Friday, December 31, 2010
December 31, 2010: Spent the day with the woman who was like a mom to me and the girl who was my sister growing up. They got to meet Alice (Thumbelina is with her dad for the weekend). It was wonderful. Though 10 years have passed, it felt like no time at all. Honorary mama hasn't changed a bit, and Twin has grown up to be so beautiful (well, she always was). Her kids are adorable. Her oldest is just like mine, her carbon copy.
So, as I ring in 2011 tonight, I will remember my past. And those who helped shaped my future.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Today one of them linked this article. In case you don't click random links in blog posts, the gist is this, Man suspects wife of cheating, checks her email, finds out wife is a whore cheating on him with her 2nd husband. 2nd husband beat wife in front of her young child, so current husband forwards the information to whore's 1st husband, and the 1st husband goes after the wife for custody as she's putting their child in a dangerous situation. Again.
This is all fine, until they learn how 1st husband got the information. Now current husband (well, now he's an ex. Divorce was finalized last month) is waiting to go on trial for hacking. Yes, that's right. He's looking a 5 years in prison for looking at his whore wife's emails.
This doesn't sit right with me. Mostly because I do not believe you have a reasonable absolute right to privacy in a marriage. It's like your job. If you are looking up porn, they know. It's not just your work computer, it's the companies computer. Same goes for the house. It's your personal computer, but I'm betting it's household funds who bought it.
She's a whore, and she still fucked him.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I was at Hobby Lobby with the family recently, picking out our annual Christmas ornaments (wound up getting them at Kohls), when I noticed their giant nativity set. Poor baby Jesus looked like someone had kicked a hole into his head. I was pointing it out to my husband, when I suddenly noticed how shockingly WHITE Jesus and his fellow nativity friends were. I'm talking never seen the sun white. Baby Jesus had some seriously rosy cheeks (I suspect Nativity Mary broke out some rouge. Jezebel). Baby Jesus was lying in the manger, chubby cheeked, blonde haired, and big blue eyes.
"Um.... Wait a minute".... <---- That's the thought that went through my head as I giggled. I mentioned it to Matt, thinking it was hilarious. "Jesus wasn't white" I giggled. I noticed two women looking at me funny, and figured they thought I was making fun of how holy Jesus was from someone kicking the back of the head. Feeling slightly ashamed that someone would think that, we continued to walk off. When the two women thought I was out of ear shot, I overheard them discussing the Mexican saying baby Jesus wasn't white. I turned around with a brilliant smile on my face and called to the "well, he wasn't!" I thought I was about to have to throw down in Hobby Lobby. "Mexican kicks middle aged white woman's ass" would have been the headline. Except... I'm not Mexican. Idiots. Yes, I know I know. We don't know for sure what Jesus looked like. However, we do know the area he was born and lived. We also know his family fled to Egypt to hide. So, putting that information together, it's extremely doubtful that Jesus was Anglo Saxon. Sorry if this is upsetting. I was discussing this on one of my mommy boards, and a friend of mine, Rosalie (maybe I've mentioned her? Once or twice?), said that Jesus was Caraway. The favorite color of any respectable BHB mom.
So, God bless the sweet caraway baby Jesus. And yes, his hair was Tobacco Road. How did you know?
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Today I came across this story. Over in the Red Sea, 5 people have been attacked by what they now acknowledge is the same shark. They didn't name the shark, but say it's a migratory one. I'm assuming the shark isn't being named to protect the species. You don't want crazies out there killing all the sharks they can just because it's a certain breed.
All I know is that one freak incident is enough to convince me that the water is still dark. And terrifying. Even if it is more realistic that I would be killed by a cow.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
You will be missed.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
For good measure, I'm heading down to the shelter to kick puppies. Anyone want to join me for that?
*This post is brought to you by Sarcasm
Friday, December 3, 2010
Or at least she would have you think so with the way she screamed, moaned, and cried over having to wear it in 28 degree weather. Apparently, it's not cold at all! However, she still wants to take a sweater to wear in class since she gets cold sitting here. Wait, what? The school keeps it below 28 degrees?
