Back To School #5

9th/10th Grade- Mr. Yatlor (Man, I enjoy making up  or messing up names..)..Mr. Yatlor was really cool.  He taught English and Art.  I was in his English Class in 9th grade and TA ed for him in 10th.  As you can see, that was sort of trend with me.  Anyway, I remember in Mr. Yatlor’s class when I really liked this guy and we were coming up to reading Romeo and Juliet in class.  I was going to read the part of Juliet and I so wanted Jack to read Romeo.  So, I talked to Mr. Yatlor one day and asked him to make Jack read Romeo.  On my gosh, it was funny.  I read my part with such feeling and he was like a brick (if bricks could read.)  He hated every minute of it, you could tell.. but I secretly won that round and I was in the clouds.  Yes, Jack really was my Romeo…or so I thought.  We actually dated after high school and that’s a whole nother story.  It turned into a nightmare of sorts because Jack was a drug addict. ..but I digress;

The students called Mr. Yatlor; “Little Hitler” behind his back because he sort of looked like him.  He was a short man, and he sort of wore his hair and mustache the same way.  He was really nice though and would let you have some fun but.. if you didn’t do the work, your grades fell short..that’s just the way it was.  He was sort of stickler that way.

Ppart of my job as Teacher’s Aide was reading the Daily Bulletin to the class and for some reason, this was the time the class decided it would be fun to talk over me.  One day, I had a plan.  Every time they started loudly talking, I stopped reading.  After this happened twice.  I lost it and yelled at them:  “Look, I don’t have to read this!”  They looked at me in shock then looked at Mr. Yatlor as if to ask if I was allowed to yell at them.  Mr. Yatlor calmly looked back at them and said, “She’s right.  She doesn’t.”

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Back To School #4

When it’s 10:15 CA time and nobody’s read my blog, I guess it’s time to write a post: so here we go:

7th/8th Grade-Mr. Saksee-Science….   Mr. Saksee was awesome.  I first had him for Science in 7th grade.  He actually made Science fun.  Except the day of the frog dissection which wasn’t fun when some guy cut out the eyes of the frog and ran around like an idiot showing them off to all the girls freaking us out and cutting off the legs of the frog making them dance on his desk.  Gross!

Anyway, Mr. Saksee showed lots of films in his class.  He also had some live animals.  One of those were not fun either.  He had a snake in the back of the room along with live mice.  For some reason he chose our class in which to feed the snake almost Every time.  He would pick a volunteer (boy) to feed the snake and everyone in the class (most everyone, some of us would cover our eyes and practically cry for the mouse) would watch as the snake went after the mouse and ate the poor mouse.  He also had a beautiful Gecko named Spot.  Now, that thing was awesome!  It was beautiful with different colors all over it.  After class, I would stay and talk to Spot and yes, I would talk to Mr. Saksee too.  He had pictures of his previous students in the back room where the water sinks were.

Anyway, Mr. Saksee and I became friends, I think.  I’ll bet he would have made a great Mentor..however:

Boy, could that man embarrass me! 🙂

He nicknamed me “Bunny” for various reasons.  One day, I was sent by another teacher into Mr. Saksee’s room.  The students were in the middle of watching a film and it was dark.  I swear this really happened, Mr. Saksee stopped the film, turned on the light and said with a smile, “Bunny, it’s so good to see you!”  I think I dropped what I was going to give him and ran away.  Later, I had a little chat with him about when it is appropriate to stop films and turn on lights, etc.

Also, from then on, everyone called me “Bunny”.

I still use the nickname, “Bunny.”  My real name is very common.  If I go karaokying and there are to many people with my name, I go by Bunny.  One time, I volunteered to work with disabled children and there were to many people working there with versions of my real name so I said “Okay, you can call me Bunny.”  We had a name tag made up and everything.  The children loved it.  They laughed.  Of course, try saying the word “Bunny without smiling,  it’s a little difficult.

