To Woodburn I drive, after I drop Koben off at school, to have my hair cut and highlighted. It is 1:30, construction everywhere in Molalla. None, at all, all summer, and now that the rain is going to start, they decide to work on the roads. I will never understand that.
Home I drive, running late, at 3:30, the time Koben gets out of pre-school. Held up by the nice construction men 4 times. 4 times. Yup, 4 times. Molalla is a small town, do they have to work on the entire town at once? It makes it rather difficult to commandeer when you are in a hurry, trying to speed thru town, doing 40 in a 25, barely stopping at the stop signs, other than in front of the fire station, of course.
By now, it is 3:45, I am 15 minutes late, Koben is the last child there, matching colored bears into colored plates with his speech therapist.
No one minds that I am late. And here I hurried.
Why do I put myself thru so much stress? Why was I so worried they would be angry? Why do I always try to please everyone? Jeesh.
Then we went to the grocery store, where I spent $75.00, and came home with four bags and two gallons of milk. Why was it I stopped shopping at Safeway? Crikies.
Then we went to the gas station, where we waited in line for a half hour. It wasn't until the end, that I realized today is the last day you can use your fuel pump rewards. Yeah, like they won't extend that. They know when they have a money maker going.
Then it was thru the car wash, since by then I was too revved up and stressed out to actually wash it myself. So, I wasted 8 bucks. Fool.
So, now I am finally at home, groceries put away by my dear Chloe, so I won't even worry that she went out to ride her bike and left all the empty grocery bags in the middle of the floor. I guess she only has so much weather left to ride her bike in. Koben is in the backyard swinging, and I am ready to throw some laundry in, pick up the living room/kitchen/dining room, and make dinner.
As I sit here, I notice I grabbed a t-shirt out of Craigs drawer (which I steal all the time) and I am noticing I put it on without looking at it.
It says "This is what a cool dad looks like"
*sigh* whatever will be, will be. =)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
My life before my eyes.....
Finally I come up with a title, oh, but the memories............=P
Yesterday Craig and the kids and I, along with my parents, my brother, his wife, and two of his kids, went up into the Molalla river corridor to spend the day along the river. Bryan bought a quad a few weeks ago, and Craig and I hadn't seen it yet. Mom and dad took the kids up with him last weekend, but Craig and I were working. It was a beautiful day to spend along the river.
Bryan's quad. I guess that is what they call it. Basically it is a dune buggy, but for ATV. It seats two, side by side, with 5 point harnesses, and has a roll bar and a windshield. So, you strap yourself all in, hold onto a bar in front of you, and they harness you in on the sides with a mesh "door." Oh, such protection. Did I want to go on this thing? No, I really didn't. I am not afraid of motorcycles necessarily, I had one when I was a kid. But, you see, I have this problem with the fear of flinging off the side of the mountain into the river below. You know, just one of those funny little phobias people have. And, seeing as we were in the "mountains", oh, lookee, there was a cliff, with the river below. So, they push me into this "contraption" and off we go. Now, I will say, I had my eyes closed half the time, but I did get a good look at the speedometer, and 40mph in this tiny little "thing" up a hill, around corners, in gravel for goodness sake, was a bit much for me. Really, when you are going around the corners, is your machine really supposed to slide sideways in the gravel. Oh yeah, he says it is. Uh, huh, well, I am 5 feet from the edge of the shoulder (ok, so maybe it was a little farther, but it didn't feel like it) so, I'm thinking it is not a good idea to slide sideways. Up a hill we go, into huge dips, over big rocks, dust flying, and he's looking at me laughing "how ya doin? Are ya havin fun? This is fun, isn't it?" and I scream back "I always knew you wanted to kill me, is this your opportunity?" and then he laughs.
Now, I have to say, my mother told me it was fun. He took her last weekend, she thought it was great. So, I'm thinking, he either went easy on her, or the lady is really loosening up a bit too much in her old age.
Craig, on the other hand, thought it was a blast, and now he wants one.
And so does Koben, who wanted several rides, and spent a chunk of the day ready to go with his gloves and helmet on. But, really, he is three. He doesn't know he could be hurdled off the side of a mountain at any minute. He thinks it's great fun. But he trusts everyone.
So, other than the 15 minutes of my near death experience, in which my life flashed before my eyes (didn't take very long) we had a really good day.
We had a nice spot by the river, built a fire. Looked at the salmon.
Oh yes, the salmon. Apparently we set up our day camp at the spot the hatchery has been dumping the salmon to put nutrients in the water so that the wild salmon will come up and spawn. So, here we sit, in front of us, about 15 salmon, all about 2 feet long, with their tales cut off and their bellies split open and all their eggs all over the place. Priceless, really. So, we grabbed long sticks, and pushed them down the river a little further, so that they were in deeper water, and would not smell. Sounds worse then it actually was. Then we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, wandered around, looked at the river, and I got in some good book reading time. It was a very nice day all and all.
