Oh hey more comments! I LOVE comments! And comments from both friend Sandy (who I had begun to fear had gone into witness protection for as often as I (don’t!) hear from her) and my MOM.
So hey, HI MOM! (picture me waving wildly the way people always do when, no matter what the honor, they feel the need to bellow "HI MOM!" to the audience. That never gets old!)
Reading Kit’s (aka mom’s) comments made me think of my NEXT tee-shirt order. I need to get matching mother-daughter tee’s (hers and mine).
Hers can say "Beware of grandmother carrying a large grudge"
Mine can say "Can you believe it? *I’m* the nice one?!"
Love you all!
So yes I really DID receive two of these shirts and yes, I really DID ask the children to wear them to school on Monday. And yes, I really AM prepared to homeschool them if necessary … And no, Kassie does not REALLY have red "possessed by the Devil eyes."
But her mother does.
Oh yes, I do. And you CAN tell the principal I said so.
And for the maybe .5% of people (and/or the general population) who don’t know the story of how the Principal of our Elementary School decided to just go ahead and listen to the voices in her head that told her to call me on the carpet and give me a dressing down for daring to write about the third grade science project let me tell you that on her part it was
A) a very, very bad idea
B) this is a direct response to that.
By popular demand,
The column that almost landed me in 3rd grade detention
Seriously, I got called into the Principal’s office and everything!
… and other things I never thought I’d have to say – ever.
Apparently, you have to TELL a nine year old boy not to run over his sister’s face with a sled. Who knew?
She’s fine, he’s fine and is alleging the whole thing to be an “accident.” Unfortunately, he has just the slightest glimmer of a smirk when he apologizes that makes me suspect he found it just the tiniest bit funny.
He is so my child.
Yes, the show MUST go on ~ even if your antennae fly off! Grainy shots that are the standard "salvaged as best I can" from the horrible school auditorium lighting. Photo of antennae headband that appears to be balanced on her fingertip is actually the camera capturing the exact *moment* that she realized her headband had flown off. Moments later she would lunge across the floor, slap it on her head (backwards), and continue as if nothing had happened. Broadway – eat your heart out!
Yay I got comments! Okay, comment! One. Recently. Pretty ex-ci-ting I’ll say! Thanks Dawn! Sure, she’s my best friend and thus duty-bound to say nice things even if I post pictures of, say, my sock (That’s a GREAT sock! She’d say because she’s sweet like that) but still … a nice comment. I’m so psyched!
Just so’s you know – I’m not HINTING or anything – but you can always e-me or post a comment or whatever by clicking that little comment thingie at the bottom.
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Words to live by in 2006. Hope they carry on in 2007 and beyond. Photo is of Matthew contemplating the incredibly tall ladder up the "big slide" at the Firestone Park Pool. 
Apparently, Florida has no real understanding of the definition of the term "underdogs." My deepest condolences go out to the Moser Family but, on the bright side, the Gators may have the championship, but we still have the cutest cheerleaders!
Because the chance to put a "Pooh Bear" quote on anything relating to these big boys is so fleeting … 
Because the chance to put a "Pooh Bear" quote on anything relating to these big boys is so fleeting …
The elementary school had a lock-down for a gun in the middle school on the Tuesday before break. Apparently, a child was reported to have brought a gun to middle (?) school and told a classmate he was planning to use it on someone specific. Classmate (good child!) promptly reported this and thus the lockdown was campus wide.
I learned of this from a fellow parent on New Year’s Eve (ie. almost two weeks later!)
So I ask my Kass, "honey, did you have a special thing at school?" and she thinks about it for a moment and then says, brightly, "Oh yeah! We had a code red – the box on the wall says "code red" and tells the teachers to be ready and Mrs. S___ got to turn off ALL THE LIGHTS and LOCK THE DOOR and we had to go to our special place over by the coats and stay down. And if we had to stay a long, long time we got to eat candy bars but we didn’t so we didn’t get any candy bars."
This prompted me to say – exasperated – "honey, you know when mommy is driving you home and says "did anything happen today" and you say "no" (or tell me all about how Lilly brought a My Pretty Pony for show n’ tell) well THAT is the time I should have heard this story!
Kids!
Yeah, some second grader loses a tooth she is ALL OVER that report. They are huddling in the dark by the coats for a "Code Red" and this garners nary a mention? I don’t know whether to be glad it’s not traumatic – or sad that it’s not traumatic.
Apparently, it has no more impact on my children than all the times I spent practicing our "duck and cover" in the hallways of various school buildings in case of tornado.
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