My View On Hunting

Yesterday, I walked outside to clean up after my dog and I saw a bird laying on it’s side..dead.  I felt so bad.  If you hadn’t looked closely you would  think he was sleeping.  Poor thing.  I obviously didn’t want to touch him due to possible ‘bird flu” but I felt even worse when I showed my husband and he told me to “Pick it up and throw it in the trash”.  This is one of God’s creatures.  That just didn’t feel right to me.  So I dug a hole with a shovel (probably not as deep as I should have) and buried the bird.  I’ve been praying for that little bird ever since.

As you can tell by the above story, I am a total animal person.  I once hit a Possum that ran in front of my car and the first thing I did was call Animal Control to make sure it didn’t have babies in its pouch.  My husband and I had our honeymoon in San Diego so we could hit the zoo and the wild animal park plus, we had dog and cat figures on the tiers of the cake since we only had one bridesmaid and one groomsman.

Anyway, I have a niece who married a man who likes to hunt.  He actually hunts Antelope, Elk, Deer, etc and brings it home to eat.  They live in Arizona so it is not like they live in an area where they have to hunt in order to eat.  Her husband just won an award or something for killing the largest Elk in a certain area (I think).  I try really hard to keep my mouth shut on the whole issue but it gets harder and harder as time goes on.  I can just imagine their house with Trophy Heads all over the walls.  I am trying to get closer with this niece and her family but this issue is really tough for me.  My young, Great-Nephews are even getting into hunting now and my niece now has her own bow for target practice.  She says there is no way she could kill an animal but I know she may as well end that sentence with the word….Yet.

Anyway, to clarify: I don’t believe in hunting unless it is absolutely necessary.  We are not Indians and this is not the caveman era.  We have tons of stores now.  Unless you work in the actual field which most of us don’t, there is no reason to hunt an animal for food anymore.  As for keeping down the population; who are we to decide that?  Doesn’t God make that decision or survival of the fittest?  I think its horrible to put those innocent animals in that position.  It’s bad enough we’ve built houses in their territories plus, half the time they are just being animals and get killed for that.

In other news…My first visit with the Anal/Colorectal Surgeon is scheduled for Monday.  Yes, it is a man.  I had no choice in that.  Please pray he is professional and he can help me and heal me of this pain.

Tribute To My Sister

I wish I could give an award to a commenter because my sister actually commented and it totally surprised me.  I always knew she read this blog but it means a lot to me that she commented.  (Just don’t tell/remind my other sister that I even have this blog, please.  Yeah, I technically/physically have another sister but we have lost contact..her choice, long story..probably not a long story but one I don’t wish to get into now.)     Anyway, this post is about this sister whom I guess I can call ‘Lady’ since it’s better than Sis and part of her sign-on.  She knows why I won’t use the first part.

Lady and I are 8 years apart in age.  She is 8 years older than I.  We have always been close but have had our times.  She is the one that I actually grew up in the house with as there is a major age gap in the rest of my siblings ages and I.  (My brother is 20 years older than I and the other sister I speak of is 15-18 years older than I),  anyway, Lady and I have been through a lot of interesting things together.  My parents would take a lot of trips  for the wknds and leave Lady and I alone.  During one of these trips, I started my period.  (Now if you’re a man..you may or may not want to continue reading but I promise this isn’t gross.)  I was in the truck with Lady and her boyfriend and I whispered in Lady’s ear that we had to stop at the store and don’t tell J. why.  J. was being funny and refused to stop until Lady told him why so she had to.  Anyway, when we  got to the store, I freaked out and did not want tog o in because I did not want to go to a male register clerk.  Guess what?  The store only had male register clerks.  I was terrified they would say something.  Lady told me they couldn’t, it was illegal.  I remember grabbing something off the shelf and staring straight at the guy daring him to say something.  I would have run out of the store.  It’s funny but do you ever notice that women or men when buying things for their women never buy just that item but usually have to buy Coke or Chips or some other item they didn’t even come for too?  It’s a fact of life but it’s the embarrassment factor that still kicks in.  Yet, most of us have no problem buying toilet paper.

