And They Are Off

Both girls have plans tonight. One is going to a football game and the other is babysitting.

Love Man and I are going to watch a movie and make popcorn.  I love popcorn.  It could be an entire food group for me.  I used to say that about diet soda, but now make the best tea and am addicted to that.  At least, I think it is the best.

 

 

I bring tea everyday to work for myself and my teaching partner in a Stanley thermos.  Of course, we refer to it as "did you bring Stanley?"  Stanley is an important part of our lives.  It is the small things.

Name That Tune

We had to schelp to the Walmart this morning, first thing.  It is solo day in Show Choir and we could not download or upload (who knows) the song Blonde Girl is going to sing.  "Safe and Sound" from the "Hunger Games" was her choice.  After trying many times last night I said to Love Man, "I'll buy the CD."  I mean we tried and tried.  Frankly, it was annoying.

So, Blonde G and I headed out at about 6:45 and got the very last CD.  In fact, a worker had to find it for us.  We were lucky.

And, I should point out, Show Choir is now called Vocal Premiere or something like that.  I am too old to change.

Rude Awakening

This is all I want to do right now.  Put my bathing suit on and jump into the water.  I guess, I will go and get the rest of my groceries first. 

We got woken up early, early this morning because of the ladies that live across the street from us.  Their alarm was going off and I guess the company could not get a hold of them and had dispatched the police. We are on their call list. It was all a mix-up and everything was fine. 

I did have to tell to the alarm company for the police what Love Man was wearing.  I told her, "don't let the police shoot him." Seriously.

See, we are good neighbors.  Neighbor John may not think so.  I will tell you what is going on with them tomorrow.

Longest Week Ever

I have survived the Open House.  By the time the day is over, I will have attended two Curriculum Nights.  I have been assured that it is going to be a great year.  I hope so.  I really do.

I have been on several Home Visits for my pre-school.  Which is always fun.  Some of the children, live very far away.  Wow!  What a commute!

They seem nice, except for one thing - we have 10 boys in our class.  Ten.  Yes, ten. 

It is going to be an interesting year.

Underneath it All

I am back at W-O-R-K.  I can't say the word out loud.  Really, I can't. 

Not yet, it is too soon.

Open House is tomorrow, we have school  starting next week.  I am ready, but I am not ready.  I need a few more days off before the insanity begins.

Arizona Pickers

I went to Circle K for sodies.  It is large pick-up in our neighborhood and these were on the street.  Pickly pear cactuses in wooden pots.  I rushed home and entered our house yelling for Love Man. He got dressed and we rushed over to claim our prize.  As we were putting them in the car, Neighbor Meggan drove up.  "Oh," she said, "if it isn't the pot stealers of MV."  

She sat in her car and watched Love Man schlep the pots into the back of his car.  They weigh a ton.  They will look great when they bloom. 



My Vida Loco

I was just looking at the picture of the girls posted on Monday.  I can not believe it is still the first week of school. 

In this week:  the girls have started school, one is doing volleyball tryouts, the other is on the badminton team, I started my school's workshops, Love Man and I attended a wedding; I went to a meeting for the fundraiser for the high school; and now I am doing preschool  home visits.  My goodness gravy, no wonder I am tired.

The wedding was fun.  It was in Sedona, which is so beautiful and in my top ten of favorite cities along with Santa Fe, Taos, San Diego, Prescott, Flagstaff and others I can not think of.

Love Man and I entertained our table at the wedding dinner with true and unblemished stories of our lives.  Those of you that regularly read this blog know all the crazy stuff that seems to happen to us. We are truly not crazy enough and seem to want to share with others.

More later.  I need to leave for another "getting to know you visit."

First Day

So far, so good. 

Olympia

Love Man is a nut.  He is crazy about the Olympics.  I go back and forth with it.  I was totally tired of the Olympics.  But, last night, I watched the entire evening of coverage.  Beach volleyball fan - who knew!

I guess I like the gymnastics the best.  Although in school, I never ever could do a flip.  Ever. 

I suppose I like the drama and the back story.  I always did like the story of the story.

Called on the Carpet

Last night and this morning were registration for the girls at their schools.  I am glad it is over.
Basically, you just walk around and write checks.

But one of my children, basically told me not to talk to everybody and to only say HI to her friends and not try to have a conversation with them.  I also needed to keep all my conversations to a minimum.

She pretty much gave me my instructions in the car, similar to me giving her instructions prior to a birthday party when she was 5 or 6.

I more or less told a mom, "I am not allowed to say more than hi.  I can't have a conversation with you or be overly friendly."  I was being watched and my behavior was being monitored.

You know, she thought it was funny, too.

Whacky

This is an old picture, but not that much has changed.  The girls are bigger and Love Man is still crazy.  We are all still crazy.

This organization that I am in with the girls had a meeting for Miss Brunette's class.  We were supposed to submit a recipe that has a family significance.  I submitted whacky cake.  I was raised on it.  My girls are being raised on it.

Several of the mom's quipped at the meeting that they were not surprised that I was submitting a whacky cake.  Evidently, they find me whacky, too.  That sort of offended Miss B.  I said, "well, we are whacky."  "Well, they didn't have to say it like that."  I was seriously not offended.  It was a good laugh and better than being compared to liver and onions or prunes or depression cake.  It could be a lot worse.

Abby

That dog is a nut.  They went insane yesterday thinking it was time to start walking to school.
I guess Blonde Girl wearing sneakers set them off.  Miss B had to walk them around the
block as there was no way they were not going for a walk.