How Babies Are Made..

There are some days in Kindergarten that I really think, I love this job. Others, not so much. Luckily for me, and my devoted blog-readers, today was a day of loving my job.

During center time today, it was "my birthday" in home living. When I was told it was time, I came over, had all sorts of food put in front of me, a baby put into my arms, and happy birthday sang to me. Then, after "eating" a potato, waffle, cupcakes, butter(yes, pure butter), and lettuce to name a few (don't worry, they were plastic), I was approached by a "doctor" and told I was sick. Then, the "nurse" said, "well, you are pregnant Miss Laskowski." I went along with this as the doctor was taking my temperature and about to give me a shot. As the doc put the shot up to my stomach, she said "well, now you really are pregnant."

So, now you have it, folks. That is how babies are made. By a shot in the stomach. I will let my precious babies think that as long as they want.

What Do They Know, Anyway?

I read an article today that said this: Sleeping alongside your pets can make you sick. To quote a bit from the article, "More than 60% of American households have a pet, and depending on the survey, 14% to 62% let their dogs and cats sleep with them. That can be dangerous, says Bruno Chomel, a professor at the University of California-Davis school of veterinary medicine. "There are private places in the household, and I think our pets should not go beyond next to the bed," Chomel says. "Having a stuffed animal in your bed is fine, not a real one." Chomel and co-author Ben Sun, chief veterinarian with the California Department of Public Health, did an extensive search of medical journals and turned up a hair-raising list of possible pathogens. There's plague (yes, bubonic plague, i.e. the Black Death); chagas disease, which can cause life-threatening heart and digestive system disorders; and cat-scratch disease, which can also come from being licked by infected cats."

The article goes on to say that having your dog lick you is also very questionable.

I am not sure, however, that this man has ever met my dog. Max is allowed in more places in the house than my dad is. He has a spot on all of our couches. He knows exactly how to curl up to fit in any spot. He knows he can sleep in any room, in any bed. And he does. He even has the nerve to get pissed when we are at the beach, and we don't let him on the couch there. His face screams, WTF MOM!?

I think I can say with full confidence that while Max has caused me many problems by sleeping in my bed, none of them have been illness. His wake up calls at 4:30 am are rough and so is his snoring and seizing. Not sickness. 

 

The article ends by saying: "In general, he says, "the benefits of having a pet, whether or not you sleep with it, far outweigh the negatives, which are quite uncommon."" With Max curled up next to me, I'd have to say that the benefits really squash the negatives.

Horses and Snow. Hate and Love.

When I was younger, I went to a friend's horseback riding birthday party.  As we rode along the trail that went along the road, a car drove past, spooked the horses and BAM.  I, along with everyone else, was thrown from the horses. This was a traumatic experience. I swore horses off for the rest of my life.

Well, until summer 2006 when I was a 17 year old, almost college freshman. PC was offering trips for incoming freshman to get together and meet. Well, I had two options for this trip. Horses or water. Two things I hate a lot. I chose what I thought would be the lesser of two evils, horses. That was the last time I rode a horse. Summer 2006.

This past weekend, Chrissy, mom and I met my aunt, uncle and Blake at HHI. Well, we took Blake to the stables. Luckily for me, the adult horseback riding was ALLLL booked up. See pictures. So few of me and the horses.

 As you can see from the picture to the left, I was a little scared. Blake tried to coach me into it, but I still screamed whenever the horse got close. I literally could not have been happier than when the woman told us the rides were all booked up.

 I LOVE snow. I think it is so pretty. Well, we have been lucky enough to already have 2 substantial snows this winter. Here are some pics of this one.

The view of the deck.

Max HATES the snow.

View out front.

Another view out front.

Where's Max?

Dedicated to Molly Kent

Tomorrow will be exactly one month since updating my blog.. I would like to say it is my New Year's Resolution to write in it more frequently, but while I will try harder, it was not my resolution. However, some slack should be cut for me, I did just have my tonsils taken out. Let me recap a few highlights of the month of December.

I had completely forgotten about this story, because it is so like many other of my days at school, but I told a story to my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin while at his birthday party. While they were here for Christmas, Blake kept requesting that I tell the "Pantie Story." So, for Blake, here it is. One afternoon, the K3 teacher had to leave school early for an emergency. Because my class' after-school teacher was in my room, I went to K3 to help get the kids ready to leave school. While in there, one of the kids was telling me that his dad takes off his drawers before getting in bed. He then said to a girl, "Miss Laskowski has on some drawers." Well, she responded to him, "No, Miss L wears PANTIES!!!"

