I am having a hard time staying focused so I may just move from thought to thought. I think there is a word for that...no clue what it is.

I had something happen at work today that hasn't happened in the 21 years that I have taught. A kid (five year old), in the midst of a tantrum, grabbed my boob AND HELD ON! (obviously not well-endowed since one hand was all it took) No kidding, I thought I was going to be missing one by the time I got his fingers pried off. He had no clue what he was grabbing (issues, lots of them) he just wanted to make sure I didn't get away. Got his message...loud and clear...got the bruises to help me remember. I think I can safely say I have seen it all now. Blow your nose on my shirt...been there. Spit food in my face...yep, been there too. Kick, hit, bite...old news, happens often. Love my job. Actually, I really do. Does that make me some kind of weirdo?


So, I am about ready to get my next tattoo. I just need to pick out the design. I got my first tattoo on an impulse last summer. It's a butterfly, nothing flashy, on the top of my foot. (Yeah, I know...women in their 40's should know better. Whatever.) I made fun of sister for years. She has 9 or 10 tattoos. She was very nice about not saying "I told you so" although she did feel the need to point out the fact that she hadn't said it. I like these tattoos....