I have started and re-started this entry four times now. The paragraph went from a novel: "the moment a baby is placed into our arms..." to the simpler: "why don't kids come with an instruction manual?" to the desperate: "never mind; I just need a hug." I'm leaning towards the latter, as I am completely spent from dealing with frustrating teachers and front-office wenches who do not deliver messages.
Nutshell:
K is not doing well academically or emotionally in Honors Science.
Teacher's attitude is "tough tookies."
My gander: Up.
Pounding out of email from frustrated mama ensues.
Tough Tookies email response from teacher is received.
T.T. Teacher implies K may need to be in different class.
Mama puts in call to school counselor.
Three hours later, mama calls again because previous message has apparently been sucked into a void.
Counselor agrees to look into "regular" science class for K.
Mama: now worried about K not wanting to change his schedule.
And on it goes.
Anyone have a Parenting 101 Textbook I can borrow? I just need to see the chapters on "Surviving Sucky Teachers." Thanks.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Sky High
Hubby took the kids and me to see this movie yesterday. It was a great time to go, because unbeknownst to us, the movie theater had a $4 special going on. I don't remember the last time all five of us went to see a movie for $20 (rentals notwithstanding, natch).
The movie was really funny - adults and kids alike will enjoy it. Lynda Carter plays the school principal, and she has a great line near the end of the movie. I won't give it away, but I will say that it *still* has me snickering. Ha!
Personally, I appreciated Sky High mostly (at first) because it was live action and not animated. If I never see another animated flick, it will be too soon. But I digress.
If you get a chance to see Sky High, go for it.
The movie was really funny - adults and kids alike will enjoy it. Lynda Carter plays the school principal, and she has a great line near the end of the movie. I won't give it away, but I will say that it *still* has me snickering. Ha!
Personally, I appreciated Sky High mostly (at first) because it was live action and not animated. If I never see another animated flick, it will be too soon. But I digress.
If you get a chance to see Sky High, go for it.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Labor of love
Greetings and salutations! I hope everyone had a good weekend. Ours was pretty good. Saturday was spent cleaning house and shopping, and Sunday we celebrated the in-law's 40th anniversary in style.
I'd hired a limousine to drive us around all night, and it got to our house around 6:00. Hubby, his sister, her husband, our three kids, and I all piled in. The limo was supposed to seat ten, but it was sure cozy in there! We then drove over to the in-law's house to pick them up. All this had been kept a secret from them, but somehow dad-in-law figured it out. (He also shakes his Christmas presents before he opens them; a habit I've been working nearly fifteen years to break him of. Grrr....)
After gathering the parents, we took the kids to my stepdad's for the evening. Everyone thought it was cool that they drove up in a limo - J (stepdad's girlfriend) even had her video camera out. She is such a cutie.
Then we adults headed to dinner at a really nice restaurant called Perry's. Wow, cha-ching. Of course, money was no object on such a special occasion, but still, wow. The food was very good, the service was outstanding, and the company was great. We'd all split a bottle of wine in the car, then had two more bottles at dinner, so all six of us were quite sparkly-eyed. I recall a lot of laughing, but I don't recall what we were laughing about. Figures.
After dinner, the limo brought us all back to our house, where we had this amazing cake that sis-in-law had ordered. She had the cake-lady recreate the original wedding cake, which I thought was the coolest idea ever. We'd gussied up the formal dining room, so it looked very weddingy in there.
Overall, I think the parents were surprised and pleased with how things turned out. So happy anniversary again, Mom and Dad. We love you!
(Denine, they share your anniversary - I was thinking of you all day, too!) :)
Next month: OUR 15th anniversary. Whatever shall we do?
I'd hired a limousine to drive us around all night, and it got to our house around 6:00. Hubby, his sister, her husband, our three kids, and I all piled in. The limo was supposed to seat ten, but it was sure cozy in there! We then drove over to the in-law's house to pick them up. All this had been kept a secret from them, but somehow dad-in-law figured it out. (He also shakes his Christmas presents before he opens them; a habit I've been working nearly fifteen years to break him of. Grrr....)
After gathering the parents, we took the kids to my stepdad's for the evening. Everyone thought it was cool that they drove up in a limo - J (stepdad's girlfriend) even had her video camera out. She is such a cutie.
Then we adults headed to dinner at a really nice restaurant called Perry's. Wow, cha-ching. Of course, money was no object on such a special occasion, but still, wow. The food was very good, the service was outstanding, and the company was great. We'd all split a bottle of wine in the car, then had two more bottles at dinner, so all six of us were quite sparkly-eyed. I recall a lot of laughing, but I don't recall what we were laughing about. Figures.
After dinner, the limo brought us all back to our house, where we had this amazing cake that sis-in-law had ordered. She had the cake-lady recreate the original wedding cake, which I thought was the coolest idea ever. We'd gussied up the formal dining room, so it looked very weddingy in there.
Overall, I think the parents were surprised and pleased with how things turned out. So happy anniversary again, Mom and Dad. We love you!
(Denine, they share your anniversary - I was thinking of you all day, too!) :)
Next month: OUR 15th anniversary. Whatever shall we do?
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Who's hiding the wedding bells?
How hard is it to find simple, white plastic wedding bells, a'la this:
I finally made a desperate trip to Garden Ridge Pottery this morning. Success at last. That $2.99 bag of bells (the very last bag, by the way - guess they're not as "out of style" as I'd been told) probably ended up costing me $15 in gas and untold amounts of stress. But [deep cleansing breath] my wonderful in-laws are worth it, aren't they? ;)
I'll tell you - it's darn near impossible. I've been to five stores - FIVE! - looking for the bells so that I can recreate the decoration on the top of this cake for my in-law's 40th anniversary this weekend. And I can't find the darn things. I've tried Party City, Hobby Lobby, Michaels, another no-name party store, and even Big Lots (where I found a large bag of white silk flower petals for less than a dollar! Score!), but no bells.
I finally made a desperate trip to Garden Ridge Pottery this morning. Success at last. That $2.99 bag of bells (the very last bag, by the way - guess they're not as "out of style" as I'd been told) probably ended up costing me $15 in gas and untold amounts of stress. But [deep cleansing breath] my wonderful in-laws are worth it, aren't they? ;)
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Doctor doctor
Ever have one of those nights where you're so afraid something is terribly wrong with your child? And you crawl into bed with them to watch them sleep? And they get annoyed in their sleep because, come on mom, you're crowding my space? And you're like, I don't care; as long as I'm looking at you, you won't die?
Does anyone know what I mean? Or have I completely fallen out of touch with reality?
Loco or not, I had that experience last night. R, my 9-year-old, has been complaining that his legs "really hurt" sometimes. This has been going on for over a year now. I had taken him to the doctor in Podunk, Texas, who looked R over and announced in so many words that growing pains are a bitch, son. I let it go for a long time, until ...