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
He isn't doing well...
He made the girls dinner (chicken nuggets for nights like these), and then started making my chicken noodle soup. I had to walk him through how to make a can of Campbells, laughing to myself. While doing that, Alice asks him where she was supposed to throw something away, because there was no bag in the trashcan. "OH MY GOD! Everyone quit coming to me with all these problems!"
It gets better. He sits down, and after a bit, Thumbelina comes out, says her tummy hurts. When he finally gets up (10 minutes later), she's feeling better, so off to bed, no meds needed. About 15 minutes later, she comes back out to get some Pepto because she says it's hurting again. He gets up, gets her pepto, sends her back to bed and then rants that he's tired of getting up. He just wants to rest.
Being ill sucks, but it's almost worth it. Almost.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
One of the snow globes plays Santa Clause Is Coming To Town. The girls were singing and Alice pointed to Thumbelina on the "going to find out who's naughty" and to herself on the "nice" part. Emily stood up and screamed "YOU'RE THE NAUGHTY ONE! I'M THE NICE ONE!"
Yes, I cracked up laughing.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watchingWell, I do know that my life will be interesting to watch, but I also realize there will be tons of moments where I want to bury my head and scream "WHY THE HELL IS SHE DOING THAT?!!!?"
Monday, November 22, 2010
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare - Bolded because I've finished the ones I've read. Honestly, I think I've read most!
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma -Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno - Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - E.B. White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I do have to say that they ended part 1 at the perfect spot. When you see it, you know it's where they will end, yet it's hard to realize it's already been 2 hours and 20 minutes!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Another class comes through first. Adrienne's class. We spot each other at the same time. Her eyes widen and she quickly looks away, down at the floor. Another girl openly stares at me, I assume her to be Courtney (which was later confirmed). Their class goes in, and I wait a few minutes longer for Alice's class. To be honest, she didn't seem to care that I was there, but a few other girls did. Brandy ran up and hugged me.
They were able to have "free lunch" today, which means they get to sit with their friends, instead of boy-girl-boy-girl. All of the girls except for one come and sit with Alice and me. We talk and laugh. The girl that didn't come sit with us? Yeah, Meredith. She was sitting with this boy who I've met before and honestly, he really seems to have a crush on my daughter. I haven't told her this, but he is so cute, because when we met, he told me that he was so glad that Alice won the writing contest. Meredith starts whispering in his ear and he looks over at us. I ignore it for the most part, we are having fun laughing at our end of the table. One of the girls is ready Last Song, the Nicholas Spark novel?
At that point, this boy gives Meredith a strange look, gets up, and moves to our end of the table, with all of us girls. He keeps trying to engage Alice in conversation. It was so cute. If I only thought he liked her before, now I know he does. He only wanted her attention. Yes, she's too young for that, but as mom, I thought it was adorable.
Finally, it was time for them to go back to class. Adriennes class was already lined up. Both classes hit the playground together after lunch, so they were waiting on us. As I passed Adrienne, I smiled at her and said "Hi Adrienne!", as if nothing wrong had ever happened between my daughter and her. I think I shocked her because her eyes got really wide and her mouth kind of dropped open. I just kept my smile in place and waved. She sort of nodded her head.
All of Alice's friends gave me a hug and asked me to stay. It made the strong mom part of me feel so much better that my daughter has these friends around her. Knowing that my daughter will not be alone. While she still needs me to protect her from the bad, she has the friends who can support her.
Hopefully, making my presence known, is enough to calm things down a bit. I know that it's scary to attack a child knowing you might see her mom right around the corner. ;)
Where do I like to go for my holiday cards? Shutterfly. I've made holiday cards at other places and have honestly not been that satisfied with the final product, but with Shutterfly, I don't seem to have that problem. This holiday, I'm getting the retro plaid 5x7 folded card. It really fits my loved holiday theme. Understated, but pretty. Shutterfly is great because they have so many different styles to choose from, you are bound to find one that you love. You can check out all of their 5x7 folded cards HERE.