Lady was there the first time I got drunk after I broke up with my first boyfriend,   She used to kick me out of her room when I wasn’t even in it; I was standing in the doorway being the annoying, little sister, she and I would wake each other up on Christmas morning then wake up my parents so we could open presents and one year we got matching stuffed dogs.  I still have mine and if she ever comes across hers; I still want it.  Plus, one year she gave me a box of rocks for Christmas and I started freaking out and crying until she gave me my “real” present.  Lady and I would also sing songs while she played guitar as we both have that talent; and the best times ever is singing the song ‘where Have All The Flowers Gone” by Peter, Paul and Mary. together.

Now, that mom has passed away; Lady is my rock and the sister I’ve always wanted and needed.  I can share things with her I didn’t think I could before and she is understanding.  Our relationship is stronger now.

Unfortunately, a lot of our sisterly breaks were caused by my mother. (not the one above referring to my other sister, though.)

I love you Lady, and I am glad we are sisters and alway’s will be!  Thank you for reading and commenting on my blogs and thank you for being you.

Back To School Story-#3

Mr. Rensk-6th Grade (No Celaniey-Girl, not even close to his name…switch the letters around and figure it out.  No true names on WP.)  Before I get into this one, you need to remember that this was in the 70’s.  Teachers were allowed to touch the students without fear of sexual harrassment all the time.  Teachers were actually trusted.  Teacher molestation was unheard of at those times.

Mr. Rensk was awesome.  He read stories to us and let us sit on his lap while he did so.  He picked different children in the class, not just one so he didn’t play favorites but he had a favorite thing to do with me.  I was the smallest child in the room, heck I was probably the smallest and thinnest child in the school due the metabolic disorder I was born with and being sick a lot.  Anyway, just for fun, Mr. Rensk would see me at at lunch and with the other students egging him on..he would literally pick me up and put me in the nearesst trash can feet first.  Usually, it was an empty trash can or maybe a few papers at the bottom..like before everyone threw the trash away..and he would only leave me there for a minute or so so everybody could laugh and have a good time.  I was way to short to get out by myself and it was always in good fun.  I will always remember Mr. Rensk with fondness.

I am trying to go by grade but memories are coming back prior so I am going backward a bit with one class I remember.  While I don’t remember the teachers name;  I do remember when I did a bad thing in class.  Now usually, I was a good girl and did the work the best I could but alway’s flunked the tests.  You said the word, “Test” and I would completely blank out and it never mattered how long I studied or what I had known..unless it was spelling because I’ve loved words.  Anyway, in this class..whatever year it was; the whole class planted flowers to learn about how they grew.  Everyone must have been at lunch or left or something because it was me and a boy there and the boy said he had a “magic potion” that would make the plants grow faster if we sprinkled it on them.  All the plants were lined up in the window with the buds or sprouts or whatever starting to show.  Well, What would you do?  Wouldn’t your classmates be excited if their plants grew quicker and they had you to thank for it?  You guessed it..I fell for it.  He gave me some white powder and both of us put it all over the plants.  Imagine my surprise coming into class the next day I think, to find a very, Angry, teacher  telling the class to thank me and whomever the boy was for killing all the plants by putting SALT on them.  Then, when she asked me why and I told her what he said, she asked me if I was stupid.  I remember that.  That’s the day I learned that salt will kill plants.

Just so you know, salt will kill snails too.  My mother taught me that one.

What Do You Fear?

It’s hard to believe Halloween is practically around the corner.  The year seem to be flying by.  I am trying to finish my Christmas shopping and dreading the bills each month.  But back to Halloween.  Actually before I get to that..since my brain is being weird tonight.  Do you have any Fears?  I have two main one.  Heights and Haunted Houses.