... yesterday. Then R came home from school crying and telling me that he had fallen down twice on the way to the bus. No, he was not tripped. No, he was not pushed. His legs just gave out.
Then the kicker: "It's not just my leg. My chest really hurts, mom. On the inside."
Oh
My
God.
I gave him some Motrin for the pain, because that is all I know how to do. Motrin is the great cure-all around here (read: the kids like the flavor and that is all they will take and Tylenol makes them throw up and yuck and therefore I don't even buy that red crap anymore). After an hour or so, R tells me that the pressure in his chest is down "some."
So, la la la, evening goes on. But then - da da DUM! - night has the audacity to fall. How DARE it get dark when I'm worried about my kid? Doesn't the dark know that kids get sicker and moms get panickier when the sun goes down? How rude of nightness.
Thus my trek into R's room, where he is sleeping soundly and breathing just fine. I climbed up onto the top bunk (didn't know I had it in me, didja?) and rested with him for awhile. Well, HE rested. I cried and worried. After awhile, I realized that I needed to get some sleep or else I'd go crazy, so I crawled back down and went back to bed with hubby. Who, by the way, was not sleeping either. (You're a good daddy, hubby.)
This morning R was fine, except for the limp. I sent him to school, but immediately looked up a doctor on our insurance and made an appointment. So today was a short school day for R. Funny, I didn't hear any complaints about that.... Anyway, the doctor spent a lot of time with R (Dr. L, you rock), and after much poking and prodding and manipulations of the legs, told us that R had strained his calf muscle but good, and he needed to rest it for at least a week. Then he gave R a "No P.E." pass that is good for a week. After that time, if R is still hurting, we're to go back.
Hmm, no running around in this Texas heat? What a tragedy. Bleh.
By the way, R's heart and lungs sounded perfect, and the doc thinks R either ate his lunch too fast, or had a little anxiety about the falling down episodes. Or both. He said that if the chest pains continue, we can do more tests, but for now he's not worried at all. The leg muscle was the only real problem today.
So there you have it. Looks like my little guy is going to be okay. And tonight, I plan to stay in my own bed and dream of happy things. Like maybe a shiny new Dyson!
Does anyone know what I mean? Or have I completely fallen out of touch with reality?
Loco or not, I had that experience last night. R, my 9-year-old, has been complaining that his legs "really hurt" sometimes. This has been going on for over a year now. I had taken him to the doctor in Podunk, Texas, who looked R over and announced in so many words that growing pains are a bitch, son. I let it go for a long time, until ...
... yesterday. Then R came home from school crying and telling me that he had fallen down twice on the way to the bus. No, he was not tripped. No, he was not pushed. His legs just gave out.
Then the kicker: "It's not just my leg. My chest really hurts, mom. On the inside."
Oh
My
God.
I gave him some Motrin for the pain, because that is all I know how to do. Motrin is the great cure-all around here (read: the kids like the flavor and that is all they will take and Tylenol makes them throw up and yuck and therefore I don't even buy that red crap anymore). After an hour or so, R tells me that the pressure in his chest is down "some."
So, la la la, evening goes on. But then - da da DUM! - night has the audacity to fall. How DARE it get dark when I'm worried about my kid? Doesn't the dark know that kids get sicker and moms get panickier when the sun goes down? How rude of nightness.
Thus my trek into R's room, where he is sleeping soundly and breathing just fine. I climbed up onto the top bunk (didn't know I had it in me, didja?) and rested with him for awhile. Well, HE rested. I cried and worried. After awhile, I realized that I needed to get some sleep or else I'd go crazy, so I crawled back down and went back to bed with hubby. Who, by the way, was not sleeping either. (You're a good daddy, hubby.)
This morning R was fine, except for the limp. I sent him to school, but immediately looked up a doctor on our insurance and made an appointment. So today was a short school day for R. Funny, I didn't hear any complaints about that.... Anyway, the doctor spent a lot of time with R (Dr. L, you rock), and after much poking and prodding and manipulations of the legs, told us that R had strained his calf muscle but good, and he needed to rest it for at least a week. Then he gave R a "No P.E." pass that is good for a week. After that time, if R is still hurting, we're to go back.
Hmm, no running around in this Texas heat? What a tragedy. Bleh.
By the way, R's heart and lungs sounded perfect, and the doc thinks R either ate his lunch too fast, or had a little anxiety about the falling down episodes. Or both. He said that if the chest pains continue, we can do more tests, but for now he's not worried at all. The leg muscle was the only real problem today.
So there you have it. Looks like my little guy is going to be okay. And tonight, I plan to stay in my own bed and dream of happy things. Like maybe a shiny new Dyson!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Yesterday's theme: Tex Mex
I drove down to hubby's office to have lunch with him for the first time yesterday. Finally got to meet the peeps! None of them look the way I'd pictured them, which may or may not be a good thing. heh
We ate lunch at a little place called Berry Hill. They serve burritos and enchiladas and the like - but this ain't your mama's Tex-Mex fare, nosirree. My burrito was as big as a dinner plate and very spicy (yum!). It also cost $8.99, but what do you expect in the Houston Galleria area? The food was good, but the company was better. I lubs my dh.
As we left the restaurant, we couldn't find the car for a minute - which totally freaked us both out because (1) it's a 10-year-old POS, and (b) we've been through the stolen-car thing before. We eventually found our little Saturn behind a large Cadillac SUV. I think the poor car was intimidated by all the rich cars and got embarrassed and decided to hide.
Last night we had hubby's mother over for dinner. I made fajitas (hmm, I see a food pattern here), which were good. The homemade guacamole was awesome. Thanks, mom, for passing that recipe down to me. I miss you.
What else did I do yesterday ... ? Well, I dropped my government class because the professor has a screw loose. I'll be re-registering for government with another prof, who came highly recommended by one of my friends. (Thanks, J! I love ya! [waving]) Accounting class starts in two weeks, and THAT one I'm looking forward to.
Well, gotta get outta here and gas up the car quickly because the gas prices have shot through the roof around here (thanks for NOTHING, Katrina). I also told K I'd take him to school today, so I'd better get right on that.
Y'all have a good day now, ya hear?
We ate lunch at a little place called Berry Hill. They serve burritos and enchiladas and the like - but this ain't your mama's Tex-Mex fare, nosirree. My burrito was as big as a dinner plate and very spicy (yum!). It also cost $8.99, but what do you expect in the Houston Galleria area? The food was good, but the company was better. I lubs my dh.
As we left the restaurant, we couldn't find the car for a minute - which totally freaked us both out because (1) it's a 10-year-old POS, and (b) we've been through the stolen-car thing before. We eventually found our little Saturn behind a large Cadillac SUV. I think the poor car was intimidated by all the rich cars and got embarrassed and decided to hide.
