Almost Done

Tomorrow is the last day of summer school.  I will only need to drive the girls around to their stuff and work on my house.  I need to organize and clean - just a bit.

I swore I would never do crafts again, but after the prep was done - I am now thinking crafts is not so bad.  It did require a lot of extra time.

We will see.

Still at It

I am almost done with summer school.  Miss B is working at the pool teaching swimming lessons and life guarding.  Blonde Thing is going to basketball camp and volunteering at my school for service hours for confirmation (different church, but it all works).  Today was her interview for Junior Life Guard.

I finished work at 1:00.  Miss B had to be at work at 1:00 and Blondie had her interview at 1:30.

I was telling it all to Love Man.  It also involved a drop off at BB camp, me being at work at 8:30 and a pick up at BB camp.

"I think you should drive me to work," was his only comment.

I did.

Next week, I will only have to schelp them all around.  Easy peasy.

Bird Brain

The crock pot came back, after Miss B's biology teacher scrubbed it to death.  I don't know.  I ran it through our dishwasher a couple of times and I am going to attack it with a Brillo pad before I use it.

In other bird related news - I had to assist at my preschool a bird rescue.  It seems a baby bird was caught in the remains of his egg.  At least one leg was stuck.  The mother bird was gone.  I climbed up on a picnic table, with another teacher holding onto me.  I said, "kids, this is how I broke my arm.  Don't try this a home."

One little girl piped up, "It is true (pronounced trew), this is how I broke my arm standing on the sofa."

There you have it.

I got the nest down into a box.  Another teacher assisted the one formerly holding onto me and they got him out.  The bird was taken to a sanctuary.

This entire operation involved about four teachers and every child on the playground watching us.  We were all in the covered sand area.  LOL.

"You're from Iowa, what should we do?" one teacher said.

Do I dare tell her the truth?

"Well, I said.....to be perfectly honest my dad would have taken a shovel....."

You know what I said.

The bird was in great condition and will be released when he can fly.  I am not sure what kind of bird it
is.  Usually mourning doves are under the roof of the sand area.  Another teacher thought it was a wren.

I still do not like birds and I even let the bird hang out in my room.  After a bit, he started singing.  As long as he did not fly around.

Would You Do It?

It doesn't look like this.

Miss Brunette and Blonde Girl have been working very hard at school.  In addition, Miss B has had to take a lot of classes regarding being lifeguard and swim instructor.  She also got her license, although we are not letting her drive all over.

The first night she had her license, she and Blonde Girl went to the good-bye party for the old elementary school.  I watched them drive away and BG had the window down and her elbow sticking out!  She thought she was very cool.  I told them to drive there and where to park.  "By ourselves" is what I heard.  "Yes, it is just down the street."

Last night, we went to the movies and the girls drove down to the local pizza place and picked up a pizza.  They also collected their movie from (still my favorite) Red Box.  All within the confines of our neighborhood.

The next subject that I want to discuss if one you know I hate.  Chickens!  They are dissecting chickens in Miss B's biology class.  The mass emails/phone calls went out to collect crock pots.  I got out  my old one for her.

"Mom, it is a whole chicken with all of it's parts and feathers.  This crock pot won't work.  I need you big, oval one."  OMG.  Are you kidding me?
My nice, beautiful crock pot holding a chicken with feathers!  I protested and left the other one out.  "Make it fit" was my only comment.

In the end, I was in the shower and she asked through the door if she could take the black crock pot.
"Go ahead, but you will be scrubbing it to death."

Ewww.  I may be in the market for another crock pot.

Appreciate This

It was a zoo.

 

Today was Teacher Appreciation Day.  I did get a Starbuck's card.  I forgot completely about an email I needed to do to have the children bring a ball to school.  Completely forgot it.  I lost my list with that reminder on it and recreated it.  But, that little fun fact was left off.

Then, I handed out the May calendar from 2012.  I don't know why or how.  Maybe it just happened to be in the file folder I was taking things to school in.  I am at a loss.

It was a little confusing. 

I fixed up my May calendar, sent it as an attachment and am having copies made for tomorrow.

Stage Mother

That ship has sailed.

 

 

 

I noticed upon review, that when I was talking about Miss Brunette's summer job - I referred to it as "we got the job" at the pool.  I sort of feel that way.  We have driven her to lessons, swim team and synchronized swim.  Not too mention the meets.  We have also driven her to swim tests, cashier's test,life guard class, star swimming instructor class, etc.  I am sure I could think of more - but this is a limited blog.

We, in many ways, got the job.  We will be driving her to several training classes and an orientation.

We also think it is worth it.

Wrong Side of the Church

 

 

We usually sit on the gospel side of the church.  When I say "we", I mean me and my friend Mrs. Right.  She was on the epistle side and send me a text wondering why I was where I was.  I moved after communion.  Yes, I did, I moved and she scootched people over.  Scootched them.  That was a couple of weeks ago.

Today, when I was handed the blood/wine, I dropped it and my wafer went flying.  She and her husband, just about died laughing.  I went to the restroom for a wet paper towel.  Then, I went back to my seat.  I decided I would get in line again.  I told Mrs. Right, "what are they going to say, that I was over-served."  I don't think so.