Except for the part where I almost lost my life.
Ok, ok, so I wasn't even close.
But man, it sure felt like it.
Yesterday Craig and the kids and I, along with my parents, my brother, his wife, and two of his kids, went up into the Molalla river corridor to spend the day along the river. Bryan bought a quad a few weeks ago, and Craig and I hadn't seen it yet. Mom and dad took the kids up with him last weekend, but Craig and I were working. It was a beautiful day to spend along the river.
Bryan's quad. I guess that is what they call it. Basically it is a dune buggy, but for ATV. It seats two, side by side, with 5 point harnesses, and has a roll bar and a windshield. So, you strap yourself all in, hold onto a bar in front of you, and they harness you in on the sides with a mesh "door." Oh, such protection. Did I want to go on this thing? No, I really didn't. I am not afraid of motorcycles necessarily, I had one when I was a kid. But, you see, I have this problem with the fear of flinging off the side of the mountain into the river below. You know, just one of those funny little phobias people have. And, seeing as we were in the "mountains", oh, lookee, there was a cliff, with the river below. So, they push me into this "contraption" and off we go. Now, I will say, I had my eyes closed half the time, but I did get a good look at the speedometer, and 40mph in this tiny little "thing" up a hill, around corners, in gravel for goodness sake, was a bit much for me. Really, when you are going around the corners, is your machine really supposed to slide sideways in the gravel. Oh yeah, he says it is. Uh, huh, well, I am 5 feet from the edge of the shoulder (ok, so maybe it was a little farther, but it didn't feel like it) so, I'm thinking it is not a good idea to slide sideways. Up a hill we go, into huge dips, over big rocks, dust flying, and he's looking at me laughing "how ya doin? Are ya havin fun? This is fun, isn't it?" and I scream back "I always knew you wanted to kill me, is this your opportunity?" and then he laughs.
Now, I have to say, my mother told me it was fun. He took her last weekend, she thought it was great. So, I'm thinking, he either went easy on her, or the lady is really loosening up a bit too much in her old age.
Craig, on the other hand, thought it was a blast, and now he wants one.
And so does Koben, who wanted several rides, and spent a chunk of the day ready to go with his gloves and helmet on. But, really, he is three. He doesn't know he could be hurdled off the side of a mountain at any minute. He thinks it's great fun. But he trusts everyone.
So, other than the 15 minutes of my near death experience, in which my life flashed before my eyes (didn't take very long) we had a really good day.
We had a nice spot by the river, built a fire. Looked at the salmon.
Oh yes, the salmon. Apparently we set up our day camp at the spot the hatchery has been dumping the salmon to put nutrients in the water so that the wild salmon will come up and spawn. So, here we sit, in front of us, about 15 salmon, all about 2 feet long, with their tales cut off and their bellies split open and all their eggs all over the place. Priceless, really. So, we grabbed long sticks, and pushed them down the river a little further, so that they were in deeper water, and would not smell. Sounds worse then it actually was. Then we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, wandered around, looked at the river, and I got in some good book reading time. It was a very nice day all and all.
Except for the part where I almost lost my life.
Ok, ok, so I wasn't even close.
But man, it sure felt like it.
Friday, September 26, 2008
It's Friday!! Yippeeeeeeeeeeee!
Ok, so it's not really Friday for me, seeing as I work Saturdays, but we don't have any catering this weekend, just cakes, so Saturday should be a breeze.
I may have just ruined the day by saying that. Watch, now I will have some massive Bridezilla girl come in. EEeeeekkk.
I just finished dipping 100 cupcakes for tomorrow. I feel very sticky.
Seeing as how I jumped back on the weight loss bandwagon, I had a hard time not licking my fingers or the spoon when I was done. I was a very good girl this week. I have not had any chocolate since Monday. =)
Really, to some people that may sound pathetic, but for me, that is good. Not really that I hadn't had any chocolate, but any sort of sweet bad for you thing in general. We had cinnamon rolls, danish, cupcakes, cake, and two bags of halloween candy in the store, and I had nada. Good job Jonna, pat on the back.
I really am just mostly concentrating on serving sizes. You know, a cup of shredded wheat doesn't even cover the bottom of my cereal bowl.
Jeesh
Ok, so it's not really Friday for me, seeing as I work Saturdays, but we don't have any catering this weekend, just cakes, so Saturday should be a breeze.
I may have just ruined the day by saying that. Watch, now I will have some massive Bridezilla girl come in. EEeeeekkk.
I just finished dipping 100 cupcakes for tomorrow. I feel very sticky.
