FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO KNOW...

HERE ARE UPDATES on some of my postings/MISE À JOUR

My aunt sold her house.  Youpi!  How WONDERFUL for her!!!  As to whether Saint Joseph can take the credit for that?  I will leave that up to you to decide.

Below is the piece of playground equipment on which that poor little kindergartner cut his head open, right between the eyes.  I still shudder thinking of the incident.  That day is one that I will n-e-v-e-r forget.  After I washed the blood off my hands, I proceeded to teach thirty-one five year old children, pretty much by myself.  Three students were absent, in what is a team teaching classroom.  Both teachers were out for training, so who was my team teaching supply colleague?  Bless his heart... a twenty-six year old, pony-tailed, tattooed, and ear pierced recent BA graduate, without a single, solitary day of TEACHER training under his belt.  (Doubt he was wearing one, either!)  Have I already mentioned that there is a supply teacher shortage?  He did his best, but I had to take the lead.  He couldn't take any initiative, because he was clueless, poor man.  Fortunately for me, the children  were ALL adorable, little angels and we had a MARVELOUS day together.  At the end of the day, a little cutie comes up to me, holding a lunchbox, and asks me if she can take it home to Tristan. Tristan is the little one who had had the accident in the school yard.  I asked her, "Why, sweetie?  Do you live near him?"  Her reply?  "Yes, he's my brother."  That is how I found out he was her twin!!! N+O+W who was clueless??

I finished that five hundred piece puzzle, which had been one of my January challenges. Doing the puzzle was a snap!    Figuring out HOW to get the puzzle OUT of the box, (one of those really tight, slide-out jobies), only took me three days to figure out.  T-H-A-T was the REAL challenge.

In closing, this update wouldn't be complete, if it didn't mention "poop" in some way, shape or form.  I inadvertently have been blogging on that subject, W-A-Y TOO much.  I promise this is my last "SHI*?!" story.  Vimy and I went out for a long walk late one night recently.  I usually stick to my immediate neighbourhood, but this time, I went further, closer to downtown.  It was after a storm and there were few people about. Remember my blog about feeling safe? Well, for a few seconds, I was a little apprehensive.  At one point I turned around, and saw that there was a tall, slim, hooded person walking behind me.  I slowed down, and stopped, letting Vimy do usual "pisse-minute" gig, all the while thinking, "What do I have as a weapon, if this person approaches me?"  All I had was Vimy's leash, and ANOTHER BIG BAG of dogie do!!  I figured if worse came to worse, I could swing it at him, trying to knock it about his head or something.  Ridiculous eh?  Thankfully, the dark stranger passed us by. Just like me, he was going home.