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.

OMG, OMG

The girls are going on a month of being in school.
My enrichment class "Princesspalooza" starts next week.
I am not ready,
but will be.
Here is what BG said to me this weekend:
"Mom, will you show me how to make a margarita."
"Ummm, why do you need to know?"
"I want to be able to make them when the bunco ladies come over."
That's right folks, I host bunco in September.
I don't think Blonde Girl will be mixing the cocktails.
It is probably illegal.
It is definitely sick and wrong.

Back From Nothing

We did not do much this weekend.
I know.
It really is kind of nice.
We enjoyed watching the Emmy Awards.
We are huge fans of "Modern Family".
Huge.

Nightmare on Our Street

This one had a bad dream last night.

Bad enough to wake me up,

because she was afraid to sleep alone.

She usually crawls in bed with her sister.

It must have been bad.

She practically slept on top of me or held my hand.

When I got up,

she wanted to know,

"are you okay, Mom."

"What was your dream about?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

When Miss Brunette had a similiar thing happen,

she told me all about it.

Then,

I couldn't sleep. . . . .