Seeing as how I jumped back on the weight loss bandwagon, I had a hard time not licking my fingers or the spoon when I was done. I was a very good girl this week. I have not had any chocolate since Monday. =)
Really, to some people that may sound pathetic, but for me, that is good. Not really that I hadn't had any chocolate, but any sort of sweet bad for you thing in general. We had cinnamon rolls, danish, cupcakes, cake, and two bags of halloween candy in the store, and I had nada. Good job Jonna, pat on the back.
I really am just mostly concentrating on serving sizes. You know, a cup of shredded wheat doesn't even cover the bottom of my cereal bowl.
Jeesh
Monday, September 22, 2008
Oh, goodness. I have been reading through some of my old posts. Retrospect is funny. Here I babbled about all of the things I wanted to get done this year, and I realize how many did not get done. Eeeek.
Ok, so the flooring thing was almost accomplished. We still have the closet and the baseboards to do. Craig hasn't actually done anything involving the flooring since about July. He has been working with me most Saturdays, so he hasn't had much time to finish it. It is completely liveable this way, so I guess it's not so bad. I will be glad when it is over, and I have my breakfast nook area emptied out again, since at this moment it has wood in it.
I however, am upset with the scratch in my new flooring. Supposedly my young son, who is infatuated with sitting in laundry baskets, pulled a basket out of the laundry room, which is by the back door, and it must have had some gravel, or a rock, or something underneath it, because when he sat in the basket and Chloe pushed him across the floor, it left 2 squiggles running from the rug in the living room, into the kitchen. Granted, you can only see them in certain lights, and it really isn't that bad, but it kinda bums you out, because it's laminate, not wood, so you can't sand it down and refinish it, or put a stain on the scratch. Bummer.
I did however get my bedroom and laundry painted like I said I would. Of course, I haven't hung my shelves back up in our bedroom, nor have I bought the new book shelve that I want for beside my bed, nor have I put up the curtains that go with our new bedding because I need curtain rods, and I just can't bring myself to spend a fortune on them. So, I need to curtain the bedroom, Koben's bedroom, the living room, and the dining room. Ugh.
Poor Craig never got the front porch finished this summer either. Oh well, I really couldn't ask him to add that on with the other things. Maybe in the spring.
I never bought my new dishwasher either. As life often hurdles a curve ball at you, you discover things aren't what you hoped they would be. Craig had hoped for a nice bonus with his tax return, but they used the money to make up for the years that were lean, and to pad for the future. We did get more than last year, because we were finally able to write off some stuff we have had for a few years, but it wasn't what we were hoping, so that kinda spoiled the dishwasher, possibly new furniture idea. Things like that happen when you own your own business, and especially when you do imports, and it is an election year, and the economic future is up in the air, or so these people all say. Oh well, there is always next year, right? We will need to do something about the furniture next year, it is really getting worn out. It doesn't look horribly worn out, but it is really uncomfortable. So that will definitely be on the list for spring. However, the dishwasher works just fine, but is not the right color, so that will just have to wait. Although, they really don't cost that much, so maybe I can slip it in. I know I have a Lowes, and a home depot card, but I really don't want to use them for a stupid little dishwasher. Besides, after the stupid thing with Home Depot and the fraudulent use of our home depot card, I am cancelling it this month when I finally pay off the water heater I bought in January, but couldn't start paying for until July when they finally figured out we weren't the ones that put the $2,000 dollars on the card. Our bill was only $500.00. Snots.
Other then the massive amount of yard work I always have, and never completely finish (I'm not yard anal like my mother. =P) I feel like we accomplished a fair amount this year. With food and gas prices higher than normal, I'm glad we got that much accomplished.
Ok, so the flooring thing was almost accomplished. We still have the closet and the baseboards to do. Craig hasn't actually done anything involving the flooring since about July. He has been working with me most Saturdays, so he hasn't had much time to finish it. It is completely liveable this way, so I guess it's not so bad. I will be glad when it is over, and I have my breakfast nook area emptied out again, since at this moment it has wood in it.
I however, am upset with the scratch in my new flooring. Supposedly my young son, who is infatuated with sitting in laundry baskets, pulled a basket out of the laundry room, which is by the back door, and it must have had some gravel, or a rock, or something underneath it, because when he sat in the basket and Chloe pushed him across the floor, it left 2 squiggles running from the rug in the living room, into the kitchen. Granted, you can only see them in certain lights, and it really isn't that bad, but it kinda bums you out, because it's laminate, not wood, so you can't sand it down and refinish it, or put a stain on the scratch. Bummer.
I did however get my bedroom and laundry painted like I said I would. Of course, I haven't hung my shelves back up in our bedroom, nor have I bought the new book shelve that I want for beside my bed, nor have I put up the curtains that go with our new bedding because I need curtain rods, and I just can't bring myself to spend a fortune on them. So, I need to curtain the bedroom, Koben's bedroom, the living room, and the dining room. Ugh.
