Showing posts with label blogs about lunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogs about lunch. Show all posts
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Lessons from the Lunchlady: sometimes you need to just drop the carrots
This week was filled with silly questions, a lot of AYFKM moments and some laughter.
Here's what we learned
Sometimes you just have to drop the carrots. After a freezer issue last week, my 30lb box if carrots turned into a really big carrot filled ice cube. Turns out if you drop the case on the floor, all becomes well again.
Can you give our teacher a message. While walking up to the teachers lounge I ran into two little kindergartners. They said, "Miss Wenny, If you see our teacher, can you tell her we are going home. I've got a bell-we ache and H has gotta bell-we ache and a headache." Um... "Are you driving yourself," I asked. They chuckled. "No. We's waiting for our wides at the nurse."
The wheels on the cart go round and round. How do you lose three wheels off of the same cart? I mean seriously? How do you do that? I don't know but I managed to do it.
Big Daddy Pizza. Dear Big Daddy, can't we just call you pizza? I mean even elementary kids think that name is ridiculous.
My coworkers got my back. I blogged earlier in the week about my terrible, good for nothing, really bad day and even when I had to abruptly leave my coworkers took care of everything. Even breakfast for the following day.
What did you learn this week?
Here's what we learned
Sometimes you just have to drop the carrots. After a freezer issue last week, my 30lb box if carrots turned into a really big carrot filled ice cube. Turns out if you drop the case on the floor, all becomes well again.
Can you give our teacher a message. While walking up to the teachers lounge I ran into two little kindergartners. They said, "Miss Wenny, If you see our teacher, can you tell her we are going home. I've got a bell-we ache and H has gotta bell-we ache and a headache." Um... "Are you driving yourself," I asked. They chuckled. "No. We's waiting for our wides at the nurse."
The wheels on the cart go round and round. How do you lose three wheels off of the same cart? I mean seriously? How do you do that? I don't know but I managed to do it.
Big Daddy Pizza. Dear Big Daddy, can't we just call you pizza? I mean even elementary kids think that name is ridiculous.
My coworkers got my back. I blogged earlier in the week about my terrible, good for nothing, really bad day and even when I had to abruptly leave my coworkers took care of everything. Even breakfast for the following day.
What did you learn this week?
Friday, May 18, 2012
Lessons from the Lunchlady: Crack kills
I smell like noodles? When I was at the office a second grader told me that they were "So hungry!" Then they asked for a hug and told me that I smelled like noodles. Um...Thanks???
Crack really does kill. This is a public service announcement. If you can feel a breeze on your upper ass cheeks when your sitting than you ass is hanging out. Everyone can see it. If your ass crack is large enough to conceal a kindergartener than you really need to pull up your pants. PLEASE DEAR GOD...PULL UP YOUR PANTS.
I am a hazard to myself. Just like P!NK says, I am clearly a hazard to myself. This week, I fetched the silverware tray from the shute and was attempting to place it in the dishwasher to run it through but I didn't have it up high enough and successfully rammed it into the countertop and my chest. Pretty sure I cracked a rib. Today I was traying juice and when I went to grab one to twist it off the cardboard and onto the tray it sliced my thumb as nicely as if it were a metal can lid. Stupid thing is still bleeding.
Gravy can be hot. We poured some gravy into to 2 oz cups to serve with the mashed potatoe bowls. That crazy gravy melted those cups. Um...it realy wasn't THAT hot.
Sometimes the path to enlightenment needs to be traveled in the dark. Let's face it, we all like to hear things that please us. We like to hear things that make us smile. We tell our kids, if you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your mouth shut. This week I learned it's okay to exaggerate, to okay to improvise and it most certainly is okay to go to plan B.
What did you learn?
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About Me
- kisatrtle
- I'm a 41 year old (gasp) freelance writer, school cafeteria manager, wife and mother. I have three children and one anxious and overweight beagle. I use my blog to make others laugh, to share some cool crafts, to document my lunchlady adventures and to lament about the challenges faced by us all on the journey called life. Thanks for visiting. Please leave some crack...um...I meant some comments.
