Sick Day

Blonde Girl woke up this morning with a fever and a sore throat.
We did go see the doctor and it is a virus.
She is on about her fifth nap for the day.
I called in at work.
Then, went to work for the teacher picture,
because it is still PICTURE DAY at our school.
I also stuffed the cubbies and finished our weekly note.
I brought in the stuff to make our fried rice as we are talking about Asia this week.
I also brought the monthly calendar.
I am not even going to talk about how time is flying by.
I just told everyone that I was a hologram and to ignore me.
It works.

Picture Perfect

Today was picture day in our class room.
OMG.
One was afraid to have her photo taken.
Poor thing.
Another was afraid because we weren't doing what we usually do.
He did adapt.
This other character in our room was angry that she had to have her picture taken.
"I am not going to smile."
"I wouldn't."
"This is just horrible."
Then she banged her head on the wall to show me how angry she was.
I said, "don't do that, you will hurt yourself and that will make me cry."
"There is nothing in there but a bone."
"Well, that and your brain."
She stopped, but was thoroughly disgusted with me.
She did get her picture taken.
I think she may have smiled.
The photographer thought she needed her own TV show.
She does, and it would be funny.
Later in circle, she couldn't join us because she had a wedgie.
"I can't come to circle, I have a wedgie."
A wedgie is the only thing stopping her from world domination.

The Sad, Sad Truth

Blonde Girl is at the kitchen table doing homework.
Miss Brunette, whose legs might be 4 feet tall, is still at school.
A mom at my school commented today,
"her legs are as long if not longer than yours."
Miss B. is your basic nightmare, she wheres size 0 tall.

Church Chat

I got a text from Mrs. W. as to where she was sitting in church.
I was still home making my way to the door,
but, I do not get there THAT early.
She had bet her husband that I would arrive at 9:03 a.m.
Okay, so I did and she was sitting on the epistle side and was found right away.


Some of you, and I am not naming names, think you are so smart saying things like,
"I didn't think you knew the difference between the gospel and the epistle side."
Thank you VERY much.
I would like to point out that I READ.
I do.


So there.

Sore Leg

Sadie started limping on Friday.
The girls were very concerned.
Freaked out might be a better word.
They wanted me to do something.
I had her rest as much as possible and the next day the limp was gone.
We haven't walked her this weekend and are trying to keep her resting.
Sometimes dogs have their own ideas.

(I had a picture, but can't upload it.
I may need new batteries.)

Autumnal Thinking

The deco is out.
I am thinking about making pumpkin bread.
I burnt apple cider candles last night.
Maybe,
a bit too much.
I was sneezing this morning.

TGIF

I have been holding off on the Autumn decorations,
but I am thinking this weekend. . . . .

Ode to Thursday

Okay, this week is just racing by.
Today was picture day at Blonde Girl's school.
I only hope she doesn't sneeze when they snap her picture.

Do NOT Panic

My blender is broken.
I looked on ebay for another cobalt blue one
and discovered it is a broken coupler.
Evidently,
I can order the parts on ebay or take it to an authorized repair facility.
I am going to let someone else repair it.
It is a very important blender.

A Funny Thing

There have been some hilarious things happen during church over the years,
and Mrs. W. and I always have a good chuckle over it.
We seem to have the hardest time during communion.


One of the funniest things was the time our friend decided to drink from the common cup,
the associate pastor spilled the wine/blood down her front.
OMG.
We were nearly hysterical behind our programs.
I have accidentally dropped my wafer into the dipping cup a few too many times.
That is never good.
They have to get a new challis.


Once in the sermon and newsletter,
there was this whole thing about people sitting in the same spot every time.
We felt profiled,
but did not move.
There are worse things we could do.
Besides,
if I can't find my friend,
someone always points where she is.


When the head pastor announced that their would be glutten-free wafers available for those with wheat allergies,
we nearly cracked up.
What?
Glutten free!
The body and blood gluten free.
That amused us.
I remarked to Mrs. W.,
"for those persons taking communion,
please proceed to the perfume free section."
She chimed in,
"those of you wearing those annoying Christmas sweaters go to the following section."
All whispered,
of course.
We do know how to behave in public.


However,
just as she whispered the remark about the sweater,
a lady wearing the most annoying Valentine's sweater walked by.
OMG.
Peels of laughter. . . . . .
and you can't stop when you really get tickled.

Moving to the Gospel Side

Yesterday was the first day of Sunday School and Confirmation at our church.
We were there along with everyone else.