Last night we had hubby's mother over for dinner. I made fajitas (hmm, I see a food pattern here), which were good. The homemade guacamole was awesome. Thanks, mom, for passing that recipe down to me. I miss you.
What else did I do yesterday ... ? Well, I dropped my government class because the professor has a screw loose. I'll be re-registering for government with another prof, who came highly recommended by one of my friends. (Thanks, J! I love ya! [waving]) Accounting class starts in two weeks, and THAT one I'm looking forward to.
Well, gotta get outta here and gas up the car quickly because the gas prices have shot through the roof around here (thanks for NOTHING, Katrina). I also told K I'd take him to school today, so I'd better get right on that.
Y'all have a good day now, ya hear?
Monday, August 29, 2005
Now playing: Wookin' pa nub
(That's "Looking for Love," Eddie Murphy-style, for those who may have missed the SNL episode. :)
Not much going on today. I got sick Saturday night (more like Sunday wee-hours) and have been feeling sluggish since. I think I ate something "wrong" at the party on Saturday, and it decided to make a reappearance in the middle of the night. Sorry, I know that's icky.
After the, um, episode, I laid down on the bathroom floor because the tiles were nice and cool on my pounding head and lurching stomach. Hubby came upstairs and found me there, and said it looked like I'd been shot. In retrospect, that sounds pretty funny. heh. Wouldn't have been quite as amusing if he'd been right, methinks.
Today I'm not as nauseated, but my head hurts. I think I may be a bit dehydrated, so I've been drinking decaf tea and hoping that would cure what ails me. It helped somewhat; I feel a little better, but still may need to take some Tylenol. I hate headaches.
It just started raining really hard here. I mean JUST - like while I was typing "Tylenol." Now I'm hearing loud thunderclaps. You know what this means? It means I get to wade down the driveway and greet the school buses with an umbrella. Not a particularly enticing thought, but the kids appreciate it, which makes it all worthwhile.
Off to roll up the legs of my jeans and find that umbrella....
(Oh, and now playing is "Every Morning" by Sugar Ray. :)
Not much going on today. I got sick Saturday night (more like Sunday wee-hours) and have been feeling sluggish since. I think I ate something "wrong" at the party on Saturday, and it decided to make a reappearance in the middle of the night. Sorry, I know that's icky.
After the, um, episode, I laid down on the bathroom floor because the tiles were nice and cool on my pounding head and lurching stomach. Hubby came upstairs and found me there, and said it looked like I'd been shot. In retrospect, that sounds pretty funny. heh. Wouldn't have been quite as amusing if he'd been right, methinks.
Today I'm not as nauseated, but my head hurts. I think I may be a bit dehydrated, so I've been drinking decaf tea and hoping that would cure what ails me. It helped somewhat; I feel a little better, but still may need to take some Tylenol. I hate headaches.
It just started raining really hard here. I mean JUST - like while I was typing "Tylenol." Now I'm hearing loud thunderclaps. You know what this means? It means I get to wade down the driveway and greet the school buses with an umbrella. Not a particularly enticing thought, but the kids appreciate it, which makes it all worthwhile.
Off to roll up the legs of my jeans and find that umbrella....
(Oh, and now playing is "Every Morning" by Sugar Ray. :)
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Stuffing Priscilla
BWAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!
I haven't watched "Trading Spaces" in over a year, but OMG tonight's episode had me on the floor! I love whoever at TLC came up with the idea to trick Doug and Hildi - never were there two individuals more deserving of a prank than they.
In order to understand the title, you'll have to watch the show. Here's a quick preview for you.
[mwah!] to the Trading Spaces crew. You gave me the best belly laugh I've had in ages. Thanks. =D
I haven't watched "Trading Spaces" in over a year, but OMG tonight's episode had me on the floor! I love whoever at TLC came up with the idea to trick Doug and Hildi - never were there two individuals more deserving of a prank than they.
In order to understand the title, you'll have to watch the show. Here's a quick preview for you.
[mwah!] to the Trading Spaces crew. You gave me the best belly laugh I've had in ages. Thanks. =D
Party animal
The party was a success! Both honorees were completely surprised, which was great because gimpy sis and I had gone through a lot to ensure that certain information did not reach certain people. My police-sister loved the donut "cake," which was decorated on the fly with two tubes of icing that I didn't realize were tip-less (in other words, the donuts had gloppy frosting spilling down the sides instead of the pretty little florets I wanted to do). It was a yummy success anyway, and I'll ask sis to send me the picture she took so I can post it.
The other cake (for sdad's S.O.) was a delicious red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. This cake may well have been the most delicious cake I've ever had. Props to the Kroger bakery.
We spent the day visiting with the family, and the kids spent a few hours in the pool. They had a great time, and I'm so glad they got to go because this may very well be their last dip until next summer - since school started, our neighborhood pool is closed more than it is open. Phooey.
Well, I'm exhausted and will be heading to bed soon. I was up very late last night helping sis because she was having a rough time with some surgery issues. I feel for her. She was much better today, so hopefully she's back on track to a full recovery.
Completely unrelated, yet worth noting: Kroger had vine-ripened tomatoes this week, which smelled so fresh I felt like I'd just picked them myself. I wouldn't recommend putting them on cake, though. :)
The other cake (for sdad's S.O.) was a delicious red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. This cake may well have been the most delicious cake I've ever had. Props to the Kroger bakery.
We spent the day visiting with the family, and the kids spent a few hours in the pool. They had a great time, and I'm so glad they got to go because this may very well be their last dip until next summer - since school started, our neighborhood pool is closed more than it is open. Phooey.
Well, I'm exhausted and will be heading to bed soon. I was up very late last night helping sis because she was having a rough time with some surgery issues. I feel for her. She was much better today, so hopefully she's back on track to a full recovery.
Completely unrelated, yet worth noting: Kroger had vine-ripened tomatoes this week, which smelled so fresh I felt like I'd just picked them myself. I wouldn't recommend putting them on cake, though. :)
Friday, August 26, 2005
Stressed
Must be a recurring theme around these parts. Seems like everyone's feeling it right now. I guess it's because the lazy days of summer are behind us.
I've got a gajizillion things to do today in preparation for a double-whammy surprise party tomorrow. (How do I get myself into these things? Oh yeah, it's because I love my family; all of them, darn it.) Anyway, we're having a surprise "congratulations" party for my sister for successfully graduating from the police academy, plus a surprise "happy birthday" party for my s-dad's significant other. Best of all, they're simultaneous parties! Fun! I'm freakin' nuts!
So ... today I am taking other sis to physical therapy at 10:30, then taking her home and making sure she's comfy and fed, then straightening up her house because tomorrow's parties are at her house cuz she has a pool. Then I have to come home, meet two school buses - both of which had BETTER have all my kids on them! I'm going to be counting heads, so look out, bus driver people! - and get the kids snack'ed and homework'ed. Then I have to pack because I'm going back to sis's house to spend the night and decorate the house for tomorrow.