Poor Craig never got the front porch finished this summer either. Oh well, I really couldn't ask him to add that on with the other things. Maybe in the spring.
I never bought my new dishwasher either. As life often hurdles a curve ball at you, you discover things aren't what you hoped they would be. Craig had hoped for a nice bonus with his tax return, but they used the money to make up for the years that were lean, and to pad for the future. We did get more than last year, because we were finally able to write off some stuff we have had for a few years, but it wasn't what we were hoping, so that kinda spoiled the dishwasher, possibly new furniture idea. Things like that happen when you own your own business, and especially when you do imports, and it is an election year, and the economic future is up in the air, or so these people all say. Oh well, there is always next year, right? We will need to do something about the furniture next year, it is really getting worn out. It doesn't look horribly worn out, but it is really uncomfortable. So that will definitely be on the list for spring. However, the dishwasher works just fine, but is not the right color, so that will just have to wait. Although, they really don't cost that much, so maybe I can slip it in. I know I have a Lowes, and a home depot card, but I really don't want to use them for a stupid little dishwasher. Besides, after the stupid thing with Home Depot and the fraudulent use of our home depot card, I am cancelling it this month when I finally pay off the water heater I bought in January, but couldn't start paying for until July when they finally figured out we weren't the ones that put the $2,000 dollars on the card. Our bill was only $500.00. Snots.
Other then the massive amount of yard work I always have, and never completely finish (I'm not yard anal like my mother. =P) I feel like we accomplished a fair amount this year. With food and gas prices higher than normal, I'm glad we got that much accomplished.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I just can't think of titles anymore. I'm too tired. Why am I tired? You know, I really am not sure why I am tired. I have felt like this for a week now.
Maybe it's because I think I am getting carpal (sp?) tunnel in my left hand also now, so my arms are falling asleep while I am sleeping so I toss and turn each night. Time for a wrist guard for the other arm.
Maybe it's because I didn't fill my thyroid medicine for four days (first time ever I did that) and now my system is all whacked, which makes me tired, and also rashy. Now I walk around yawning and scratching my tummy/hip/thigh. Fun fun fun
Maybe it's because I have been trying to keep Koben from peeing on the floor all day while he is wandering around in his Thomas the train underpants. (no, he is not close to being potty trained yet.) I am grateful we no longer have carpet.
Maybe it's because I haven't excercised in 6 days. That makes me tired.
Maybe it's because I never have two days off in a row, and sometimes you really just need two days to recupe.
Maybe I am just depressed. Nah, I don't feel depressed, just a littel ho hum.
Maybe it's because I just haven't had an alone day in awhile. As a mother, am I truly entitled to one? I really just crave them. I have days where I wish I could call in sick, send the kids to school/daycare and sit on the couch watching bad, boring television and drinking cocoa. Or watching a cabinet full of chick flicks. I have a serious Steel Magnolias/Fried Green Tomatoes/ Man in the Moon/ Ya-Ya Sisterhood need that needs to be met.
Either which way, I think I will survive.
That is, if Koben kindly picks up all the legos in the living room. Otherwise mommy goes ballistic.
Here are Chloe's vocab words for this week. she has to take her make up test tomorrow since she had a dentist appt. Friday and missed the test. I got an email from the teacher saying 8 out of 18 kids got the spelling part right, and 5 out of the 18 got the vocab part right. I had her take another test here at home, and she got the vocab correct, but missed one spelling word. She could go to school and miss several. I remember doing that when I was little. You know you totally have it, but when it comes time to take the test, you have issues.
Arboretum
Ragamuffin
Inscrutable
Incorrigible
Inevitable
Impeccable
Uncouth
Poignant
Irksome
Importune
Bluster
Insignia
Hieroglyphic
Appendage
Chaperone
I have to be honest. I missed importune. To beg urgently. I had it confused with Inoportune. Gee, does this mean I won't pass the fourth grade?
I liked fourth grade ok. I had Mr. Schalock. He was a great sport. I told everyone he was my dad. =) Of course, Bryan had him to, so he knew all about us Schlack kids. Of course, he knew me quite well, since my punishment for constantly talking in class while I was in Second grade, was being sent to Mr. Schalock's class to sit quietly and get teased by the nine year olds. So, of course when I entered his class, he already knew I was trouble. I had dorky, short permed hair when I was nine, and since there was a boy named Moe in my class, and a girl named Laree that he called Larry, you can guess which "stooge" I was.
Good times, good times.
Beats "jonah the whale" any day.
Ugh, I hated Elementary school.
