Babbling Can Cure Sad Pants

Hi my devoted readers of babble! How was your day?? BOTH girls are sick so I am having to sit at home and miss out on helping at The Power Team tonight event tonight. That made me sad in my pants so I decided to do something to cheer myself up.

Step one: Comfy cozy pj's. It's hard to get happy in tight jeans.

Step two: Eat an ice cream sandwich. How can you be sad eating that?

Step three: Put on a movie guaranteed to cheer you up each and every time you watch it, Sister Act. When I see Nun Whoopie up there shaking her booty in her habit and those little old ladies signing I just HAVE to smile.

Step four: Babbling. I can't help it. I'm a born babbler and when I am down I need to babble to someone to work the sad out of my system. So guess who the poor saps lucky souls are that get to read my drivel babbling?

Uh huh, it's you! Don't let your excitement overwhelm you.

First I have to elaborate on a recent comment left on my blog. You may or may not have noticed someone talking about the time a student bit me on the...um, boob. Since so many of the wonderful teachers and parents from the school I currently teach at read this blog I thought it might be prudent to reassure them that I am not in the habit of letting students put their mouths on me. Well, there was that time last year that boy licked me in the face, sorta cow like with one big lick that started at the bottom of my face and went ALL the way back up, but I am told he only does that if he really likes you, so that wasn't really a lick, it was more like a compliment (see how my warped brain operates?).

Now back to the attack on my boobage. Here's what happened (and Regina, no laughing...you got enough kicks outta this when it actually happened)...

One morning I was out on my morning jog, well I walked some too, so to be fair let's call it my morning jalk (half walk, half jog)...Okay, so I was out on my jalk with a friend of mine that was an aide at our campus. She mentioned that she was going to be out for a few days and none of the other aides would cover her bus route (she road a bus and helped with some mentally handicapped children in the mornings). I immediately offered to fill in for her and we went on jalking.

Bright and early the next morning I showed up to help on her bus route. The first day was challenging, the two brothers she rode with were a little rowdy and liked to throw things at you. The youngest was cute and smiled a lot, especially when he hit you in the back of the head with the buckle on the seatbelt. That really made him happy.

The second day I came prepared. I brought some of those books with the bug eyes in them that stick out through all the pages and crack you up. I hoped that would be more entertaining that trying to kill me. My brilliant plan worked great until we stopped to drop the youngest child off. The teacher on duty by the bus drop off wanted to talk to the bus driver (this really nice man) and leaving the bus running, he hops off to answer her questions about a note he delivered to the mom for them the day before.

This is where things went terribly awry. The oldest child, I guess he was 13, suddenly makes a dash for the drivers seat of the bus, which as I mentioned a moment ago, was STILL RUNNING. Okay. This is in the morning, before school and there are children everywhere. I had visions of him throwing the bus into drive and running amuck through masses of screaming children. So I put my hands around his shoulders (he was as tall as I am...that's not really saying, much, but still he was as tall as me) and I pulled him away from the driver's seat. Somehow in the struggle that ensued he ended up facing me as he tried to lunge sideways toward the steering wheel. I yelled out the door for help from the bus driver (suddenly I understood why they had a male driver who was rather large) and while the we struggled and the driver ran towards us, the boy latched down onto my boob with all the might in his little choppers.

OUCH!

It really, really hurt. We managed to get him to detach and then I tried to pretend like nothing happened. But oh no, there was to be none of that. My lovely boss (stop laughing woman, I mean it) insisted I fill out an accident report and then called down to my room that afternoon ON THE INTERCOM and said they needed me to come down so they could take a picture of my injury (she made sure I was alone first). Of course she was kidding about the picture, but I did have one heck of a bruise from that bite.

We found out later from his teachers (we sent him to a school nearby with a life skills unit so we didn't know about his nija teeth) that this was his preferred method of attack. It would have been nice for the teachers at that neighboring school to have warned us. But it's ok. My boob and I forgive you. Good thing he bit my right boob, because my left boob is not nearly as forgiving.

Now you know the entire story and you can rest assured I shall not be attempting to turn any of your children into cannibals.

Hold on to your panties cause I have some terrific news. I am not done babbling yet! I know it is so hard to handle all this excitement, but please try (and you can stop holding your panties now, people are staring).

Last night was night number two of The Power Team Event and we had an even bigger group come up and accept Christ as their savior. I'd guess it was close to two hundred, but I haven't heard an official count. This time there were several entire families that came forward. It was so amazing!

I mentioned in my first Power Team post that my husband was a little nervous about the amount of FIRE in the high school. Last night they did the fire bit again and I snapped some pictures (of horrible quality) with my phone and I thought I'd share a few pics of what panicked my principal hubby.

This was on the stage in our high school auditorium. I guess I can kinda see why he was nervous...if I turn my head sideways...and squint just a little...yes, I can sorta see why he had a bit of anxiety over the situation.

I better hush now. Don't be too sad. I babble a lot and I'll be back later ( and seriously, let go of those panties it's getting a little weird).