow! Mother F....."
This last random utterance left me thinking...why would someone count for a dog? And for that matter, why would he be giving his dog left/right directions? Half of me was wondering if I should call the cops, while the other half was thinking, well I am in Denver...stranger things have happened then weird people talking outside my window. I was about to dismiss it all as some random drunk guy on the phone or something when I did one last scan of the courtyard...
I saw a dark figure run down the side of the house. My heart raced a little, but I tried to reassure myself that is was just some dumb guy chasing after his dog. Next thing I saw was the light of a flashlight making it's way from the opposite end of the courtyard. I was a bit relieved, figuring it was one of the neighbors going to investigate the voice. My relief quickly vanished as the flashlight came into view. Out of the darkness emerged a barrel...a long, black barrel of a drawn rifle. To say I was shocked is an understatement! There was a little reassurance that the rifle was held by a cop, but in all honesty, seeing a drawn gun 20 feet away does not make you feel safe at all. I watched (and held my breath for fear any noise would make him turn around and point the gun at me) as he peered around the corner to where the voice had been and then slowly vanished into the darkness.
My NyQuil-altered mind was having a hard time making since of the situation, but I managed to hear someone say, that's a real gun! And then the police radio say something about a second perp. I'm not sure if I was more scared or curious, but I ran into Anna's room and then down to the basement to get Jamila. After quickly retelling the events I had just witnessed we all jumped on my bed to see if we could figure out what was going on. In the shadows I was able to make out three figures around a man with handcuffs on. Shortly after the courtyard was filled with more cops. After a few minutes we heard some pops, so Jamila and I ran downstairs to see if we could see more. (Probably not the smartest thing we have ever done). We went outside and saw that there were at least 10 DPD cars on our street and a handful of cops by our stairs. In the middle of the cops- a man in bunny ears.
Yes. There is never a dull moment in Denver. Last year it was a meth-lab fire across the street, in the spring it was the murder up the street, and now it is a man with two warrants and some bunny ears. We still don't really know what was going on, but my dreams were definitely filled with SWAT teams chasing the Easter Bunny for the rest of the night. :)
Last night I opened my bedroom window to enjoy the cool air, but as I sat in bed reading I started to hear some strange guy talking below in the courtyard. Curiosity got the better of me, so I turned out the light so no one would see me and peered outside. Um...apparently nighttime...let's say...birdwatching, has become a hobby of mine... Anyway, once I was sure I could not be seen I crannied my neck to find the source of the strange voice. I couldn't see anyone in the darkness, but I could hear the guy a little better. This is basically what I could make out:
"Turn left! Left! Move your hand to the right. No! Right.
Now, at this point I had determined a general location below where the voice was coming from, but I still couldn't make anyone out. I was still trying to make sense of the random mumblings coming from the guy when I decided that maybe it was just some weird guy who had let his dog out to go to the bathroom or something...
"Get back here. I'm going to count... 5....4....3... ow! Mother F....."
This last random utterance left me thinking...why would someone count for a dog? And for that matter, why would he be giving his dog left/right directions? Half of me was wondering if I should call the cops, while the other half was thinking, well I am in Denver...stranger things have happened then weird people talking outside my window. I was about to dismiss it all as some random drunk guy on the phone or something when I did one last scan of the courtyard...
I saw a dark figure run down the side of the house. My heart raced a little, but I tried to reassure myself that is was just some dumb guy chasing after his dog. Next thing I saw was the light of a flashlight making it's way from the opposite end of the courtyard. I was a bit relieved, figuring it was one of the neighbors going to investigate the voice. My relief quickly vanished as the flashlight came into view. Out of the darkness emerged a barrel...a long, black barrel of a drawn rifle. To say I was shocked is an understatement! There was a little reassurance that the rifle was held by a cop, but in all honesty, seeing a drawn gun 20 feet away does not make you feel safe at all. I watched (and held my breath for fear any noise would make him turn around and point the gun at me) as he peered around the corner to where the voice had been and then slowly vanished into the darkness.
My NyQuil-altered mind was having a hard time making since of the situation, but I managed to hear someone say, that's a real gun! And then the police radio say something about a second perp. I'm not sure if I was more scared or curious, but I ran into Anna's room and then down to the basement to get Jamila. After quickly retelling the events I had just witnessed we all jumped on my bed to see if we could figure out what was going on. In the shadows I was able to make out three figures around a man with handcuffs on. Shortly after the courtyard was filled with more cops. After a few minutes we heard some pops, so Jamila and I ran downstairs to see if we could see more. (Probably not the smartest thing we have ever done). We went outside and saw that there were at least 10 DPD cars on our street and a handful of cops by our stairs. In the middle of the cops- a man in bunny ears.
Yes. There is never a dull moment in Denver. Last year it was a meth-lab fire across the street, in the spring it was the murder up the street, and now it is a man with two warrants and some bunny ears. We still don't really know what was going on, but my dreams were definitely filled with SWAT teams chasing the Easter Bunny for the rest of the night. :)
Why not?
Well it seems like everyone I know has a blog these days, so I figured why not give it a try?
I have to say I do feel a bit like a 6th grade girl writing in her diary though...
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I haven't written in SOOOO long! It has been really busy. Let's see... oh! Yesterday in home ec we were sewing our stuffed animals and I was sitting at a table with Shawna, and then guess who sat by me?? Yep, Josh! I can't believe it. Wow he is so cute. I heard that Sarah likes him though. But I think that Dave likes her, oh, but Jessica likes him! I think they may have gone out for like four weeks! That is so long! But Josh is so cute, and nice too! Sigh...
Well, that's it for now, I'll write more soon! (I promise to try to write every day!)
xxoo
Beth
Ok, well I promise not to subject you to an excessive amount of middle school throwbacks, but no promises that there will not be a random childhood memory thrown in here or there...I do have to revisit those years on a daily basis now that I am back in that world as a teacher after all.
I have to say I do feel a bit like a 6th grade girl writing in her diary though...
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I haven't written in SOOOO long! It has been really busy. Let's see... oh! Yesterday in home ec we were sewing our stuffed animals and I was sitting at a table with Shawna, and then guess who sat by me?? Yep, Josh! I can't believe it. Wow he is so cute. I heard that Sarah likes him though. But I think that Dave likes her, oh, but Jessica likes him! I think they may have gone out for like four weeks! That is so long! But Josh is so cute, and nice too! Sigh...
Well, that's it for now, I'll write more soon! (I promise to try to write every day!)
xxoo
Beth
Ok, well I promise not to subject you to an excessive amount of middle school throwbacks, but no promises that there will not be a random childhood memory thrown in here or there...I do have to revisit those years on a daily basis now that I am back in that world as a teacher after all.
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