Friday Night at Mr. Gatti's

Tonight, I went to Mr. Gatti's with 3 kids. 11, 9, and 6. In the first 10 minutes of being there I saw a kid throw-up and get in trouble for it. He was about 2, maybe 3. Not sure if anyone cleaned it up either. Then, we sat in the "quiet" room to eat. There was a family of about 20 sitting in there with 50 kids running around. One of the kids was the one who puked. No one was telling them they needed to sit down. They were climbing over the booths, jumping off chairs. Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect it to be calm, but I didn't expect to want to slap so many kids and parents. 3 of the kids ran off, the oldest being 31/2. The parent, unlce, whoever, just said "Hey" The kids didn't listen. They mozied back in the room 5 minutes later. Who knows where they were, but I'm sure no one would have stolen them... Then in the game room, there were 1,000 kids in there, teen agers too. I heard the "F" word, people were running into me and I even saw a kid with a rat-tail mullet haircut. Needless to say, I'm worried about our future. Who will run the country when I am old...rat-tail kid, puker...?

One of the kids I was with didn't get to spend some tickets he brought from home, so HE threw a fit. He was yelling, "I want to do it now!" We just left, with one kid crying. I was pretty impressed. Only one fit so far. So far... He didn't get in the car fast enough so his sister moved his carseat to the other side. Oh Lord, the world ended. There was crying and fist throwing, and name calling. As far as I could tell, he started the hitting, she stopped when I said stop. He didn't. I got out of the car (never thought I would do that), I said "get out or I will take you out" I had to take him out. I told him it is not ok to hit his sister and that he was going to bed when we got home. It was 8:30 so, not bad. We got home and he was shocked when I told him he needed to go to bed. "Why?", he asks. I put him in his room and shut the door. He came out...you know how it goes. We did this for a while and I thought I might have to call CPS on myself because I was getting so frustrated. Finally, God took over and made him stay in his room...Thanks God. Then we had a giggle attack by one of the kids. My only saving grace was when Kelli called me, "Take me now!" She could hear the commotion in the background, and surprisingly didn't want to come over. Things calmed down after that. Wow, and I want 5 kids.

16 and pregnant

Sixteen year old comes in pregnant...when asked "What did your mom say when you told her you were pregnant?" She replies, "She was happy!" Man. Times have changed.

Today I get the news that my friend in moving in with her new boyfriend...of 2 weeks. She says that "this one is different" I absolutely believe her and trust her. I love this girl and don't want her to get hurt. She asked me today, "Sarah, give it to me straight. What do you think?" I told her what I thought. I told her that morally, it was wrong. As a Christian, I don't believe in living together before marriage. I told her that I want everything to work out and be magical, but I want her to do it the way that God intended. I asked her, "Why not get married?" I think if you are ready to live together and do everything as if you are married, then get married. Who cares if you only knew each other for 2 weeks, if you know, you know. Get engaged, get married, move in together and have no cares in the world. God knows what he is doing, I promise.

The Egg Chef

I'll start from the beginning. My mom and dad and I eat breakfast together every Sunday. There is a buffet and the waiter there knows us and always seats us at the same table. We know all the waitstaff, it's really funny. There is a new egg chef recently. He makes the greatest eggs I have ever had. I never really liked eggs that much, now I love them. He is really cool too, from what I know of him, which is not much. He brings our eggs to the table and asks how they are... Today I worked up the courage to ask him his name. A guy who ordered after I did took my eggs, and said "thanks Butch" After the rude man left, I said, so smoothly, "Is that your name, Butch?" He said yes. My dad interceded and introduced himself and me. Butch said, "Yeah, I remembered your name, but just not your daughter's name" Then gave me the look...whatever that is.

Talking...

I understand more that I get really annoyed when people talk for the sake of talking. More so, the people who talk even though no one is listening, or wants to listen. They are the ones who when you ask another person a question, they blurt out the answer. It is so annoying. What I think is funny is when another person comes around who has the same attribute of talking for no reason. What do those 2 people do? What can they do to talk more than the other person? It's crazy.

My Class

Today was my first experience teaching nursing. I am "student teaching" a clinical nursing group. I will be helping a teacher teach nursing students at the hospital. I'll help them learn how to do procedures on actual patients. The girls in the class are great. They seem like they really want to learn. I am so nervous, though, because I work in the nursery, and I am teaching in the adult surgical setting. The only remotely funny thing that happened today was that I was introduced as Miss McBride and the students still just called me Sarah. I guess it will be a while before I am looked at as a "Miss"...I remember, there was something funny! I was walking in the hall in the nursing building at ASU when I saw a guy I know. He was walking with a group of about 10 girls and the girls were all giggling. I really wanted to yell his name down the hall to get his attention as I would if I were the student. I had to stop myself and remind myself that I was "an authority figure" and that would not be professional...it was very hard.

Meatloaf!

It seems like when I try to cook, it never turns out like my mom's food. I'm usually disappointed. But last night, I attempted my favorite meal of my mom. Meatloaf. I had my mom write down and explain explicitly how to make it. I did it. It was awesome. It tasted just like mom's! I even had it for breakfast this morning...

I'm Back!

So I got the blogging bug, but then lost it. I got it again though. Maybe I will be better this time. I thought I would start with my airport story.

On the Friday before Christmas, my sister was flying in from Houston. Her plane was due in at 11pm. My mom, dad, and I were waiting for her at the airport by 10:30. I worked that day, so I had been up since 5:30am and was super tired. We waited and waited. At about 11 I saw a light that looked like a plane coming in, but never got much closer. Just at that time the wind picked up in a big gust, and went in every direction. At 11:15 she still hadn't landed. People were getting ancy. I went out and looked at the TV that shows where the plane is and it showed that it was headed for Abilene. When I got back to my parents, nearly every cell phone went off. My dad talked to my sister and she said they were trying to land in San Angelo, but there was too much wind. She said there was alot of crazy turbulence and that she was really scared. They landed in Abilene and she said she was "not getting back on that plane, come get me" So, my dad being the great dad he is, drove us to Abilene at midnight, to pick up my sister. To top it all off, the airport in Abilene said they were closing and that they couldn't stay there to wait for their ride. My sister had to call a random friend that lives in Abilene for him to get her and take her IHOP, where we picked her up at 2am. We got home at 4am. All this because driving is too stressful and takes too long. Poor sissy.