Heights-   I can’t do them.  I can do Airplanes; especially when we are on top of the clouds because then I feel as if I can simply walk on the cloud and God is with me but otherwise, I swear I am going to fall.  You won’t catch me in a Penthouse Suite and don’t ask me to stand at the edge of your balcony.  I cannot stand those romantic movies or even those killer type movies where one person has the other dangling over a balcony.  I can’t do hotels higher than the 7th? floor.  Actually, I think I’ve made it to the 7th so far.  I don’t remember exactly and 9/11 didn’t help.  I’m terrified of being caught in a high building during a fire or God Forbid, another 9/11 attack.  Needless to say, I can do the 2nd or 3rd floor at most but I would probably almost always have a back yard.

Haunted-Houses-  Okay, so my sister had this friend while we were growing up and the friend had a brother and I swear these people were just mean to me.  The girl would invite me to her house and lock me in the hallway and her older brother and his friend would have nylon masks over their heads and they would terrify me.  I remember running into the bathroom to get away and having one of the boys rising from the bathtub.  They even locked me in their garage once.  I was petrified as they jumped out and scared me to no end.  Needless to say, I still cannot handle things that jump out and scream.  I know they are people but my mind can’t handle it.  Plus, the ambience and the whole idea that I can’t get out to run away.  I tried going to a Haunted-House with a school group or something one time after this girl and her brother did this, and I went hysterical and my mother got mad and embarrassed and had to take me out of the Haunted House.  I did make it through the Queen Mary and there was a Haunted House to go through first which I really didn’t want to go through but they wouldn’t let you go through the Queen Mary unless you go through the Haunted House so I literally ran through the Haunted House, I don’t remember the Queen Mary.  My boyfriend at the time said he missed the whole thing because I ran so fast.  I’ve also been to Knott’s Scary Farm one time at least but it’s gotten worse over the years and now there are mazes so I refuse to go.  My husband likes this sort of thing so he goes with his friends.  I can watch it on the computer or watch a scary movie but that’s as close as I’ll get.

Please share some of your fears and if you know how you got them.  Don’t be ashamed, we are all friends and we really don’t know each other.

Specialist Instructions and Onward

The referral to the surgeon has been approved and I am going to call tomorrow to get things set up.  I guess the medical director had to give the okay for the change.  I don’t know why it was such a hassle to get a closer doctor.

Anyway, a few things the specialist did advise is to take a Sitz bath or sit in the bath two times a day to relax the muscles and to take Metamucil instead of the Fiber I’ve been taking.  Metamucil, really?  I hope it comes in a pill now.  I remember that stuff was gritty.  And two baths a day?  You know how if you are in thew ater to long you come out looking like a prune, I wonder if I can lose weight in my ass cheeks by doing this.

 

Remembering School Games

Last night I was thinking about childhood games in school.  A few of the games I could not stand wre Red Rover, Dodgeball, Tetherball, and Kickball. Okay, pretty much anything with Ball in the title.  I was one of the smallest, thinnest, weakest children in school.

Red Rover was ridiculous.  In case you’ve forgotten;  Children form two lines in teams, hold hands tightly and call someone over from the other team to run and break across the line of tightly held arms. If they break through  they bring someone back from that team to their team and the object is to get the most players on the team.  I never broke through the line.  I ran as fast as I could and the other children still said, “Oh she is easy  to hold back.”.

Dodgeball – Dangerous..can’t get away.  “Let’s aim for her.  She can’t run.  She’s OUT!”

Tetherball – Ther’s a great one for a small, weak, child.  Why don’t we sock a ball wildly on a pole and see if she can sock it back.  oops, it hit her in the head.  “Your okay?  That’s good.  Well, the ball wrapped itself around the pole so your’r OUT!”

Kickball and or Softball.. Let’s pick teams…”Darryl, You and Tommy, You be the Captains.  Let’s have everyone line up”  So  I’m waiting..and waiting..and waiting..and……  hmm, it’s getting hot.  Come on, let’s play already.  Only 4 of us left, whoops there goes Lori, Oh no, he picked Todd.  It’s only Cheryl and I left.  Here’s the discussion.  “I don’t want her, she can’t run.”  Well, I don’t want her, I don’t want to lose.”  “Okay, I guess we will take her.”  I do remember one time, I got really pissed off and kicked the ball so hard I ran three bases but most of the time, I just couldn’t do it.  I was OUT!