Maybe it's because I think I am getting carpal (sp?) tunnel in my left hand also now, so my arms are falling asleep while I am sleeping so I toss and turn each night. Time for a wrist guard for the other arm.
Maybe it's because I didn't fill my thyroid medicine for four days (first time ever I did that) and now my system is all whacked, which makes me tired, and also rashy. Now I walk around yawning and scratching my tummy/hip/thigh. Fun fun fun
Maybe it's because I have been trying to keep Koben from peeing on the floor all day while he is wandering around in his Thomas the train underpants. (no, he is not close to being potty trained yet.) I am grateful we no longer have carpet.
Maybe it's because I haven't excercised in 6 days. That makes me tired.
Maybe it's because I never have two days off in a row, and sometimes you really just need two days to recupe.
Maybe I am just depressed. Nah, I don't feel depressed, just a littel ho hum.
Maybe it's because I just haven't had an alone day in awhile. As a mother, am I truly entitled to one? I really just crave them. I have days where I wish I could call in sick, send the kids to school/daycare and sit on the couch watching bad, boring television and drinking cocoa. Or watching a cabinet full of chick flicks. I have a serious Steel Magnolias/Fried Green Tomatoes/ Man in the Moon/ Ya-Ya Sisterhood need that needs to be met.
Either which way, I think I will survive.
That is, if Koben kindly picks up all the legos in the living room. Otherwise mommy goes ballistic.
Here are Chloe's vocab words for this week. she has to take her make up test tomorrow since she had a dentist appt. Friday and missed the test. I got an email from the teacher saying 8 out of 18 kids got the spelling part right, and 5 out of the 18 got the vocab part right. I had her take another test here at home, and she got the vocab correct, but missed one spelling word. She could go to school and miss several. I remember doing that when I was little. You know you totally have it, but when it comes time to take the test, you have issues.
Arboretum
Ragamuffin
Inscrutable
Incorrigible
Inevitable
Impeccable
Uncouth
Poignant
Irksome
Importune
Bluster
Insignia
Hieroglyphic
Appendage
Chaperone
I have to be honest. I missed importune. To beg urgently. I had it confused with Inoportune. Gee, does this mean I won't pass the fourth grade?
I liked fourth grade ok. I had Mr. Schalock. He was a great sport. I told everyone he was my dad. =) Of course, Bryan had him to, so he knew all about us Schlack kids. Of course, he knew me quite well, since my punishment for constantly talking in class while I was in Second grade, was being sent to Mr. Schalock's class to sit quietly and get teased by the nine year olds. So, of course when I entered his class, he already knew I was trouble. I had dorky, short permed hair when I was nine, and since there was a boy named Moe in my class, and a girl named Laree that he called Larry, you can guess which "stooge" I was.
Good times, good times.
Beats "jonah the whale" any day.
Ugh, I hated Elementary school.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I am so glad picture day is over. Chloe and I almost went to blows yesterday morning trying to get her ready. I had to make her sit in her closet while I went to cool off. I think I actually hurt myself yelling at her. Granted, she has a walk in closet, so really, it wasn't like major trauma or anything. I asked her why she wanted mommy to go insane. She had an outfit she really wanted to wear, but it was pants and a long sleeve shirt. Cute as sin, but she was afraid she would get hot. So, I gave her some other ideas, and I even went to the little sweet peas store here in town, (which is resale, but they have some killer things) and bought her two shirts that would also work with the pose and color of background she wanted. (jeez, like we had that choice when we were kids) So, she went round and round with me, nothing was right, all her clothes suck, she looks horrible, everyone will laugh at her, she looks like a dork, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah........................my blood pressure had to have been high.
Finally, I call Craig, because I just really had had it with her. He told me to give her two choices, and if she couldn't pick one, then she could wear whatever she wanted and not get her pictures taken at all. Really, why hadn't I thought of that? I had given her the two choices (I wasn't getting anywhere with that) but I hadn't thought of the no pictures at all thing. So, that just made her cry and fuss and roll around on the floor awhile longer. Finally, I told her she was wearing the pants and shirt outfit, she could put shorts and t-shirt in her bag, and that was the end of it, I wasn't going to play the game with her anymore. Finally I get her dressed, her hair done and so on and so forth. I even let her wear a pair of my dangly 14k gold heart earrings I have that were a gift from Craig years ago. Man, I'm a softy.
Needless to say, I think they will turn out ok, she looked way cute. She said she refused to smile with her teeth showing, because they are just really in need of some help right now, but her teeth grow in so slow, it is going to be awhile before we can do anything about it. She said she didn't want to be remembered forever with ugly teeth. Made me laugh.
So, I really just can't wait for the teen years.
