I know, I know, I know...for you faithful followers, I have been an awful poster.  It doesn't work for me at school and Bec no longer has the web at home...sorry (sob, gasp). 

I had my students read a book today called the important book.  It is a very cool book by Margaret Wise Brown.  I then had them write their own. 

The important thing about Sam is that he loves people perfectly.

He is tall.  He is kind.  He has blue eyes.  He has a dog named Sadie.  He is science boy.  He stays up late with his sissies and laughs.  He plays games and he is patient with his neices and nephews. 

But the important thing about Sam is that he loves people perfectly.

Okay, here are some details about Sam's sense of humor.  The other day my mom and Sam were driving along the road when my mom saw a dove in the middle of the road.  The woman madly swerved to avoid the bird of peace only to realize that it was a styrofoam cup.  She then told Sam that what she though was a dove was just a dead cup.  Sam's response, "Poor styrofoam cup, never saw it comin'".  Then my mom was complaining to my dad mostly, but with Sam there.  She was doing the normal song and dance that we moms and wives do every now and then.  How why are we the only ones who are in charge of the dishes, she went on to say how she knows there are other people who use dishes in the house.  Sam said, "I'm sorry mom, I can't reach the cupboards to put them away but I could help load it."  So my mom joking around said, "Sam, what happened to your go-go-gadget arms?"  Sam replied, "Must of lost them in the war."  He's too funny.

Health wise Sam is coming around from a nasty bout of pnemonia.  He is still cordial to algebra, but they have not really rekindled the aforementioned friendship.  He has started using ambien once a day because recent research is finding the it helps improve motor function and can even bring people out of persistent vegitative state.  So, my mom started giving him the ambien.  The first time she was playing cards with him (at night) and he was eating an oatmeal nighttime snack.  All of a sudden he was resting his forehead on his cards and slowly melting into his oatmeal.  My mom decided he was stroking or seizing or something bad and wrong.  So, she said, Sam, are you okay?  He didn't answer so she swatted him on the chin and kept talking to him.  She yelled, "SAM, SAY SOMETHING!"  He then responded in a very drunken voice, "What do you want me to say?"  We now know that this is an ambien reaction.  Another time Sam was reading his book and my mom turned around and he was laying with his poor eyesight eye (formally known as blind eye) facing out.  She asked him what he was doing and he said, "Just havin' fun."  She asked him what he was having fun doing.  And he told her he was just watching the monsters out of the corner of his eye.  He was seeing wave patterns on the ceiling and the fan was jumping around.  So, I try to call right around ambien time to get firsthand information about the newest ambien reaction. 

Okay, the good thing about ambien is that the benefits are cumulative.  After he comes back from la la land he can clap evenly (instead of the right hand chasing the left hand and hitting it).  He can wiggle his ears again, raise one eyebrow and do a hot dog bun tongue (he hasn't been able to do these things since the accident).  I know these may not seem to have much function, but a raised eyebrow can convey a lot. 

Okay, Happy Halloween.  I will try to write again soon.  I am also asking that you say a prayer for someone I care about very much.  A parent of a student I adored has breast cancer.  I just found out and they are an amazing family!  They love their children ultimately and they are kind.  Their children are nice to others, bright and wonderful.  Just say a prayer to keep the family strong and to help them through this.

Heather