Sometime today I also need to go to the college bookstore and buy my government and accounting textbooks. And I have to get a birthday cake, and some donuts (police-sis's "cake" will be made of donuts. Get it? I crack myself up!) And I want to run by the dollar store and get some little trinkety handcuffs and other such police decor.
But first, I have to get K on the bus, which comes in 7 minutes.
Do you think I have time for a nap?
I've got a gajizillion things to do today in preparation for a double-whammy surprise party tomorrow. (How do I get myself into these things? Oh yeah, it's because I love my family; all of them, darn it.) Anyway, we're having a surprise "congratulations" party for my sister for successfully graduating from the police academy, plus a surprise "happy birthday" party for my s-dad's significant other. Best of all, they're simultaneous parties! Fun! I'm freakin' nuts!
So ... today I am taking other sis to physical therapy at 10:30, then taking her home and making sure she's comfy and fed, then straightening up her house because tomorrow's parties are at her house cuz she has a pool. Then I have to come home, meet two school buses - both of which had BETTER have all my kids on them! I'm going to be counting heads, so look out, bus driver people! - and get the kids snack'ed and homework'ed. Then I have to pack because I'm going back to sis's house to spend the night and decorate the house for tomorrow.
Sometime today I also need to go to the college bookstore and buy my government and accounting textbooks. And I have to get a birthday cake, and some donuts (police-sis's "cake" will be made of donuts. Get it? I crack myself up!) And I want to run by the dollar store and get some little trinkety handcuffs and other such police decor.
But first, I have to get K on the bus, which comes in 7 minutes.
Do you think I have time for a nap?
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Just had to share
I love this picture. P attended an etiquette class this summer, and this was taken on her graduation day. She loves dressing up, so she was totally in her element.
Dang!
Well, we're not going to Italy. Hubby thinks it would be better to spend Thanksgiving here with the children, so here we shall stay. I am terribly disappointed. I love my kids with all my heart, and I would miss them like crazy, but at the same time I hate that we're passing up a pretty good opportunity. [pout] [stamp] [grumble] [throw something] [I didn't really throw anything] [but I wanted to]
Hubby already knows I'm blue about this decision, so all my rantings are just for you guys. Aren't you lucky? Whee!
Onward ...
I spent today with my sis (ACL-surgery sis, that is). I took her to physical therapy, which is apparently some kind of medieval torture chamber wherein they stretch you out to ungodly shapes and then beat you down with insults like "wimp." Sis thinks the PT guy had a former career in a touchy-feely field, like drill sergeant or junior high coach.
Speaking of the family gimps (that's our loving term for my limp-y sis), hubby's grandmother is now out of the hospital but is in convalescent care. She does seem to be improving, which is wonderful news. Thanks to all who put her on their prayer lists and in their thoughts. You guys rock!
This afternoon, all kidlets made it home and accounted for with no major problems. Props to the bus! Keep up the good dropping off! But of course there is a school supply "need" - R has to take tweezers to class tomorrow. He said they're going to dissect "something." Er, okay...
I don't even want to know. (I betcha Italy knows, though.)
Hubby already knows I'm blue about this decision, so all my rantings are just for you guys. Aren't you lucky? Whee!
Onward ...
I spent today with my sis (ACL-surgery sis, that is). I took her to physical therapy, which is apparently some kind of medieval torture chamber wherein they stretch you out to ungodly shapes and then beat you down with insults like "wimp." Sis thinks the PT guy had a former career in a touchy-feely field, like drill sergeant or junior high coach.
Speaking of the family gimps (that's our loving term for my limp-y sis), hubby's grandmother is now out of the hospital but is in convalescent care. She does seem to be improving, which is wonderful news. Thanks to all who put her on their prayer lists and in their thoughts. You guys rock!
This afternoon, all kidlets made it home and accounted for with no major problems. Props to the bus! Keep up the good dropping off! But of course there is a school supply "need" - R has to take tweezers to class tomorrow. He said they're going to dissect "something." Er, okay...
I don't even want to know. (I betcha Italy knows, though.)
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Home again, home again
The kids, that is. I had to wait outside so that the new driver on R & P's bus would stop, but K made it home just fine.
I'm sick to death of the bus problems. But darn it, the buses are there for a reason. I shouldn't have to drive the kids to school every day just because the drivers for this district are idjits. Plus, no one wants to see me in my robe and curlers at 7:00 a.m., that's for sure.
Hubby is having a terrible day at work. His boss is a numbnuts, and she is making his life (thus, our lives) miserable. Thanks for nothing, beyotch. Here's a novel idea: try a little more ... oh, I don't know ... communicating, could you?
I spent the day taking care of my sister (remember, the one who had ACL surgery?) and helping her out around the house. She always feels very guilty when people help her, but what she doesn't realize is that we're glad to do it! So sis, please, stop feeling guilty and worrying about any of us doing too much. Trust me, we won't do too much. We're much too lazy for that, ya know.
Guess I'd better get dinner started. Tonight will be a mishmash of spaghetti squash, ricotta, parmesan, ground beef, mushrooms, tomatoes, and pickles. Okay, maybe no pickles. That would be gross.
I'm sick to death of the bus problems. But darn it, the buses are there for a reason. I shouldn't have to drive the kids to school every day just because the drivers for this district are idjits. Plus, no one wants to see me in my robe and curlers at 7:00 a.m., that's for sure.
Hubby is having a terrible day at work. His boss is a numbnuts, and she is making his life (thus, our lives) miserable. Thanks for nothing, beyotch. Here's a novel idea: try a little more ... oh, I don't know ... communicating, could you?
I spent the day taking care of my sister (remember, the one who had ACL surgery?) and helping her out around the house. She always feels very guilty when people help her, but what she doesn't realize is that we're glad to do it! So sis, please, stop feeling guilty and worrying about any of us doing too much. Trust me, we won't do too much. We're much too lazy for that, ya know.
Guess I'd better get dinner started. Tonight will be a mishmash of spaghetti squash, ricotta, parmesan, ground beef, mushrooms, tomatoes, and pickles. Okay, maybe no pickles. That would be gross.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Revenge of the bus
Today K's bus comes by at 4:10. I am stoked because this means all my little chicks are back in the nest early. Only - they're not. The bus stops and one person gets off. And it ain't K.
So I turn into Flo Jo and take off running around the block, trying to flag the bus driver down. Naturally, he does not see me. So I race back home, grab the car keys, and drive like a madwoman toward the school, all the while hoping that I'll either catch up to the bus or find that K just happened to miss it and was waiting patiently for me in front of the school (yeah, right).
Meanwhile, I'm calling 411 and trying to get the number to the school so that they can tell me if my baby is sitting there crying and wanting his mommy. In all my panicking, I give the nice lady at 411 the name of the wrong school. Hello! We've moved! K no longer goes to WMS, idiot. That only took me two tries (and $2.50) to figure out.