On a side note, I am just really happy I don't have Bryan's step daughter, who has been expelled from school already this year (8th grade) for taking a knife to school. Story goes it belonged to a friend and she was returning it to them. Whatever, regardless if that is true or not, why would you be stupid enough to wave it around and get caught? Duh. Home school for the rest of the year for her. Maybe she wanted to go out of jr. high in style. Maybe one day she will realize it just made her look like a tard.
Here is Chloe's list from her new reading group this year. She has to spell each word, and then match up the definition to them each week. On top of that, every two weeks she needs to read a book that is at least 1oo pages (and it has to be something she has never read before) and then write a review on the book.
Spellbound
Anecdote
Speculation
Potent
Rustic
Elegant
Epitaph
Pedagogue
Grievous
Dominant
Itinerant
Ingratiate
Magnanimous
Supernumerary
Voluntary
I have to tell you, there were a few there I couldn't remember the definitions for. It has been a really long time since my advanced vocab class in highschool. I could spell them all, but I couldn't remember what magnanimous and pedagogue meant. I take it this means she is in the advanced class? Don't really know. I know last year her teacher had her stop spelling half way through the year because she had already completed the third grade and half the fourth grade list. I thought it dumb that she didn't keep challenging her, but hey, I wasn't overly fond of a lot of things that happened with that teacher last year. I'm hoping this year will be better.
But really, I don't remember having words like that in the fourth grade. Do any of you? Well, I do feel stupid while watching Are you smarter than a 5th grader, so maybe I just forgot it all.
Finally, I call Craig, because I just really had had it with her. He told me to give her two choices, and if she couldn't pick one, then she could wear whatever she wanted and not get her pictures taken at all. Really, why hadn't I thought of that? I had given her the two choices (I wasn't getting anywhere with that) but I hadn't thought of the no pictures at all thing. So, that just made her cry and fuss and roll around on the floor awhile longer. Finally, I told her she was wearing the pants and shirt outfit, she could put shorts and t-shirt in her bag, and that was the end of it, I wasn't going to play the game with her anymore. Finally I get her dressed, her hair done and so on and so forth. I even let her wear a pair of my dangly 14k gold heart earrings I have that were a gift from Craig years ago. Man, I'm a softy.
Needless to say, I think they will turn out ok, she looked way cute. She said she refused to smile with her teeth showing, because they are just really in need of some help right now, but her teeth grow in so slow, it is going to be awhile before we can do anything about it. She said she didn't want to be remembered forever with ugly teeth. Made me laugh.
So, I really just can't wait for the teen years.
On a side note, I am just really happy I don't have Bryan's step daughter, who has been expelled from school already this year (8th grade) for taking a knife to school. Story goes it belonged to a friend and she was returning it to them. Whatever, regardless if that is true or not, why would you be stupid enough to wave it around and get caught? Duh. Home school for the rest of the year for her. Maybe she wanted to go out of jr. high in style. Maybe one day she will realize it just made her look like a tard.
Here is Chloe's list from her new reading group this year. She has to spell each word, and then match up the definition to them each week. On top of that, every two weeks she needs to read a book that is at least 1oo pages (and it has to be something she has never read before) and then write a review on the book.
Spellbound
Anecdote
Speculation
Potent
Rustic
Elegant
Epitaph
Pedagogue
Grievous
Dominant
Itinerant
Ingratiate
Magnanimous
Supernumerary
Voluntary
I have to tell you, there were a few there I couldn't remember the definitions for. It has been a really long time since my advanced vocab class in highschool. I could spell them all, but I couldn't remember what magnanimous and pedagogue meant. I take it this means she is in the advanced class? Don't really know. I know last year her teacher had her stop spelling half way through the year because she had already completed the third grade and half the fourth grade list. I thought it dumb that she didn't keep challenging her, but hey, I wasn't overly fond of a lot of things that happened with that teacher last year. I'm hoping this year will be better.
But really, I don't remember having words like that in the fourth grade. Do any of you? Well, I do feel stupid while watching Are you smarter than a 5th grader, so maybe I just forgot it all.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Do you ever have one of these days?
I just don't feel like doing anything today! It is my day off, I should be having fun. But, no, it was all I could do to take a shower and be ready for the day. And it is 12:30.
On a side note: Why does my son love fruit snacks so? What will happen to him if I let him eat them every day? On Saturday he had four packages. Not my fault, I swear. I was working. Daddy gave him two packages, and when we stopped by our friends house Saturday night, she gave him two more. Granted, there are only about six pieces in each package, but still.....His poo hasn't turned green yet. I consider that a good sign.
So, Koben and I are hanging out today. We've put puzzles together, and played with his Sesame Street flash cards that have numbers and letters and pictures on them. Today Koben learned to recognize goats. He already knew hat and cookie, his two favorite things. Butterflies and magician were a little harder for him.