Like I mentioned before, I had my tonsils taken out. This is the worst thing I have ever experienced in my life. First, I would like to say, nurses talk too much. I do not care about your life while you are inserting and IV into my hand. I do not want to know about the 80 yr old woman in the room next to mine while you are pumping IV bags of liquid in my body. And I definitely do NOT want to be compared to a burrito as you wrap up my whole body so I cant move on the operating table. All that aside, after drinking only sips of water, pain medicine, and throwing most of that up, I was dehydrated and went to the ER the following week. What a way to spend your Christmas Eve's Eve. I ate my first bite of food at Christmas Eve dinner. It was noodles with no sauce, for those interested. I am still sore and still cannot eat a bagel, but I have recovered well.

On Christmas Eve, Chrissy slept in my room with me. Before we fell asleep, we said a prayer that Santa would bring us some David Yurman. Blake woke us up at a bright 6:30am, we opened all of our presents, and last, but certainly not least, Dad hands us two different size boxes. Inside, we both had a gorgeous David Yurman bracelet! YAY. Christmas was amazing this year, even though I was drugged up and in pain. My cousins, Aunt, and Uncle were here!

The next week, I went to Atlanta for New Year's Eve to stay with J.Crew. My first night there, I got to see a bunch of friends from school. It was amazing. But, mostly that night I was so excited to see Molly. Molly is leaving to go to Italy (JEALOUS) for the semester. On NYE, J.Crew and I met Brooke (an old friend from school) and her friend Lyndsey. It was the most fun I have ever had on NYE! Bottles were popping, balloons was dropping, and we were still able to watch Snooki drop in the balls. We danced the whole night. It was a great way to ring in the new year.

Fire Trucks, Karate, and Lego Building

It's crazy how time flies.

This time last year I was in a car with my two roommates on our way to Frankie's Fun Park, counting to 10, and screaming in the car, $100 or $30 on a Sigma Nu boy at the pledge auction, studying for exams/doing projects, and rocking my tacky Christmas sweater. This year.. none of that. I am writing lesson plans, stringing jingle bells with 4yr olds, going to 7yr old's karate parties, and preparing to have my tonsils taken out.

This weekend, Mom and I went to NC for my cousin's 7th birthday party. This reminded me of why I should not have children for a very very very very long time. With 11 kids doing karate, I was just fine when I left alone. I mastered 2 lego ships, 2 monster trucks, and beat a 7 yr old with my monster truck. I'd call the trip a success. Especially because it included fire alarms, cops, and an ambulance all at once. Let me explain. Mom and I were curled up in our hotel beds (don't worry, mom checked for bed bugs), watching a little SVU (Criminal Minds wasn't on..), and ERRR ERRR ERRRR. (Insert fire alarm here) We get our shoes on and head into the hall. The 17 yr old looking front desk girl was running up the stairs and she told us to go outside because "I don't know where it's coming from!" We go down the stairs, people peeking out their rooms and going back into them, and head outside. To our amazement, with the fire alarm blaring, there is not a fire truck as you would have thought, but an ambulance and 2 cop cars. As a few hotel customers gather, in walk the paramedics. One looks to the other and says "Why are these alarms going off?" hmmm. You're there for a reason unrelated to the fire alarm? Interesting.

In closing, I will leave you with a picture.

Not Fair!!

Well, the big news of my day: I got a reimbursement check from school today. Spent it all on itunes. Glee to be exact.

It had been a while since I had updated and I had some complaints from my faithful readers (mom) so I thought I would write today.

Last week, I was asked by one of my kids, "Miss Skowski(can't pronounce it correctly!), is Santa real?" Well, of course I said yes. So, I guess feeling that my answered hadn't satisfied, another kid said to him, "DUH! you can go see him at the mall!" Whew, got away with that one. But then, I got to thinking. Why do parents lie about Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, etc? Why would you spend hundreds of dollars a year and lie and pretend it wasn't you who bought it. Your kids think Santa is cooler than you. That just doesn't work for me. Santa isn't paying for your new drum set. Santa didn't buy you that Easy Bake Oven. Santa didn't put your new bike together. (or in Chrissy's case, your new treadmill) So, why do people do it? Santa didn't work a day in his life, and here I'll be slaving for my teaching salary to give the credit to a fat creeper in a red suit. In the words of my class, "NOT FAIR!"

Do You Have a Real Name?

After a recent girl-talk session with Hillary (hey, Hill), I came to a conclusion about guys that I am attracted to. After talking about the recent males in my life, I realized that they all have nicknames.

How do you trust a guy that doesn't even go by his real name? Not even his last name either. Just some sort of an abbreviation of it. Your mother named you something for a reason. Your father gave you a last name for a reason.

It is one thing for your friends, teammates, or frat brothers to call you something funny/dumb/embarrassing/shorter than your real name, but for a girl that you are trying to impress? Lets stick with your birth name (unless it is something completely dumb).

So, these boys with nicknames haven't worked for me yet. Now, as I continue with my life, if you are a Tric, Dubb, or PrettyNose turn around. But, if you are a Christopher, Brayden, or Robert then Hello, My name is Juliane.