P.E. in school never was good for my self-esteem.

Wait, except one time…. There was this boy.  I had a crush on this boy and I just could not get across the Monkey Bars.  We called them that.

The bars that went all the way across from one end to another and you used your hands to get across.  Well, I practiced and practiced.  One day, we were all in line to do those bars.  He called me up to go in front of him.  All the children in class thought he was crazy saying I couldn’t do it.  I wanted to impress him so much…………….

I did it!  I made it all the way across those bars for the first time ever!

I think I will thank him for bringing up my self-esteem that day because I don’t think I ever told him this story.

What old school games do you remember and how do/did  they make you feel?

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My Mindset Switch

When something truly upsets me and I need to change my mindset I found a way to flip a switch in my brain and do just that.

This is what happened with my feelings on the child issue.

I grew up playing with dolls.  I loved dolls.  I was even in a magazine ad with the doll, ‘Baby Tender Love’ and my parents bought me the doll after that.  Heck, I probably would have been a good mother.  I remember I used to visit my friends and one friend thought I was nuts when I would sit on the floor and play a game with her son.  Plus, I loved baby-sitting and not just for the money.  I took care of three Lithuanian children for three weeks straight one Summer and the younger ones barely spoke English.

I was born with a very, rare, metabolic disorder and my parents and doctors kept stressing the fact that they didn’t know if I would survive having children or if  the child would survive .  I wound up marrying a man who did not want children.  Before we got married, we had actually broken up for a few because he decided he didn’t want children and I hadn’t made a decision yet.  While, I really like children, I really did not have that pull on my heartstrings (like most women) where I had to have a child to complete me..but if God blessed me with a child, I would definitely accept it.  Anyway, my husband (to be at the time) and I got back together and he said he really hadn’t decided ether and he loved me and if he had a child; it would be with me.

Then:..I had a pregnancy scare.  It turned out it was a Thyroid Problem..That is also when we discovered I had Kidney Disease.  That is also how I discovered my husbands feelings for children really had not changed and he DID NOT Want them.  In my heart I actually knew this fact but I must admit I was a bit surprised by the reaction..I told him to Get A Vasectomy.

About 1-2 years ago, my doctor informed me that I probably could never have had children even if I wanted to due to my ovaries or something.  He told me this was probably known even while I was young.  Now, this is the part that not only stunned me but really hurt.  If doctors had known this when I was young, why was it not told to me then?  It may have changed the people I dated plus it completely changes your feelings to know that you could never have been a natural mother even had you wanted to..So:

I changed my mindset when it comes to children.  It hurts to know I could never have had any had I wanted to.  The best thing to do is to focus on something else.  Babies are okay, but toddlers can get annoying.  Parents need to parent them.  I don’t want to play or get close. (Yes, Relatives, I will.)  Others that have the same disease I do have had normal children without the disease; I’ll bet doctors are wrong. But I’ve flipped that mental switch and that’s how I handle that situation.

2nd Situation

My husband has a relative I was really close to.  I was like her daughter, I thought.  I was not real close to my family and I really grew to love this one person; I would visit her and spend time with her just like a daughter would.  Then, she moved and I was devastated.  I knew it would completely change our dynamic.  She moved to be with her other relatives.  At first when we would visit her, I would cry on the way home and tell my husband I wanted to move the two-three hours drive away.  However, he said we were never going to move there.  He got tired of hearing it.  So:  I flipped the switch, I changed my mindset.  I did not start treating her differently but in my mind, I let her go and realized she is his family.   A marriage may be Yours, Mine and Ours but the outside families will always be His and Hers.

I mainly make the main focus now on us which is just Me and Him.

How do you deal with some of your issues?  Do you have a mind control switch like me or do you think maybe I am just crazy?  No wait, Remember my name.

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