At this moment he is picking his fruit snacks up off the floor and eating them. Good thing I cleaned floors on Sunday, eh? How was I supposed to know he would hold onto the back of the chair I am sitting in, and then just fall over? My kids are so clumsy.
Koben starts school in an hour. Last week was hard on him. He was sooo tired. Having preschool during his nap time is not a fantastic idea. Poor little guy.
While he is at school for two hours, I think I will get some coffee and plant my bum in a lawn chair under a tree with a book. Do I feel guilty doing this? Hmmm, well, not overly. I cleaned my house this weekend. Do I still have some laundry to do? Yes. Will it still be there when I am done reading? Yes. Will it ruin my day? No, probably not.
See? I'm well adjusted.
On a side note: Why does my son love fruit snacks so? What will happen to him if I let him eat them every day? On Saturday he had four packages. Not my fault, I swear. I was working. Daddy gave him two packages, and when we stopped by our friends house Saturday night, she gave him two more. Granted, there are only about six pieces in each package, but still.....His poo hasn't turned green yet. I consider that a good sign.
So, Koben and I are hanging out today. We've put puzzles together, and played with his Sesame Street flash cards that have numbers and letters and pictures on them. Today Koben learned to recognize goats. He already knew hat and cookie, his two favorite things. Butterflies and magician were a little harder for him.
At this moment he is picking his fruit snacks up off the floor and eating them. Good thing I cleaned floors on Sunday, eh? How was I supposed to know he would hold onto the back of the chair I am sitting in, and then just fall over? My kids are so clumsy.
Koben starts school in an hour. Last week was hard on him. He was sooo tired. Having preschool during his nap time is not a fantastic idea. Poor little guy.
While he is at school for two hours, I think I will get some coffee and plant my bum in a lawn chair under a tree with a book. Do I feel guilty doing this? Hmmm, well, not overly. I cleaned my house this weekend. Do I still have some laundry to do? Yes. Will it still be there when I am done reading? Yes. Will it ruin my day? No, probably not.
See? I'm well adjusted.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
blah, blah, blah, blah, random thoughts.
I wish I were in a hammock, under a tree, with a book and iced tea.
Ok, so I wish it were kaluha and cream, but hey, this is a family blog. =)
I wish my father would go to the doctor so they could find out what is up with his stomach. I'm afraid it's something bad, he thinks it's dehydration.
I'm angry the seamstress left me at work alone to pin a hem and bustle on a wedding gown from David's Bridal. I do not pin. I do not sew. I thought it was a bridesmaid gown that was just trying on the work she already did. Ugh.
I feel needy. Yet, I had too much chocolate today, which completely ruined the hour of "dancing like a crazy fool" I did in my living room at 5am this morning.
I can not wait until our beach trip in November.
I'm glad Koben loves preschool and Chloe loves her new teacher.
I wish I was closer to my family members.
I wish my friends from high school lived in this state. =(
I wish people would quit crossing the middle of Hwy 99E. I would hate to see a person get hit.
I"m very sad my crepe myrtle did not bloom this year.
I really need to clean my toilets.
I hate laundry.
I wish I had a motor home.
How does the squirrel run up the utility pole and then onto the wire without getting electrocuted? Doesn't one foot touch the pole, and one foot touch the wire?
Why do people ride motorcycles in shorts, no shirt, and flip flops. How do they shift in flip flops? Have they not seen the safety movies? Do they not know what their bodies will look like if they hit the pavement at 65mph? Crazy loons.
I wish Craig were not so upset I cut off all my hair.
Thank goodness Chloe finally decided to cut hers off too, I am so tired of doing it every day.
Today, I wish I had a lexus. Yesterday it was a BMW, tomorrow I will just want my Camry.
Who would name their daughter Jasper?
Why do I find those fancy assisted living places so appealing, when every old person I know hates living there?
I am blown away with how busy the auto parts stores on both sides of my work are. Crazy. I hardly ever go there, but the parking lots are always fool. I'm in the wrong business.
I would really like to be in Hawaii right now.
Or Jamaica
Or Costa Rica
Or today, being 9/11, I would like to be at ground zero.
Who am I going to vote for?
Is it November yet? I am sick to death of Craig and the fox news channel. That is all we ever watch. And then he gets angry if I go in the other room to watch t.v. Well excuuuuse me, I can only take so much politics.
Why did UPS pick brown?
Ok, so I wish it were kaluha and cream, but hey, this is a family blog. =)
I wish my father would go to the doctor so they could find out what is up with his stomach. I'm afraid it's something bad, he thinks it's dehydration.
I'm angry the seamstress left me at work alone to pin a hem and bustle on a wedding gown from David's Bridal. I do not pin. I do not sew. I thought it was a bridesmaid gown that was just trying on the work she already did. Ugh.