I normally sit in church with Mrs. W. and her husband.
Her husband attends fairly regularly.
Love Man does not attend church frequently.
Love Man is a CEO,
Christmas and Easter only.
And, as a devoted football fan,
he tries not to miss too much ESPN.


So, I sit in church with the W's or by myself.
It doesn't bother me,
I tend to socialize a lot.
My "stalker" also attends our church.
He really doesn't stalk me enough for me to call the police.
But, he is a freak and likes my skirts and I generally avoid him at all costs.
What would I tell the police, "he compliments me on my skirts and comments on when I wear a different color."

He is socially inappropriate.
I have been exceedingly rude to him,
so he now avoids me.
Good.


In the summer, the girls and I usually attend Saturday night church.
Love Man comes then as football is not in season.
I have the joy of not seeing that creep all summer long.
He is strictly a nine o'clock service guy.
The fool also sits in the front row.
Good.


Last year, he kept sitting closer and closer to me.
So, I had to move to another spot in church.
I am now sitting on the gospel side.
Mr. and Mrs. W. remain on the epistle side.
While sitting in the gospel side yesterday,
I wondered if Mrs. W was concerned where I was.
So, I sent her a text.
I did.


It was during the music part and church was not going on.
Do not judge ME.
She texted me back, "where are you?"
I pinpointed my location.
They had saved me a seat.
That man needs to find another church.

Although the church could probably be better served without us laughing hysterically about things.
I will tell you more about that later.

Still Hot

It is still hot.
Yesterday, was the hottest day recorded in September.
I think it was 107 or 108 degrees.
Who knows?
It is just hot.

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Hotter than the 4th of July

Okay, it is not actually hotter than the 4th of July. . . . .

But, we are having a heat wave.

I am in the mood to totally put up the fall deco.

I mean, Halloween baby!

I think one of my scare crows has gone missing.

He may have been nabbed on Halloween evening.

I am not sure.

Sadly, I did not miss him right away.

Poor little guy.

I just hope he is happy.

Frantic Panic

Seriously, just kidding about the frantic panic thing.
I really have nothing to say.
Looking forward to relaxing this weekend.

Mad Housewife

This is the wine I served at bunco.

Seriously.

I love the label and it was a hit!

Bunco, The Day After, The True Phoenix Story

Bunco, which was at my house, went well.
The food all turned out.
The house was clean.
The girl's bathroom which morphs into a guest bathroom, was good.
I did have to ban the girl's from the said bathroom beginning with after school yesterday.
They get makeup, nail polish and stuff everywhere.
I am beginning to think they are pigs.
We needed a sub,
so I enlisted Neighbor Meggan.
Love Man bugged out to the Neighbor's Meggan's husband.
This was Blonde Girl's suggestion, who claimed to be invited by Meggan.
"She doesn't want me to be bored." was her comment.
Abby went with.
I hear she was well behaved.
I wonder what Kitty thought.
I didn't know they were taking her.
I just noticed that she was gone.
Abby does not like to be overwhelmed with people.
Miss Brunette, Sam and Sadie stayed.
Sam and Sadie were very popular.
Sam was held by most of the ladies.
Phoenix people LOVE dogs.
Miss B hung through the appetizers and came out again near the end.
She was fine.
Quiet.
Okay, here is what happened. . . .
I was busy.
I went to school and then taught my enrichment class, Princesspalooza.
I left as fast as I could and schelped to the Walmart for the lettuce, strawberries, etc.,
stuff that is best served fresh.
I got home and finished the work on my list.
I made most of the food Sunday and Monday.
After I rinsed off in the shower,
I was going to touch up my toes.
I dropped my nearly black nail polish.
I splattered all over my bathroom, the tile, the grout and even into my Romanish tub.
OMG.
I yelled for the girls to bring rags.
They did.
We used fingernail polish remover to get it off the tile and tile in the bathtub.
Love Man came home during all of this.
He was arrived home early to light the tiki torches and get the music going.
The walls are still splattered.
We are going to either have to repaint or touch up.
I told the girls, "just work on the tile and grout."
I am going to work on the walls this afternoon.
Don't ever let me stay at your house.
I can not be near carpet.
I am an accident waiting to happen.

Autumnal Forcast

It is almost fall.
Believe it or not, we have fall here.
Okay the leaves don't turn until January,
but, the air gets crisper and it gets down right gorgeous.
And, I do mean gorgeous.
Fall is an American word and used the the USA.
My English friends call it Autumn.
But, by now, they fully enjoy celebrating the American Pumpkin Holiday which is our Halloween.
They do have Halloween in England,
but it is just not as elaborate.
And, I love Halloween.
Love it.

