oh em gee miss! OH EM GEE!

Canada is pretty flippin cold.
i was in T.O. last week checking on the gran-maternal unit. had a little bit of a cry on the plane when i realized i'd be coming back to ye olde stomping grounds and grandad wouldnt' be there to ask me about the flight, customs, my kids, the admin, the school, my coworkers, politics [POLITICS!], or whatever else he could think of.
it's going to really freak me out when i forget what his voice sounded like.

bed sores are gross. they are the most disturbing thing i have EVER seen in my life. a bed sore is a hole in your skin. if you are in the hospital and need to be cleaned (regularly, not just daily) and turned by others, have someone else who is not a nurse be in there at least 8hrs a day. because if you dont, moisture accumulates and causes your skin to disintegrate [DISINTEGRATE] in areas of great pressure. and will deteriorate even all the way to the bone. as if someone decided to take an icecream scoop to your butt cheek and just dig right on through. w.t.f.

i appreciate public health care, but there are good dedicated people, and there are people who do what they have to do. those people in the second group are the ones that cause the deterioration of the trust we place in the public health care system.

i digress.

while in T.O., i got to hang out with the uni peeps. GOOOOOOOD TIMES! and saw my beautiful neice. and, oh yeah, got to see the bf, the bf, the other bf and my family.

this weekend i'm in montreal. supervising a school trip. luckily i had a nap this afternoon.
while on lights out duty, i saw an interesting guy not from any school, but looking for a lime with my students.

then he tried to pick me up.

"sooo..... what's your name?"

"i'm their teacher."

"oooooooooooooh..."

*cue exit of Slimy McSleezekins*


then another group of girls (steups) not from our school, begins plotting to trick their teachers and have a one room jam.
but they're outlining the plan right behind their door. which is not soundproof.

so

i went to the end by my room and waited.
sure enough, one of the girls peeked her head out to see if i was gone, and saw me. i told her to go to bed.

another boy, who didn't know i was still out, had a heart attack that i could see through walls and knew he was not in bed. in his room.

tres funny.

after laffing, i went and explained that despite his guilty conscience he was actually NOT the one who was in trouble.

*heh heh*

off to check again!