I feel needy. Yet, I had too much chocolate today, which completely ruined the hour of "dancing like a crazy fool" I did in my living room at 5am this morning.
I can not wait until our beach trip in November.
I'm glad Koben loves preschool and Chloe loves her new teacher.
I wish I was closer to my family members.
I wish my friends from high school lived in this state. =(
I wish people would quit crossing the middle of Hwy 99E. I would hate to see a person get hit.
I"m very sad my crepe myrtle did not bloom this year.
I really need to clean my toilets.
I hate laundry.
I wish I had a motor home.
How does the squirrel run up the utility pole and then onto the wire without getting electrocuted? Doesn't one foot touch the pole, and one foot touch the wire?
Why do people ride motorcycles in shorts, no shirt, and flip flops. How do they shift in flip flops? Have they not seen the safety movies? Do they not know what their bodies will look like if they hit the pavement at 65mph? Crazy loons.
I wish Craig were not so upset I cut off all my hair.
Thank goodness Chloe finally decided to cut hers off too, I am so tired of doing it every day.
Today, I wish I had a lexus. Yesterday it was a BMW, tomorrow I will just want my Camry.
Who would name their daughter Jasper?
Why do I find those fancy assisted living places so appealing, when every old person I know hates living there?
I am blown away with how busy the auto parts stores on both sides of my work are. Crazy. I hardly ever go there, but the parking lots are always fool. I'm in the wrong business.
I would really like to be in Hawaii right now.
Or Jamaica
Or Costa Rica
Or today, being 9/11, I would like to be at ground zero.
Who am I going to vote for?
Is it November yet? I am sick to death of Craig and the fox news channel. That is all we ever watch. And then he gets angry if I go in the other room to watch t.v. Well excuuuuse me, I can only take so much politics.
Why did UPS pick brown?
Monday, September 8, 2008
I got nuthin...
Sad, when I have nothing to talk about. Now watch, my post will be really long. That either means I thought of more as I went along, or I'm just really good at talking about nothing.
School started last week. Yay in some ways, ick in others. It's nice to have the kids out from under your feet, but I hate going back onto the school schedule. I don't get home until 6:30 or 7pm everynight, and getting dinner on the table, everyone fed, and the kids bathed and in bed by eight is impossible. I haven't made it yet this year. (as I speak it is 8:10 and chloe is just now going into the shower, which will take her a half hour. *sigh*) Tonight was open house, so I can say I had an excuse for being later.
Koben starts back to school tomorrow. He will be attending Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1:30 to 3:30. Don't you just think that is the most convenient time for a full time working mother? Boy, I did. Last time it was 9 to 11. I loved that. I could take them both to school, have two hours of peace to myself, and have until 3:30 to run errands, have coffee with dad, or do stuff at home. Now I have to take chloe to school, come home and then take him back in the afternoon, which living where we do, does not give me a whole lot of time for appointments or errands. Then I have to rush to pick him up at school and be back home by the time Chloe gets off the bus. Jeesh. Oh well. The way his preschool seems to work, there could be a whole different time by January.
Other than that, there is nothing going on here. I think we are through our busy season at work. Craig has been helping us out, so our flooring has yet to get done. We still have the bedroom closet and the moulding to do. Hard to say when that will get done. Right now my house is a disaster area, and I need to spend some time digging out the clutter that has accumulated. Fun! Fun! Fun!
School started last week. Yay in some ways, ick in others. It's nice to have the kids out from under your feet, but I hate going back onto the school schedule. I don't get home until 6:30 or 7pm everynight, and getting dinner on the table, everyone fed, and the kids bathed and in bed by eight is impossible. I haven't made it yet this year. (as I speak it is 8:10 and chloe is just now going into the shower, which will take her a half hour. *sigh*) Tonight was open house, so I can say I had an excuse for being later.
Koben starts back to school tomorrow. He will be attending Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1:30 to 3:30. Don't you just think that is the most convenient time for a full time working mother? Boy, I did. Last time it was 9 to 11. I loved that. I could take them both to school, have two hours of peace to myself, and have until 3:30 to run errands, have coffee with dad, or do stuff at home. Now I have to take chloe to school, come home and then take him back in the afternoon, which living where we do, does not give me a whole lot of time for appointments or errands. Then I have to rush to pick him up at school and be back home by the time Chloe gets off the bus. Jeesh. Oh well. The way his preschool seems to work, there could be a whole different time by January.
Other than that, there is nothing going on here. I think we are through our busy season at work. Craig has been helping us out, so our flooring has yet to get done. We still have the bedroom closet and the moulding to do. Hard to say when that will get done. Right now my house is a disaster area, and I need to spend some time digging out the clutter that has accumulated. Fun! Fun! Fun!
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