It has been awhile and no major events have happened....some smaller, amusing ones I thought I could share.
Today at school I walked into a science classroom to borrow a book. The students were working and talking amongst eachother. This is when I heard the following conversation:
"How 'bout you sideburns, you want some of this milk?" and another kid says, "Nah, I'd rather have a beer".....and to think all the kids watch is "I Love New York" and "High School Musical". I don't know what to think now that they, also, enjoy a little Billy Madison. (No props were used in this conversation...the teacher does not allow drinks in her room).
Mike's brother's wedding was called off yesterday. Anyone need tickets to Florida?
I stole Allison and Brian's bedroom colors and have used them in my guest room. Sorry.
My volleyball team has started and Mike's basketball tryouts started. I will be seeing Mike in 3 months.
Good ol' Cal City kids are visiting this weekend. We are having a party at mom and dad's. Shh... don't tell.
Sign class is going well. Just ask my three favorite students :)
I dressed up as a Pink Lady for school last Friday. A teacher asked if I was a go-go dancer.
Then another teacher began to sing Oh Mandy...but changing it to Oh Sandy and was convinced that song was in the movie Grease. It's hard to break it to a grown man that he, indeed, was singing Barry Manilow.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The Brawl at Taco Bell
Well...this weekend Michael got a little upset with me. I don't know if he got the taste of Florida in his mouth again (i am sure you can recall...the lady that was trying to do laps...and Mike not being as amused as we were). Well anyway...here is what went down.
On Friday, Mike and I were about to begin our romantic dinner at the T.B. to stall before Randy's game. I took a seat (table by the window-with a view) while Mike waited for our food. Seated on my right was a dad with his three, young children. Seated a couple tables away were two highschool students who were there with their mom. She was near Mike waiting for their food. As I sat there, people watching, my attention was drawn to these two highschool students. One of them was telling the other about his day. He was speaking very loudly and his conversation included the words "mother f***er" six times and talking about how someone was holding a knife up to him and he said to go ahead and stab him. After the 6th mf bomb, the teacher in me was crawling out. I slowly walked over to their table, leaned in, and whispered these words, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but could you possibly watch what you say because there are young children around and i can hear you from all the way over there..." then I excused myself and walked casually back over to my table. Two seconds later....the young man who needed his mouth washed out with soap walked out of the Taco Bell. Mike comes back with the food and immediately says, "What did you just do!". I explain quietly to Mike and kept an eye on this family. The mom came back to their table, went outside and got her son, and they all sat down. She continued to ask them what was wrong and the one boy said, "People who don't know me comin over here tellin me my business!". They point me out as the girl with the sweater, and the mom says.....get this...."Well she looks ignorant". Unbelievable. Did her son fail to mention what he was talking about?? I was waiting for her to come over to my table and say something so I could point out who the ignorant one was.
Both families left and Mike continued to point out why I need to watch what I say and be careful and blah blah blah....when three teenagers sit down at a table near by. In mid conversation, I can see the guy leaning all the way back in his chair trying to hear our conversation. I look right at him and say, "Would you like me to talk louder so you can hear us better?" . He almost fell backwards. Mike says, "We are leaving right now".
I think sometimes Mike forgets that I am not afraid to say what is on my mind...or point out when I see something that's wrong. I think he forgets that I grew up in Calumet City and am not afraid of people. I think he forgets I work with kids...and have for almost 5 years. I think he forgets that I am a Fagan.....which is code for "one bad a** motherf***er". (I just wanted to put it in words that those kids would understand). I have my mom, my sisters, and even sometimes my dad and brothers, to thank for making me such a strong woman...and maybe Mike forgets that. Or maybe he just wants to protect me. Or maybe he just wants me to shutup. Whatever it is, at the end of the day, I feel good because I didn't just sit back and let it happen. I stood up for what is right. And isn't that what I am always trying to teach my kids anyway?
On Friday, Mike and I were about to begin our romantic dinner at the T.B. to stall before Randy's game. I took a seat (table by the window-with a view) while Mike waited for our food. Seated on my right was a dad with his three, young children. Seated a couple tables away were two highschool students who were there with their mom. She was near Mike waiting for their food. As I sat there, people watching, my attention was drawn to these two highschool students. One of them was telling the other about his day. He was speaking very loudly and his conversation included the words "mother f***er" six times and talking about how someone was holding a knife up to him and he said to go ahead and stab him. After the 6th mf bomb, the teacher in me was crawling out. I slowly walked over to their table, leaned in, and whispered these words, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but could you possibly watch what you say because there are young children around and i can hear you from all the way over there..." then I excused myself and walked casually back over to my table. Two seconds later....the young man who needed his mouth washed out with soap walked out of the Taco Bell. Mike comes back with the food and immediately says, "What did you just do!". I explain quietly to Mike and kept an eye on this family. The mom came back to their table, went outside and got her son, and they all sat down. She continued to ask them what was wrong and the one boy said, "People who don't know me comin over here tellin me my business!". They point me out as the girl with the sweater, and the mom says.....get this...."Well she looks ignorant". Unbelievable. Did her son fail to mention what he was talking about?? I was waiting for her to come over to my table and say something so I could point out who the ignorant one was.
Both families left and Mike continued to point out why I need to watch what I say and be careful and blah blah blah....when three teenagers sit down at a table near by. In mid conversation, I can see the guy leaning all the way back in his chair trying to hear our conversation. I look right at him and say, "Would you like me to talk louder so you can hear us better?" . He almost fell backwards. Mike says, "We are leaving right now".
I think sometimes Mike forgets that I am not afraid to say what is on my mind...or point out when I see something that's wrong. I think he forgets that I grew up in Calumet City and am not afraid of people. I think he forgets I work with kids...and have for almost 5 years. I think he forgets that I am a Fagan.....which is code for "one bad a** motherf***er". (I just wanted to put it in words that those kids would understand). I have my mom, my sisters, and even sometimes my dad and brothers, to thank for making me such a strong woman...and maybe Mike forgets that. Or maybe he just wants to protect me. Or maybe he just wants me to shutup. Whatever it is, at the end of the day, I feel good because I didn't just sit back and let it happen. I stood up for what is right. And isn't that what I am always trying to teach my kids anyway?
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