but feel free to browse through my archives.

and she said to me:

“At first when I looked at your face I thought that was a scar, but then I looked at it again and realized that it’s just a big, brown bag under your eye.”

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::studying::

 

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 ::helping with laundry::

 

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::our pumpkin::

 

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::the band::

 

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:it really works! Just feel how soft and static free I am::

 

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::yummy stuff::

 

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::I’ve never seen an egg truck.  I was excited so I took a picture while I was driving::

 

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 ::trying to take another profile picture::

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We had our first P-T conference on Tuesday. I figured things were going really well at school, but I just kept bracing myself for the bad news. Like, “Mr. and Mrs., Your child has not been to class in a week.” or “We found this (holds up kilo of drug X) in your daughter’s backpack. She’s been selling it at recess.” Thankfully, none of those issues came up.

She didn’t have anything bad to say. My daughter’s class as a whole is advanced in the reading department so the teacher is skipping ahead in her lesson plans for the entire year. Peanut is already reading Spanish and English. She only likes to use capital letters for her name. Her teacher said she will write the letters in lowercase if she is asked…all except the H (she gets her stubbornness from both parents). Since it is a standard she has to pass by January, we’ll work on it. She is the first to know the answer to the questions so her memory is really good for recognition and vocabulary. She’s also a really good artist. So much so the teacher found out that other students have been asking our little Georgia to draw pictures for them (for assignments). It went on for a while until Peanut was seen passing another student’s paper back to them. Then Senorita C told her she has to do her own work.
BS really laid the bragging on thick at the conference. I just tried to listen and be all about business. I guess we only really brag about Peanut to our parents, but they don’t need convincing. It was fun to hear about how she is at school and that she’s doing as well as we expected.

We got an offer on our house!  It is SOLD!  Closing date is November 26th!  Yippee!

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Our Thursday trip to Space Aliens was fun for the kids. Thankfully so, since the trip was for them. I was pretty excited about the ribs which received a best ribs award at some BBQ fest in Memphis. I should know by now to wonder what kind of contest and how many people voted. Anyway, they weren’t good. BS ordered brisket and it was like leather. He said the flavor reminded him of a McRib and he shouldn’t have been surprised since the originators of the restaurant had 70 years combined experience at McDonald’s! I’m sure it doesn’t help that my father has spoiled us thoroughly in the BBQ department. Aside from the confirmation that we are food snobs, the kids had a great time playing games.

My goal was to win tickets so the kids could get a prize. BS’s goal was to enjoy the kids play games without help from us. I didn’t know this until I got yelled at for playing skeet ball. But I later had fun teasing BS for “helping” Bubba shoot a gun and Peanut drive a car. I also had a little too much fun helping Peanut smash those little aliens on the head. Both she and I laughed hard through that one. I’ve got to get one of those games and put it in my office. Bubba was really good on his on at the basketball game. I think he made 8/10 shots on his own. We ended up with 245 tickets and an inflatable Scooby toy that squeaks. All in all it was a success–the kids really enjoyed it and we enjoyed seeing them have fun.

More pictures are on my flickr page.

So I’m in this discussion class and part of being in a discussion class is that everyone is supposed to sit in a circle. The circle. There is a lady in my class who NEVER sits in the circle. That bothers me to no end. She usually comes in late and there is always a desk-in the circle-that is close to the door that she could sit in. But does she sit in it? Noooo. She pulls up a different desk and sits outside the circle, usually not even facing the circle. So I think, “What is her problem? What is so hard about sitting in the circle?” Sometimes she just pulls the desk out of the circle. Ugh.

So yesterday I sat in the desk by the door and I put my backpack in the other desk by the door that was not in the circle. There were open desks in the circle. I’m feelin’ pretty proud that I was going to “encourage” this lady to sit in the circle. So she walks in, has to walk across the room to the other side of the circle. Where did she sit? She sat in the desk BEHIND the circle! She still did not sit in the circle. And me? I felt horrible. As I should.

(you can close your mouth now)

Someone slap my wrist.

I know she doesn’t want to disrupt when she comes in late, but doesn’t she know how much it bothers me that she doesn’t sit in the circle? See, this is that whole part about me not being mature enough to turn thirty yet. I can’t believe I did that. I’m not going to do it again and maybe I’ll do some sort of invisible retribution like make a desk accessible to her when she comes in late, but make sure it isn’t in the circle just like she likes. Then maybe I’ll massage her feet cause she’s coming to class late because she has been at work all day. Then maybe I’ll invite her over for dinner. Then maybe I’ll see if she wants to sit in a circle and sing songs.

But seriously, just sit in the ding dang circle!

We will be going to Space Aliens tomorrow to thank the kids for being so good during all of our home remodeling. They are very flexible children, patient and encouraging. Whenever we were done with a project we could hear their little voices say, “looks good, Dad! Good job!” or “ooo, I like that color. Good job, Mom.” Such sweeties.

So, um aliens. I think Bubba is going to freak out at Space Aliens, but this was their idea. It was between this place and Chuck your Cheese. Bubba screams and runs in place at the very sight of the mutant rat. Aliens should be fun.

I’ll take pictures.

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