Sooooo ... I call home while pulling into the parking lot of the school. I am met with the answering machine and continue to babble into it "helloooooo, it's moommmmm, pick up the phoooone, I'm going to keep talking until you dooooo..." until finally R picks up. He says, "Sorry I didn't answer sooner, mom. I was unlocking the front door for K."
Mixed feelings of anger and relief wash over me. I ask to talk to K, who comes to the phone in tears because he missed his stop and had to walk three blocks to get home, and now thinks I'm mad at him (okay, I was, a little). Now, a little walking won't kill anyone, but the bus driver annoys me - he told K "this is my last stop; you have to get off. Your street is that way," and jerks his finger backwards. Then he put.my.child.off.the.bus.
The more I think about it, the madder I get. I seriously doubt that tossing a kid off the bus is protocol. K is new to the area. He wasn't sure where he was, and could easily have gotten lost. OMG, we're so lucky he got home in one piece.
I'll be calling to talk to the bus driver's boss tomorrow. Lord, please don't let me get the evil transportation lady ...
So I turn into Flo Jo and take off running around the block, trying to flag the bus driver down. Naturally, he does not see me. So I race back home, grab the car keys, and drive like a madwoman toward the school, all the while hoping that I'll either catch up to the bus or find that K just happened to miss it and was waiting patiently for me in front of the school (yeah, right).
Meanwhile, I'm calling 411 and trying to get the number to the school so that they can tell me if my baby is sitting there crying and wanting his mommy. In all my panicking, I give the nice lady at 411 the name of the wrong school. Hello! We've moved! K no longer goes to WMS, idiot. That only took me two tries (and $2.50) to figure out.
Sooooo ... I call home while pulling into the parking lot of the school. I am met with the answering machine and continue to babble into it "helloooooo, it's moommmmm, pick up the phoooone, I'm going to keep talking until you dooooo..." until finally R picks up. He says, "Sorry I didn't answer sooner, mom. I was unlocking the front door for K."
Mixed feelings of anger and relief wash over me. I ask to talk to K, who comes to the phone in tears because he missed his stop and had to walk three blocks to get home, and now thinks I'm mad at him (okay, I was, a little). Now, a little walking won't kill anyone, but the bus driver annoys me - he told K "this is my last stop; you have to get off. Your street is that way," and jerks his finger backwards. Then he put.my.child.off.the.bus.
The more I think about it, the madder I get. I seriously doubt that tossing a kid off the bus is protocol. K is new to the area. He wasn't sure where he was, and could easily have gotten lost. OMG, we're so lucky he got home in one piece.
I'll be calling to talk to the bus driver's boss tomorrow. Lord, please don't let me get the evil transportation lady ...
For hubby...
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School supplies and Europe
Wassup? (How's that for an intro?)
Yesterday, K and I went shopping to get him a new binder for school. (Again with the school supplies!) He asked for a larger one "like Jonathan's" (whoever that is). We found a cool binder at Office Depot, but naturally it was pricey ($15 is pricey, is it not?). The frugalite in me was screaming with every fiber of her being, but I shushed her, sucked it up, and bought the darn binder. I figure it will be good for K to have at school because it has an outside pouch wherein he can put extra class folders, thus rectifying his have-to-go-to-the-locker-between-every-class issue.
Don't worry, I calmed my inner frugalite with some clearance-rack goodies. She's okay now.
Before we went to Office Depot, we went to Supercuts to get K a much-needed trim. The kid has fabulous thick hair, but it grows too fast. He's Sasquatch, y'all. Well, at least on his head.
Anyway, as we were walking into Supercuts, K asked if I'd locked the car. I said yes, and he said oh, I didn't hear the "beep." I told him I'd just pressed the door lock when we got out of the car. What I failed to mention (or realize) was that it would have been hard for me to "beep" the car because, well, the keys were in the car.
Luckily, we don't live far from the stores we were visiting, so I called home and told hubby to come save us. Five minutes later, my knight in shining Saturn drove up and unlocked the car. I'm sure he was thinking what a dork I was ... and this time, he wouldn't have been wrong.
Oh, I do have a bit of potentially exciting news: Hubby and I have an opportunity to go to Italy this fall! Hubs' sis and her hubs (confused yet? ha!) are going, and they invited us to come along. It's a "pay your own way and take your own flight but hey we can all stay at the same hotel but not on all the same nights and hey you look fabulous, have you lost weight" kind of deal. Or something like that. Anyway, hubby and I are both very excited (thanks for the offer, A & C!) and hope we get to go on the trip.
Now I have to get a passport, which costs $97, I think. That's peanuts compared to the rest of the trip, but it's something I gotta do now. I just hope the person in my passport pic doesn't look like the chick in my driver's license picture. Yikes.
Today I'm back in laundry mode - a necessity, since there are not one but THREE mountains of laundry waiting for me. Naturally, here I sit at the computer. Hey, don't judge me - you're here, too.
Anyway, I guess I'd better get back to it. Ah, the exciting life of a suburbanite.
Yesterday, K and I went shopping to get him a new binder for school. (Again with the school supplies!) He asked for a larger one "like Jonathan's" (whoever that is). We found a cool binder at Office Depot, but naturally it was pricey ($15 is pricey, is it not?). The frugalite in me was screaming with every fiber of her being, but I shushed her, sucked it up, and bought the darn binder. I figure it will be good for K to have at school because it has an outside pouch wherein he can put extra class folders, thus rectifying his have-to-go-to-the-locker-between-every-class issue.
Don't worry, I calmed my inner frugalite with some clearance-rack goodies. She's okay now.
Before we went to Office Depot, we went to Supercuts to get K a much-needed trim. The kid has fabulous thick hair, but it grows too fast. He's Sasquatch, y'all. Well, at least on his head.
Anyway, as we were walking into Supercuts, K asked if I'd locked the car. I said yes, and he said oh, I didn't hear the "beep." I told him I'd just pressed the door lock when we got out of the car. What I failed to mention (or realize) was that it would have been hard for me to "beep" the car because, well, the keys were in the car.
Luckily, we don't live far from the stores we were visiting, so I called home and told hubby to come save us. Five minutes later, my knight in shining Saturn drove up and unlocked the car. I'm sure he was thinking what a dork I was ... and this time, he wouldn't have been wrong.
Oh, I do have a bit of potentially exciting news: Hubby and I have an opportunity to go to Italy this fall! Hubs' sis and her hubs (confused yet? ha!) are going, and they invited us to come along. It's a "pay your own way and take your own flight but hey we can all stay at the same hotel but not on all the same nights and hey you look fabulous, have you lost weight" kind of deal. Or something like that. Anyway, hubby and I are both very excited (thanks for the offer, A & C!) and hope we get to go on the trip.