This and That

I am trying to get stuff done today for bunco tomorrow.
A friend came over and helped me.
I am going to her house on Friday and being her helper.
It works.
More fun than slaving alone.

Yes, I Did

I seriously bought this at a garage sale a few months ago. I love it. I would love it even more if it were diet dr. pepper. But, it spins around and is wonderful. The nicest old man sold it to me.

My neighbor and former teaching partner of my current teaching partner called me,

"Marce there are two great garage sales.

You need to come over here."

I did.

One was hers. There is nothing wrong with

tooting your own horn.

The other had a lot of great stuff. The couple was moving back to England to be near their grandchildren. I bought some

cloth napkins for 40 cents. OMG, there is no cents sign on my keyboard. Look at yours

do you have one? I went to my friend's sale. At her sale,

I got some clay pots and saucers. She

gave them to me for FREE.

The first sale had a ladder. Love Man just had mentioned that he needed a new ladder. This one was aluminum.

Yesterday we all went back. The original price of the ladder was $50. Too high. More like the first day price and the attitude of "let's see what I can get." Yesterday there was two signs, "if you see something you like,

make an offer." It was also in Spanish. I told Love Man, "I am going to offer $25." Love Man has learned not to talk at these things. He is too nice. He'd be like "you seem like such nice people, here's $60."

In a game time decision, I offered $20. Then we headed over to Mrs. B's sale and borrowed her vehicle to get the ladder home. Blonde Girl had me purchase her a tray. It is cute and lives now on her desk.

Mid Term Reports

See these two girls?

They both had good mid-term report cards.

I said to Blonde Girl, "if this is how your grades are on your 1st quarter report card, you can choose between a manicure or a pedicure to celebrate."

Her reply was:

"Daddy said if I had good grades,

I could have a pony."

I have left a message for Daddy.

Water Works

This was the girl's first trip to Las Vegas.

They got to drive down the strip in a convertible driven by their uncle.

They each got about 1 1/2 pounds of chocolate.

They got to see the fountains at Bellagio.

They had fun.

The Story

We went to M & M World.

It was pretty fun.

The girls loved it.

We let them go to the M & M wall.

They could fill a bag with all of the unusual colors of M & Ms.

Turns out, the candies were $12.95 a pound.

We spent $33.51 on M & Ms.

I made them put some back,

but we ended up with almost three pounds.

We are Back

We spent the weekend in Las Vegas.

It was fun.

We stayed with Love Man's brother

and wife.

We hit the strip twice.

The funny thing was that I have

never been in Las Vegas the city.

The grocery stores even have slot machines.

Weekend Update

Did you have a good weekend?

We did.

More tomorrow. . . . . . . .

Sun Sonnet

It is going to cool down.

It is going to cool down.

It is going to cool down.

A Cactus Among the Thorns

We have nice Rainbows in our class this year.
They also have the most unusual names.
Very old.
I am telling you soon children are going to come into our preschool with names like
Wretha, Buehla, Gladys, Hazel and Florence.
Seriously.
All of the old ladies in the future will be named Ashley and Tiffany.
Do you remember who said that?
The ladies of "Designing Women" said it.
And, they are right.

In the Pink

I used to totally love pink flamingos.

Then, I got so many pink flamingo things

I finally had to put a stop to it.

I had pink flamingo china (very cute), glasses, shower curtain, magazine rack, towels, bathing suit cover up, and the list goes on and on.

Now, all I have are my pink flamingo yard ornaments.

They live by the pool,

kind of like me.

Hard to Believe

It is hard believe that it is Labor Day Weekend.
OMG.
The end of summer.
The start of fall.
It has been warm here this week.
There is usually a last gasp and then it cools down.
Cooler weather is on its way.
Miss B has a project due.
Blonde Girl has a test on bones and a spelling test.

Arrested Development

Miss Brunette is a Teacher's Assistant.
I think you have to be a good student.
You have to apply for it.
And, be a good kid.
You have to get paperwork signed approving you as a TA by the former quarter's teachers.

Anyway,
she works in the Attendance Office every day.
I think she enjoys it.
Today a uniformed police office came in to collect daughter from school early.
Miss B raised her hands and said,
"I didn't do it."
I guess the staff got a good laugh out of it.
The police officer thought is was funny.
She said to me, "I knew he was Taryn's father and I was just messing with him."
Droll, very droll.

Okay

We are okay.

A bit tired, really.

The girls are keeping up with their homework.

I am trying to keep up with the house.

And,

the laundry keeps multiplying.