Gifted

Two — count them — one, two — birthday posts from O’Ceallaigh. (The placement of the second post may require retaliation of some kind.)

One from a Dawg named Doug. Well, two, but he erased me from yesterday and replaced me with a dead Russian. Pft. (OC replaced me with Hugh Hefner. (I am still considering retaliation.)

A half-dozen handmade birthday cards from my students.

A handmade party hat from Mr. Texas-Drawl.

Two electronic birthday cards.

A bouquet of roses.

Two dozen cookies.

One felt-tip marking pen.

Lunch (a tuna salad sandwich from the Principal).

Three Four times I was subjected treated to horrendous artistic renditions of, Happy Birthday To You. (Thank you Caryl, Jackie, & students — and Brig.)

Dozens of well-wishes from all of you.

And breakfast:

Cindy came into the classroom very early this morning. She was carrying a brown paper bag. She said, “Ms. A., you know how you said you didn’t want us to get you any presents because you couldn’t take them with you to Hawaii?”

I nodded, eyeing the sack. Cindy continued, “Well, I thought about getting you chocolate, but you always say, “no candy,” so –.” She held the sack out toward me, “I got you this.”

I reached for the bag. She jerked it back. “My mom said you might be insulted. Please don’t be insulted.”

“I won’t,” I promised, and held my hand out for the bag. Cindy let go reluctantly. Inside was a granola bar and a Slim-Fast beverage. I thanked her, told her I had forgotten my breakfast, and proceeded to enjoy my snack. She was well and truly pleased with herself.

19 thoughts on “Gifted

  1. Well, we see who really loves you, sweet Cindy who didn’t want to mess up all your hard work. Whoever gave you the cookies is definately suspect. Happy Birthday! I have to catch up and see why you’re going to Hawaii….

  2. Kat — the cookies came from my fellow teachers — and they were to be shared. They are cookies and not birthday cake, because they bought organic oatmeal-apple sauce cookies, which are quite good.

    As to Hawaii — you’ll have to read OC’s blog to figure out why I’m moving there.

  3. Happy Birthday to you!

    Here’s a smack on the ass and a pinch to grow an inch. In height of course. Or wherever you want.

    I love you!

  4. Ahem. Make that four. Hippo birdie two ewes…. Geez. Pull out my best birthday song and I’m forgotten. 😉

    Are you sure you’re not a Leo??? lol

    I think the felt tip marking pen is probably the most interesting present on that list. Not necessarily the best, because they are all great in their own right. It’s just that my imagination gets to wander with that one, trying to imagine that scenario. lol

    Glad it was a fun day.

  5. Angela — Thanks — I loved the e-card.

    Morgan — I have a couple of crinkles now. Waaa!

    Brig — I was trying to forget that one. Almost succeeded!
    As to the marking pen: there is a very mundane explanation. I am not sharing it. Your imagination is probably much more fun.

  6. plus a virtual apple from me and a cake from Ariel. I did better, didn t I? me and Cindy got it down. It is ok, if you want to mark a little plus around our names at this particular instance 🙂

    I hope you had a great day, that Hawaii is amazing for you and that you don´t become a stranger or make yourself scarce or start wearing coconut shells 🙂

    happy, lovely Wednesday!

  7. Monika — If I recall, you took the apple back, because you gave ti a day early. And Ariel did not give me a cake, she asked for it. Nice try though.

    This birthday wasn’t one of my best, but it wasn’t one of my worst, either.

    Donna — Cindy’s heart definately was in the right place.

  8. Happy Birthday Quilly…….another candle on the cake, eh….:)

    I stopped having birthdays…….unbirthdays for me…….is that music I hear?

  9. Nea — I’ve quit getting older. It is just too much hassle.

    Mumma — I did enjoy all the attention. According to my hit meter, I had 209 visitors to my blog on my birthday.

  10. Is it true that things are better late than never? ANOTHER BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I guess it runs in my family. It sounded like a day well worth remembering…………J.D.

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