Now I have to get a passport, which costs $97, I think. That's peanuts compared to the rest of the trip, but it's something I gotta do now. I just hope the person in my passport pic doesn't look like the chick in my driver's license picture. Yikes.
Today I'm back in laundry mode - a necessity, since there are not one but THREE mountains of laundry waiting for me. Naturally, here I sit at the computer. Hey, don't judge me - you're here, too.
Anyway, I guess I'd better get back to it. Ah, the exciting life of a suburbanite.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
So tired
I even took a nap today, and still I'm tired.
This morning I watched K mow the front yard for the very first time. I was so proud. He was so sweaty. I had to redo a couple of small passes, but overall, he did a great job.
Tomorrow he tackles the backyard.
Hubby and I bought a new ceiling fan for the guest room today. That room never did have a fan, which I don't understand - we live in Texas, which means that a fan is mandatory equipment for every single bedroom. I hope the FBI doesn't catch on that the previous owners of this house had a room without one.
(yawn) Have I mentioned that I'm tired?
Nothing exciting happened today. Oh, except that I was *thisclose* to getting a Dyson. I even took it off the shelf and pushed it around Lowes. I would have been willing to vacuum the store, but they wouldn't let me plug it in, the meanies.
Ended up going home without it (pout), but I think hubby is still a little gunshy of the price tag. I do have a 10% off coupon, but maybe that just wasn't enough. Hey, maybe you guys can help - If you can do better than 10% off at Home Depot, Lowes, Target, or even Linens and Things, please point me in the right direction. Bed Bath & Beyond sucks, by the way, because in my 20% off coupon for them, it says in the fine print that Dysons aren't included. Phooey.
Well, I'm heading to bed now. I reckon I'll have Dyson dreams tonight. ;)
This morning I watched K mow the front yard for the very first time. I was so proud. He was so sweaty. I had to redo a couple of small passes, but overall, he did a great job.
Tomorrow he tackles the backyard.
Hubby and I bought a new ceiling fan for the guest room today. That room never did have a fan, which I don't understand - we live in Texas, which means that a fan is mandatory equipment for every single bedroom. I hope the FBI doesn't catch on that the previous owners of this house had a room without one.
(yawn) Have I mentioned that I'm tired?
Nothing exciting happened today. Oh, except that I was *thisclose* to getting a Dyson. I even took it off the shelf and pushed it around Lowes. I would have been willing to vacuum the store, but they wouldn't let me plug it in, the meanies.
Ended up going home without it (pout), but I think hubby is still a little gunshy of the price tag. I do have a 10% off coupon, but maybe that just wasn't enough. Hey, maybe you guys can help - If you can do better than 10% off at Home Depot, Lowes, Target, or even Linens and Things, please point me in the right direction. Bed Bath & Beyond sucks, by the way, because in my 20% off coupon for them, it says in the fine print that Dysons aren't included. Phooey.
Well, I'm heading to bed now. I reckon I'll have Dyson dreams tonight. ;)
Friday, August 19, 2005
Crabby
Today's rant will cover school supplies and office beyotches. If these topics do not interest you, feel free to start up a FreeCell game. Also, I am crabby, which will either make this post really interesting or really jumpy-all-over-the-placey.
Okay, a few weeks ago, I paid a bunch of money for prepackaged school supplies for my 7th grader. At the time, I thought it was great - we'd just moved to the area and I was uncertain if this district was particular about brand names and such. (My niece's school requires Crayola crayons, Mead folders, Expo markers, etc. *NO* off-brand products or they'll tie you up and give you 30 lashes with a wet noodle or something.). I figured the school would have everything exactly as they wanted it right in that nice little package. Okay, it wasn't exactly little - hubby could have used it for bench pressing - but you get the drift.
So why is it that every day K comes home with a new list? Nearly every teacher has told the kids to get a new three-ring binder and a Duo-Tang folder and a spiral notebook for each class. And that's at the very least. One also required the kids bring in magazines "that they can cut from." Now, I have three subscriptions, so this last one was not a big problem for me (although admittedly I'll miss my Southern Living issue from March 2001; I am a big SL-saving nut) but I know people without any subscriptions, so are they going to have to go out and buy three magazines for this class? Or do they face the wet noodle?
Ridiculous. How are the kids supposed to fit all this extra stuff into their puny lockers, anyway?
Speaking of lockers: Today was the kicker in "supplies from hell" week. K brought home the entire contents of his locker, including the lock, because he was told that if he had not purchased a combination lock from the school, the school would cut his lock off. Now, I can understand the school needing all the combinations, I suppose, but why couldn't we have just given the combination to the office?
Background: When we first registered K for junior high, I asked about the locks. The counselor specifically told me that purchasing a lock from the office was optional. When I called today to find out what the deal was, and to see if K could just bring his combination to the office, I was told in no uncertain terms that bringing your own lock is NOT OKAY! The woman was yelling at me, seriously. I had to hold the phone away from my hear just to understand her.
Does every school have a bitch in the front office? Homeschooling is sounding better and better every day.
And that is all.
Okay, a few weeks ago, I paid a bunch of money for prepackaged school supplies for my 7th grader. At the time, I thought it was great - we'd just moved to the area and I was uncertain if this district was particular about brand names and such. (My niece's school requires Crayola crayons, Mead folders, Expo markers, etc. *NO* off-brand products or they'll tie you up and give you 30 lashes with a wet noodle or something.). I figured the school would have everything exactly as they wanted it right in that nice little package. Okay, it wasn't exactly little - hubby could have used it for bench pressing - but you get the drift.
So why is it that every day K comes home with a new list? Nearly every teacher has told the kids to get a new three-ring binder and a Duo-Tang folder and a spiral notebook for each class. And that's at the very least. One also required the kids bring in magazines "that they can cut from." Now, I have three subscriptions, so this last one was not a big problem for me (although admittedly I'll miss my Southern Living issue from March 2001; I am a big SL-saving nut) but I know people without any subscriptions, so are they going to have to go out and buy three magazines for this class? Or do they face the wet noodle?
Ridiculous. How are the kids supposed to fit all this extra stuff into their puny lockers, anyway?
Speaking of lockers: Today was the kicker in "supplies from hell" week. K brought home the entire contents of his locker, including the lock, because he was told that if he had not purchased a combination lock from the school, the school would cut his lock off. Now, I can understand the school needing all the combinations, I suppose, but why couldn't we have just given the combination to the office?
Background: When we first registered K for junior high, I asked about the locks. The counselor specifically told me that purchasing a lock from the office was optional. When I called today to find out what the deal was, and to see if K could just bring his combination to the office, I was told in no uncertain terms that bringing your own lock is NOT OKAY! The woman was yelling at me, seriously. I had to hold the phone away from my hear just to understand her.
Does every school have a bitch in the front office? Homeschooling is sounding better and better every day.
