Crazy, crazy for feeling so blue....

So, it's over. The big game. I am attempting to think on the bright side and reflect on what a good game it was. On the dark side though, there was our rush defense that disappeared, the penalties that lost the game (helmet to helmet!!), Barringer's injury (the safety, through which position OSU ran two huge plays) and the dang turf that caused many a ball carrier and defender to slip.

Crable, that dratted penalty. But then, he was pretty on top of things...har har pun intended


And then there was Hart:


And Hart:


And More Hart:


Go Blue, Rematch!!

All in all, a busy weekend. I went to no less than four functions/parties. Including the new Bond flick, which was incredible. I cried. Hey! I went in expecting guns, explosions, car chases and floozies! Instead I got drama and character development! I was unprepared! I was also unprepared for UofM's crushing losses (Bo and the Game). But oh well, we won't go there.

Speaking of unprepared: the semester ends in three weeks! Ask me if I've finished my website, my portfolio, my paper(s), and my final projects......nyope. say la vee.

Permit me a Cruel Chuckle...

Well, it's been some time hasn't it? I don't really have much to post about, I just felt that two weeks is a pretty substantial interval between posts. I will let that be a testimony to how busy I am.

Two weekends ago I was home and had a blast at a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert in Detroit with Donal and two other friends. That same group then went to the Michigan/Ball State game the next day. The concert was awesome, my throat hurt from screaming for an encore. The game was...good...a little too close but amazing just the same. Guess who was there?

Jean Luc Picard!!?! He conducted the Marching Band in the Star Trek theme. I was beside myself. Basically, I screamed myself hoarse that weekend.

Then I did homework and took a test, got an A on that test and my last Graphics project, slept a moderate amount, got peed on several times, and read Mrs. Dalloway and cried during both the book and the movie.

This weekend was a lot of fun, very busy. Lots of people came to visit. Donal, Maryn, Daniel, and some other friends. On friday night Donal and I went out with some of my friends to a bar called "Shots," I didn't do any though. Just had two beers. Said beers then caused me to fall asleep during the watching of "One Fine Day" that night with sisters, Noelle, and Donal. Much to their amusement apparently. Saturday, Donal and I went out to breakfast at a place called "New B to Paul and Christy's (a family I babysit for, also friends) so that they could finally meet my "hairy sexy man." We watched the Michigan game (woot woot....) and then Donal, Grace (oldest kid) went on a "Mission" to Taco Bell, McDonald's and a Party Store to pick up dinner. We stayed for dinner, family prayers, bedtime and then hung out some more afterwards. We didn't leave until 11 :) When we got home, there were a brazillion people over watching disney's Robin Hood. I love that movie to death. "Sudden! Instant! and even...immediate death!" They don't make 'em like they used to. Sunday a bunch of us went to Mass and then out to lunch/brunch at a mediterranean restaurant. Lauren left straight from the restaurant for a concert on campus I gave her my keys... When the rest of us returned to our house I walked up the steps...reached for my keys...@#^@@$*!! I gave them to lauren, we were definitely locked out. We eventually managed to break in through our bedroom window (I remembered I'd left it unlocked after checking how cold it was last week). After everyone left, I managed to get a bit of research done for my family paper, in the form of old family letters. Quite hilarious actually. When Lauren returned from her concert, we went over to the Parr's so I could practice guitar for UCO with Jim. Since a water main broke in Kirkhof, UCO was relocated to the Guys' house downtown. We played spoons (elena broke her nail into my wrist...ouch), darts, fuzzball and messed around for many hours. Those of us of Age consumed a small amount of alcohol. I've decided I'm a big fan of Leinenkugel. Good times. I was quite exhausted and this morning I was yawning my face off and little Grace said "Looks like Miss Mishler is tired, did you go to bed at the right time last night?" I answered merely "No I didn't, I should have gone to bed a lot sooner." Those kids... :)

Anyways, speaking of having a lot of work to do...

Trick or Pee

Well, it's that time of post again. The Pee post. But I promise this is a funny one.

It's Free Choice time in 3 yr. old Preschool. That wonderful 45 minutes or so of absolute and total bliss for the kids. Usually we have an art project going that we cycle the kids through. So Mrs. C's doing art and I'm monitoring the water table in order to avoid wet children and/or classroom.

Betty walks up to me and says very matter-of-factly "Miss Mishler, I can't stop what I'm doing." I'm puzzled by this statement.

"Well Betty, you can choose to stop if you want, you don't have to play at the water table."

"No, this!"

And she lifts her skirt to reveal her tights. As I watch in bemusement, the tights begin to darken...this cannot portend good things. Realization dawns...I grab Betty and rush her to the bathroom. There I assess the situation from a triage point of view. Should I risk the removal of the tights thereby exposing myself to the ongoing outpouring? Or should I leave the tights on to absorb the impact? I decided on the latter and let nature run its course for a few seconds more. Meanwhile Betty is telling me about some new blocks she got at home that she can stack by herself. If only this same block skill were applied to her potty skills. I peel the tights off gingerly, while trying to explain my actions to young Betty. Much the way a doctor would explain a procedure to a patient.

"Why taking off my tights?"

"Well Betty, since you ask, it's because you have peed in them."

"Why I peed in them?"

"That is an excellent question Betty, I believe it is because you waited a tad too long to go to the potty. We always go peepee on the potty Betty."

"Why?"

"Uh, Betty, because it's ucky to go peepee in our clothes, see? Now you can't wear your pretty skirt today." (I begin to remove said skirt)

"Why I can't wear my skirt??? Why?!?"

"Look, your pee soaked through your tights, your skirt is wet!"

"Wet? from water?"

"no. actually. Not from water. From your pee pee."

And so we continued until she had been stripped to her t-shirt and stood in her nakedness feeling no shame, with her pile of urine drenched clothing beside her. I found a pair of ugly black sweatpants and blood-curdlingly purple socks. I hoped the sheer wretchedness of these clothing items would instill in her more deeply the preciousness of her pretty skirt. The odd thing was that when Mom picked her up, she didn't notice the sweatpants until I ran after them with the bag of aforementioned drenched articles. Betty then said "Oh Mommy, I couldn't stop what I was doing."

That wouldn't have been a problem had she been doing it on the potty.

Thank you for tuning in to this weeks "Potty Tales."