Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Another Big Life Lesson

Image from here.

Some days are awesome.
Some days aren't.
Some days feel like
you've been hit in the face
with a frying pan.
That's just life.

Frying pans! Who knew? Right?
--Flynn Rider

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

My waterballoon lesson from today


Image from here.

Water balloons are made to hold water
not air.

Random, you say?
Why yes it's random - unless it's something you never knew
and you are in charge of an activity at the church tonight
that involves balloons and darts and all you have are water balloons.

No worries, though.
Problem was discovered in enough time to visit a merchant and procure the proper inflatable devices
and one young son
with tuba trained lungs
said he will use his talents
to help blow them all up.

Yay.

The additional lesson:
Early prepping. 
I am so glad I was preparing early for this activity, or it might have blown up.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sight Words

little mr. j  has a growing stack sight word flash cards for his kindergarten class.
(Words he is supposed to know when he sees them instead of sounding them out.)
He knows them already (thanks to the awesome mom that I am), but I still think we need to practice those sight words.
Last night while I was doing something on the computer, I gave him his cards and asked him to please go through them.
I was kind of listening and had to laugh when he read these cards - in order - one quickly after the other:

green
and
go

What are we teaching these kids?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Why I don't like football so much

video
video of practice fall 2010

This video shows some of the reasons.
I know they're all normal football things.
But, sheesh.
(I have more reasons, fyi.)

little mr.b's
first official game
(this season)
 is today.
Season lasts through November.

Hmmm.
Wish me luck.



Thursday, September 8, 2011

I might be having an identity crisis, but the purses are all Misty's fault


You need to know that I do not often buy things for myself.
I'm not a 'things' type of gal.
In fact, even when I need 'things,' it's torture for me to find 'things' that I like.
So when I receive birthday money, quite often it sits in a drawer in an envelope with my name on it and waits.
Sometimes for a very long time and then I decide that we need a basketball hoop and it goes towards that.
(I like the basketball hoop.)

A week ago last Monday (which reminds me that I still need to tell you our week ago last year story from the DMV that still makes me want to throw up when I think about it-anyway...), I decided that my pity party was over (in part, and in thanks, to you wonderful women who sent wonderful support and advice here and on FB-I am very grateful) and it was time for me to do something instead of moping around home. I had two items 'to do' on my list. One involved visiting the school and one the items pictured above.

That morning, after I couldn't get little mr. j's pictures printed off the computer before the bus came (he was student of the week and needed photos Monday morning to hang on the bulletin board and I procrastinated forgot), I knew I was going to have to go have to go out of the house.

I ended up going to the school at lunch time, gave his teacher the pictures and surprised little mr. j in the cafeteria. Then, the 'lunch buddy' couldn't stay to handle the second hour of duties, so I got to be the hero and stay to assist the kids as needed. It was great- I made some third grader laugh at a comment regarding my gratitude that whatever that wet thing was that he flung on me, I was thankful it wasn't snot.

Sunday, at church, Misty had a purse that I thought was very cute (see pic above- it was like the one with the design, but with a different design). She told me where she got it.

After not being snotted, I went to the place where she got it and found one similar and found another that I liked, and another, and another. Then I walked around the store with four bags on my arm trying to choose one and finding other nonessential items that I wanted.

I sent her a text and said, "Thanks a lot, Misty. I can never find a purse that I really like and now I've found four and I can't choose."
She sent a text back.
And then I think I called her.
I can't remember if the rest of the conversation was via text or if we were talking. I think we were talking.

Anyway, she said, "Get 'em all."

And my universe shifted.
I was out of the house. I was by myself. And I could buy four purses if I wanted.
So I did and it's all Misty's fault.
S'not mine.
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Disclaimer: I was at a discount store! There's no way I would buy four bags full retail, even if they were on sale!

And: miss s and my mother are coveting the blue ruffled one, you may as well.