And that is all.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
No catchy title comes to mind
Pez tagged me to do a little blurbette about my neighborhood (only she put a cute little "u" in "neighbourhood" - I love that), so that is how I shall start my blog today.
When did you move to the neighbourhood?
We moved into this house on July 1st of this year. Previously, we lived in a little 'burb of Austin, Texas, where nothing ever happened, but if it did, all four of the town's cops showed up to check it out.
What is your favourite part of the neighbourhood?
Like Pez, I love my house! It's far and away the nicest place I've ever lived - or ever dreamed of living. There are other nice parts of the subdivision, but my hands-down fave is this very house. Of course, the family that dwells within these four walls plays a big part in my love of the place.
What is your favourite place to visit around these parts?
That's a tough one, as Houston has SO many options. I used to really enjoy going downtown and having dinner at the spinning restaurant atop the Hyatt Regency (not sure if the restaurant is still there). In my little neck of the woods, my favorite place to hang out is Old Town Spring.
Where would you suggest someone new to your region should visit?
NASA's Johnson Space Center, which is located about an hour from where I live, is definitely a do-not-miss. Reliant Stadium and Minute Maid Park are also really cool to visit (confession: I've been to Reliant, but only during the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Never been to MMP, but have heard it's freakin' awesome!) Anyway, I think that taking in a football or baseball game in a town I'm visiting is always a fun experience.
In other news ...
R & P's school bus got home 80 minutes late yesterday. I was beside myself with worry. I called transportation twice, but was given the "oh, everything's late, don't concern yourself" spiel until I gritted my teeth and said, "Look, my children are out there somewhere, and I'm scared to DEATH! I need to know something!" That did the trick - transportation lady (probably not the previously-mentioned one) immediately found their bus and told me what was going on. (For the record, they were short on drivers and my kids' route had to wait at school until another elementary route was done and the bus returned to the school before they got to load. The children sat in the gym for over an hour. NO parents were informed. Grrrr...)
Today, R & P were dropped off - at our front door, no less - 17 minutes after school let out. I think that's a new record.
K did not have a great day at school yesterday (darn, I was hoping his happy-streak would last more than a day). He was assigned all his textbooks, and they are HEAVY. These kids have tiny little lockers, so there's no way all those books will fit. And - they're not allowed to take their backpacks to any class. So that leaves 1100 kids toting around heavy books all day long. I mean, not that it will kill the kids or anything, but I know *I* wouldn't enjoy carting around 20 pounds of books between every class. Although it would tone up my arms quite nicely...
Sorry, I got off topic there. I have no solutions for K, short of making friends with a giant-bicep'ed dude (or chick; hey, I'm not picky) who will cart his books to class for him. If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it. Just click on "Comments" and post away!
Today was filled with the excitement of laundry. I am so very bored. I can't even find any fun websites to surf. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to click on that "Comments" thingy.
I keep forgetting to mention that I'm low-carbing again. I figure if I mention it here, you guys can keep me honest. And no, I will not put a webcam on my fridge (not that that's a bad idea, mind you); you'll just have to trust me. Anyway, today is Day Three of my diet, and I've been doing pretty well. Except for the following: Night before last, I had about a quarter-cup of dump cake, and last night I had six pieces of onion from Chili's Awesome Blossom (sinful, that).
In preparation for this diet, the other day I threw away half a box of Oreo cookies and a package of yummmmmmmmy yogurt pretzels. There are currently two very-tempting fortune cookies sitting on the counter, but those (and the tortilla chips in my pantry) are my "tests." If I can withstand the call of their delectable goodness, I can do anything!
I've decided to name our house "As The Grass Grows." The lawn is long enough to warrant a letter from The Association (buh bum BUM!!!). I hate that. I did try to mow this morning, but the humidity was so high that I felt faint just getting the mower started and gave up. Then it rained here again this afternoon, so there ya go.
I am the queen of excuses, can you tell?
Guess I'd better get back to the hill of laundry. Hey, this morning it was a mountain, so I guess I'm making progress. Ah, what lowly heights I aspire to these days...
Have a good evening, everyone. And remember, you're never too old to start something new. Well, yes, you could be too old. But that takes all the fun out of that saying.
When did you move to the neighbourhood?
We moved into this house on July 1st of this year. Previously, we lived in a little 'burb of Austin, Texas, where nothing ever happened, but if it did, all four of the town's cops showed up to check it out.
What is your favourite part of the neighbourhood?
Like Pez, I love my house! It's far and away the nicest place I've ever lived - or ever dreamed of living. There are other nice parts of the subdivision, but my hands-down fave is this very house. Of course, the family that dwells within these four walls plays a big part in my love of the place.
What is your favourite place to visit around these parts?
That's a tough one, as Houston has SO many options. I used to really enjoy going downtown and having dinner at the spinning restaurant atop the Hyatt Regency (not sure if the restaurant is still there). In my little neck of the woods, my favorite place to hang out is Old Town Spring.
Where would you suggest someone new to your region should visit?
NASA's Johnson Space Center, which is located about an hour from where I live, is definitely a do-not-miss. Reliant Stadium and Minute Maid Park are also really cool to visit (confession: I've been to Reliant, but only during the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Never been to MMP, but have heard it's freakin' awesome!) Anyway, I think that taking in a football or baseball game in a town I'm visiting is always a fun experience.
In other news ...
R & P's school bus got home 80 minutes late yesterday. I was beside myself with worry. I called transportation twice, but was given the "oh, everything's late, don't concern yourself" spiel until I gritted my teeth and said, "Look, my children are out there somewhere, and I'm scared to DEATH! I need to know something!" That did the trick - transportation lady (probably not the previously-mentioned one) immediately found their bus and told me what was going on. (For the record, they were short on drivers and my kids' route had to wait at school until another elementary route was done and the bus returned to the school before they got to load. The children sat in the gym for over an hour. NO parents were informed. Grrrr...)
Today, R & P were dropped off - at our front door, no less - 17 minutes after school let out. I think that's a new record.
K did not have a great day at school yesterday (darn, I was hoping his happy-streak would last more than a day). He was assigned all his textbooks, and they are HEAVY. These kids have tiny little lockers, so there's no way all those books will fit. And - they're not allowed to take their backpacks to any class. So that leaves 1100 kids toting around heavy books all day long. I mean, not that it will kill the kids or anything, but I know *I* wouldn't enjoy carting around 20 pounds of books between every class. Although it would tone up my arms quite nicely...
Sorry, I got off topic there. I have no solutions for K, short of making friends with a giant-bicep'ed dude (or chick; hey, I'm not picky) who will cart his books to class for him. If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it. Just click on "Comments" and post away!
Today was filled with the excitement of laundry. I am so very bored. I can't even find any fun websites to surf. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to click on that "Comments" thingy.
