Today I took my kids to Wright's Dairy. Best fresh squeezed lemonade ever, lemon custard ice cream, and Strawberried Alive. They milk their own.
We once again didn't go see Caspian. At the last minute, my kids got invited to a birthday party down the street. I watched History channel.
Waiting for Sheryl crow to take the stage. It's still warm but now there…oh here she comes
I'm working my ass off on the "random hill" elliptical workout right now. Yes, I can run and blog simultaneously!
74 days left until the first day of school! Maybe 75. My six year old is heartbroken over the end of school. I think she wants to move in with her teacher’s family.
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post,the player then tags 5 or more people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answers.
And on with it….
1. What was I doing 10 years ago?
Hubby and I were newlyweds and having newlywed fights and wondering why the heck we ever got married. We were also getting ready to work the Russell Construction stage at Jubilee Cityfest, meeting Jonny Lang and other cool stuff.
2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?
put laundry away (my least favorite thing)
get the dog from Dr. P’s
talk to my son about not making “eat this” jokes
go to Civitan meeting
3. Snacks I enjoy:
anything with peanut butter; graham crackers and milk; popcorn cooked on the stove
4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
Make sure my parents, siblings, inlaws, and grandparents were taken care of; make sure college funds were fat and happy; take a cruise to Greece; and then sit on the money in investments, petrified of spending any more.
5. Three of my bad habits:
blogging, including reading blogs
biting my nails
adjusting my bra in public
6. Five places I have lived:
Helena, AL; Montgomery, AL; Huber heights, OH; Albuquerque, NM; Lexington, KY
7. Jobs I’ve had:
Pretzel selling girl at Montgomery Mall before it was gangsta city; record-selling girl at Eastdale Mall; babysitter; administrative assistant (a few different times); library acquisitions assistant; Bruno’s deli girl; bookseller; tort reform girl; technical writer and editor (yay military contracts); child support caseworker; electronic banking customer consultant; nonprofit child care resource and referral agency girl.
I will not call people out, but if you decide to participate (& I hope you will) leave a comment and let me know so I can stop by and read your answers.
My son was called to the assistant principal’s office today for making a vulgar gesture and comment. I won’t describe it exactly here, but it all started with him saying, “hey guys, do you like nuts?”
That pretty much says it all.
Also this week, I allowed myself to get caught up in gossip-rumor land and made a total ass out of myself over something that was so not a big deal after all. It reminds me that no matter how much I like people, and how trustworthy they are (could I trust them to save my life, or drive my child to the beach? yes), secondhand information should be treated as hearsay is in court (at least the way it is on “Law & Order”).
Hopefully my Friend With a Better Blog Than Mine has forgiven me and will forget that I made a hormonal ass of myself.
My son spent more than an hour in the principal’s office. This is a kid who gets in trouble for laughing too much but that’s about it. Mr. Arendall said he was “bawling his eyes out.” We’ll see what happens. Hubby and I were dumbfounded. He was already going to be grounded for leaving his bedroom light on when he left for school (how many hundreds of times have we told him to turn the lights OFF when he leaves a room?). This is sort of the icing on the cake.
I wonder where he learned his little testicular joke? We really don’t talk “nuts and balls” around our house. And the television is closely monitored. Who knows. It was only a matter of time.
Let the life of crime begin.
Last night my six year old’s baton school had their recital. She was, of course, cute as can be and kept her performer’s smile on the whole time. She didn’t even drop her baton.
When she first wanted to take baton, I rolled my eyes. I am a ballet person. I wanted her to continue her classical ballet education. But baton is cheaper and right after school, which meant no more driving to Vestavia every Wednesday evening. Half the time I didn’t even have to go get her because a friend would bring her home.
But seeing what baton has done for her coordination and confidence changed my mind. Plus, a Crimsonette performed for us (she was good but not great), the Head Majorette of Auburn University performed (she was really good), and then Lindsay Aderholt, a UAB Majorette, blew the roof off the place. I have never seen anything like it. Ballet, physical fitness, and coordination–twirling and juggling five batons at once! My four year old said it was just like when Shadowhelm was juggling balls at Buck Creek Festival!
So when your kid wants to do baton don’t roll your eyes or giggle. Because some day it could be awesome.
I spent most of today in bed, wallowing.
For one thing, I really can’t handle overcast skies. Rain is fine if the sun is shining. The problem is incomprehensible to me. When I was a teenager I loved dreary days. I think because as a teen I was a teeny bit melodramatic and loved wallowing in sadness. It made me happy, so to speak. Now I’m not content to feel that way, but it’s hard to get out of bed.
The weather issue was compounded by today being my “baby’s” last day of preschool. It’s not just that she’s growing up. Why would I be sad about her growing, learning, maturing? It’s that I love the staff at our preschool so very much. Other preschools around the area just don’t work the same way. The kids and families and teachers and aides aren’t the same, so interested and invested in the children under their care.
Tonight I have to be in three places at once. My husband is picking up my slack and doing one thing and I am doing another, and I have to miss the more fun of the three meetings because one is more important than the other. It sux. I write that like my 13 year old cousin on MySpace.
tomorrow will be more positive. Today I have frizzy hair, oily skin, sweaty pits from the humidity, and no drive to cook supper so we are probably ordering pizza.