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Since moving to Boston I have learned that one should not wear silk in humidity and that doing one's hair is futile. I have given up! While living here my hair will only be pretty in the fall. The summer is too humid and the winter too wet. We skipped over spring all together. I joined the gym today and I am going to go do a spinning class in about an hour. I am excited!

Humidity

You guys may have a heat wave but at least it is a dry heat wave. I woke up early this morning and decided to do my hair. For those of you who know me, you know that it is quite an ordeal. It involves, blow drying, straightening and curling. It can take anywhere from 30minutes to an hour. I was very satisfied with the end result. I dressed accordingly. I am the kind the person who's mood is directly related to the way I look. If I feel pretty, I will be in a good mood. If I look like a hobo, I will be in a bad mood. So I started my day in a good mood, I got hit on for the first time since moving here. A pipe burst on our sidewalk and I got a succession of "Good Morning gorgeous!" from the workers. Boosted my mood a little. Then as I get off the T, I realized that even though it is only 65degrees outside, the humidity has ravaged my hair which now looks like a giant frizz ball. I had to braid it from be damaged anymore. So much for good moods and pretty hair. You will have to send me positive thoughts as I go through the day trying to fight the melancholy brought on by bad hair.

I thought you people were going to send me patience because mine is dwindling quickly. Yesterday I had such resolve and at the end of the day was happier for it. Today I feel like throttling someone.

Help

As many of you know I have a difficult co-worker. Now that our 3rd teacher has left I have no buffer. It is now only this other teacher and myself. I have been constantly frustrated and irritated. So this morning on the train I decided to pray. I prayed that God would give me the patience and empathy that I readily give others, especially my children, when it comes to my interactions with her. I prayed that instead of trying to show her her faults I would find it in me to willingly pick up the slack, with nothing in return, to just lead by example. I prayed that God would help through out the day, to remind me that my help may be what she needs to get through the day, just as I need his. So if you could please also pray for me, send me your good and patient thoughts I would really appreciate it.

Otter Pops

Danny and I both are sick with Strep. I also had the joy of double ear infections and possible scarlet fever. So you can say we are quite healthy. After a switch of anitibiotics I feel TONS better. To help us on our road to recovery we bought a box of 100 otter pops. As any Harris child knows, just the mention of them brings you back to Grandma Jo's. That mention is nothing compared to all of the memories the taste takes you to. So today I just want to tell you guys that I love and miss you. I am feeling nostalgic and not only missing my Grandma very much but missing my brothers, sister and cousins and the comfort and fun of Grandma's house. I love you all!!

Hate the Sticky

As some of you know it has gotten nasty humid here. I love the sunshine and hate the sticky. I got a bad cold last week and was laid out for a few days but am up and running and feeling rejuvenated after yesterday's shopping spree and a few days of being well taken care of by Boyfriend. I take over the Pre-K classroom after this week. It is bittersweet. I am beyond excited to have my own classroom but sad that my first friend since moving here (the current teacher) is leaving. I might go a little crazy this summer without her but a new girl (from San Mateo) is starting in August. On a much cuter note, I was excusing the children from circle by eye color the other day and one little girl said that she had blueberry eyes and lemon hair and her mom had avocado eyes and lemon hair. Upon hearing this a little boy who has the cute misfortune of not being able to say his R's said that he too had "bluebewy eyes" but decided that his hair was not lemon but rather banana.

How much do I love you?

I asked my little Russian boy "Do you know how much I love you?" He replied by raising 3 fingers, I told him even more than 3 and he said " 20,2,2,2,2,9,9,9,9,9,9,2,2,2,2,9,9,2", to which I responded, "Yes, I love you 2's and 9's. He corrected me by saying "and one 20". I asked another little girl the same question and she also started with "3". I said even more. "5?", even more, "10?" I told here even more than that and she exclaimed "You love me 20 Dollars!!!!" Yes I love her $20!