I keep forgetting to mention that I'm low-carbing again. I figure if I mention it here, you guys can keep me honest. And no, I will not put a webcam on my fridge (not that that's a bad idea, mind you); you'll just have to trust me. Anyway, today is Day Three of my diet, and I've been doing pretty well. Except for the following: Night before last, I had about a quarter-cup of dump cake, and last night I had six pieces of onion from Chili's Awesome Blossom (sinful, that).
In preparation for this diet, the other day I threw away half a box of Oreo cookies and a package of yummmmmmmmy yogurt pretzels. There are currently two very-tempting fortune cookies sitting on the counter, but those (and the tortilla chips in my pantry) are my "tests." If I can withstand the call of their delectable goodness, I can do anything!
I've decided to name our house "As The Grass Grows." The lawn is long enough to warrant a letter from The Association (buh bum BUM!!!). I hate that. I did try to mow this morning, but the humidity was so high that I felt faint just getting the mower started and gave up. Then it rained here again this afternoon, so there ya go.
I am the queen of excuses, can you tell?
Guess I'd better get back to the hill of laundry. Hey, this morning it was a mountain, so I guess I'm making progress. Ah, what lowly heights I aspire to these days...
Have a good evening, everyone. And remember, you're never too old to start something new. Well, yes, you could be too old. But that takes all the fun out of that saying.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Wednesday Wednesday
First of all, I want to give a shout out to my uber-cool sister who is graduating from the police academy tonight. She has spent four hours a night, five nights a week, in Academy classes since January. And that doesn't even take into consideration her full-time day job! She so rocks.
The fruits of her efforts will be acknowledged tonight at a graduation ceremony at U of H, and I am so proud of her. Way to go, Tnk!
Second, I wanted to tell my other sister (they're twins, by the way) that I hope she gets well soon. Her ACL surgery really knocked her for a loop, and she's pretty much still bedridden. Side note: this sister also rocks because she is an EMT. She rides ambulances and saves lives - for free! Props to you, too, sis. Get well soon!
Hmmm ... I'm starting to think I should go to firefighter school just to complete the circle - police, ambulance, fire. Well, since that probably won't work out, we'll have to do police, ambulance, accountant.
Suddenly, I feel insignificant.
Anyhooooooo ... today I spent the morning shopping. I bought a graduation gift for my sis, plus a few clothes for me. I am in desperate need of new casual clothes, since I lead a casual life. (Isn't that a Sheila E song?) I went to a cool store called Fancy Pants ("Social Blunders" people will appreciate that, lol) and bought some really nice black capri pants for $12. Normal price was $50. Cheap! Wait, that was yesterday's post...
Kids got off to school just fine this morning. I hope R has a better day - yesterday was apparently rough for him. I might have to have a chat with his beyotchy (is that a word?) teacher. She has not impressed me at all so far. R started reading at 3, is in the gifted program, and won the school spelling bee last year (read: he's intelligent). But his teacher is doing her best to hold him back, and I do NOT appreciate that at all.
(heavy sigh)Okay, who's hiding my margarita?
P had a pretty good day yesterday, or so she said. She made a new friend on the bus, which is good because the kids have no neighborhood friends here yet. Well, now there's one, I suppose.
K had a GREAT day at school. I was (and am) over the moon about that! He's my normally painfully-shy 7th grader, but he took to his new school like a pro. I am so proud of him. Way to go, kiddo!
This morning was less stressful than yesterday; for one thing, no moving truck appeared to block my driveway, and for another, K actually caught the bus. Hubby left for work before K went to school, so I had the house all to myself as soon as the bus came. It was too quiet, so I used that as an excuse to go shopping. (Yeah, that's the reason. Some of my other shopping excuses include "I was bored" or "I was awake.") In any event, I won't be making a habit of it, so don't worry, hubby.
Well, I'd better get this place straightened up a bit. My MIL is coming over to watch the kids while I go to sis's graduation, and I'd like the place to look really clean. Oh, who am I kidding, there's not time for all that. I guess I'll settle for "neatened up."
Oh, and please keep hubby's 94-year-old grandmother in your thoughts and prayers. She has been admitted to the hospital and is not doing well. I hope she recovers, in part because R is extremely close to her, and frankly, I don't think his little 9-year-old heart can handle the pain of losing her. :(
Get well, GG! We love you!
The fruits of her efforts will be acknowledged tonight at a graduation ceremony at U of H, and I am so proud of her. Way to go, Tnk!
Second, I wanted to tell my other sister (they're twins, by the way) that I hope she gets well soon. Her ACL surgery really knocked her for a loop, and she's pretty much still bedridden. Side note: this sister also rocks because she is an EMT. She rides ambulances and saves lives - for free! Props to you, too, sis. Get well soon!
Hmmm ... I'm starting to think I should go to firefighter school just to complete the circle - police, ambulance, fire. Well, since that probably won't work out, we'll have to do police, ambulance, accountant.
Suddenly, I feel insignificant.
Anyhooooooo ... today I spent the morning shopping. I bought a graduation gift for my sis, plus a few clothes for me. I am in desperate need of new casual clothes, since I lead a casual life. (Isn't that a Sheila E song?) I went to a cool store called Fancy Pants ("Social Blunders" people will appreciate that, lol) and bought some really nice black capri pants for $12. Normal price was $50. Cheap! Wait, that was yesterday's post...
Kids got off to school just fine this morning. I hope R has a better day - yesterday was apparently rough for him. I might have to have a chat with his beyotchy (is that a word?) teacher. She has not impressed me at all so far. R started reading at 3, is in the gifted program, and won the school spelling bee last year (read: he's intelligent). But his teacher is doing her best to hold him back, and I do NOT appreciate that at all.
(heavy sigh)
P had a pretty good day yesterday, or so she said. She made a new friend on the bus, which is good because the kids have no neighborhood friends here yet. Well, now there's one, I suppose.
K had a GREAT day at school. I was (and am) over the moon about that! He's my normally painfully-shy 7th grader, but he took to his new school like a pro. I am so proud of him. Way to go, kiddo!
This morning was less stressful than yesterday; for one thing, no moving truck appeared to block my driveway, and for another, K actually caught the bus. Hubby left for work before K went to school, so I had the house all to myself as soon as the bus came. It was too quiet, so I used that as an excuse to go shopping. (Yeah, that's the reason. Some of my other shopping excuses include "I was bored" or "I was awake.") In any event, I won't be making a habit of it, so don't worry, hubby.
Well, I'd better get this place straightened up a bit. My MIL is coming over to watch the kids while I go to sis's graduation, and I'd like the place to look really clean. Oh, who am I kidding, there's not time for all that. I guess I'll settle for "neatened up."
Oh, and please keep hubby's 94-year-old grandmother in your thoughts and prayers. She has been admitted to the hospital and is not doing well. I hope she recovers, in part because R is extremely close to her, and frankly, I don't think his little 9-year-old heart can handle the pain of losing her. :(
Get well, GG! We love you!
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