hodgepodge

i thought i was one of the lucky ones. the one that doesn't get allergyface. that is a lie. the trees are attacking my face.

many hearty congratulations to b.e.t. and bonita. so very glad for them, and if you ask him about it, you'll hear the damn funniest proposal story i've ever heard. so bentao. he better pay for our gas to san diego.

kei is staying with us this week because he has to go to some nerdshop thing in santa clara. i am happy to say that we will take full advantage of his wallet and eat regularly on his dime.

hideyo and i made lemonade. it's yummy, though it has an insane amount of sugar in it. then i made a pitcher of iced tea. and now i have a thermos full of arnold palmer. hip hip hooray.

hideyo has begun his life as a sub. i worry about kids being mean to him, but i forget my boy comes from the ghetto ... i think he knows how to scare a few measly asian kids at aragon. go honey.

i think i'm running out of energy to deal with children. i can't tell if my tolerance is just lower, or if i'm just losing my touch. i can't stand being manipulated or bitched around by by a fifteen-year-old flunkie. when i say you have to take your turn sitting next to the stinky kid, goddamnit, you shall sit by the stinky kid. you cannot tell me "i won't sit by the stinky kid, and i won't take a cut for your class for leaving, so whatcha gonna do about it?" YOUR FACE, SISTER. get the hell out of my room and don't come back until your lobotomy is finished and you've become a real person.

and after that rampage, i sit and think about what the Lord has to say about it, and then my head explodes. this centering/meeting with the Lord bit every day is CHALLENGING. it makes me have to think about new ways to deal and interact with the student teacher i can't stand or the student that tries to bitchslap me every day. Lord help me. what do You see in them that i don't?

the trees are still attacking my face and it's only 7:40.