My husband just reminded me that he's almost done with the calendar that Thumbelina made him. It's a calendar filled with her artworks that she made a preschool. He actually sounded pretty sad about it, so I decided I would make him a photo calendar! That way, he can show off pictures of his girls. I made one with Shutterfly for my MIL last year, and she loved it. So I'll be checking out the calendar section for him later today.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
There is a girl in Alice's class who thinks she's the Queen Bee. Honestly, she kind of is. Let's call queen bee Meredith. Meredith is of the belief that when she doesn't like you, she tells people not to be your friend, and you follow those rules or else. I told Alice to stop. To tell Meredith no. On Monday, Alice's friend Erin tripped on her shoe lace and fell into Meredith. Meredith told everyone that Erin pushed her on purpose. Even cried to the teacher. Erin got in trouble, despite it being an accident. No one was shocked, because apparently, this is Meredith's M.O. As you can guess, Erin became persona non grata according to the rule of Meredith. Alice said No.
Fast forward to recess. Meredith has a boyfriend named John and a best friend named Adrienne. Adrienne used to be a really good friend of Alice's. She spent the night here and even went on a trip with us to the zoo. This year they are in different classes and grew apart. Normal in elementary school. I thought nothing of it. On the playground, Adrienne comes up to Alice and starts yelling at her about telling Meredith that she still believed in Peter Pan. She then pushes Alice on the ground and tells her she is going to beat her up. Alice gets up and and Adrienne tries to jump on her and punch her. Alice pushes her off and runs. Merediths boyfriend John chases after her. When John couldn't catch her, their other friend Courtney tries to get her. At this point, the teachers who failed to notice a thing, yell that recess is over. So Alice is safe.
When she gets home, Alice relays the story to me. I asked her why she told anyone that Adrienne still believes in Peter Pan (yes, it's true) and she says they were just talking, that Meredith brought it up first. I also asked her why she didn't tell a teacher, and she stated the fact that she didn't want to get in trouble, because they would lie. (As mentioned above, it happens). I made her repeat this story again and again. It's now Wednesday and the story has not changed at all. I believe my daughter. I did tell her that gossiping is wrong and that Adrienne had a right to be upset, but not a right to put her hands on Alice. I call the school and am told the principal is in a meeting, so I leave a message. School never calls back.
I send Alice to school Tuesday and assume they are probably going to talk to the kids today since I left the message. Alice gets home and says no one talked to her, but that Meredith told her Adrienne said she was going to punch her in the face. Alice confronts Adrienne who says "yeah, I did". Once again I call the school, only to have to leave yet another message.
Matt is off today, so we just head up to the school ourselves, only to be told that the principal isn't in, and that all issues must first go through the teachers. OK... I couldn't be told that on the phone? Alice's teacher calls me during lunch and I explain the entire situation. Alice's teacher tells me that they have had a lot of trouble from this group on the playground this year. It's not the first issue. Basically, they are the Mean Girls. She says she is going to talk to the teacher that 2 of the students are in. She will email me the resolution. I'm fine with this.
Until Alice gets home and informs me that the other teacher handled the entire thing, Adrienne didn't get in trouble. What they did was punish the entire 3rd grade for this. No longer can they play on the open field and the teacher told them it was because of the two of them that this happened. So what did Adrienne do? Ran and told her friends that it was Alice's fault. Who then came up and yelled at Alice on the playground, telling her it was all her fault. I told Alice to next time roll her eyes, flip her hair, and walk away. Alice's teacher and I both told her to stay away from this entire group. Especially Meredith, since I think as ring leader (teacher agrees fully), caused the drama on purpose. Everything was fine between them all until my daughter stood up and said "no, I will still be her friend".
So, basically what the school did to handle a GANG UP on my child was paint a bigger target, placing the blame of loosing a coveted spot on her. This household is not happy right now, and very disillusioned with how a school protects its students.
Yeah, what ever. I'm sorry, if you come at me with that crap, I'm going to laugh and consider you a nutcase. Yeah, sure you never lie to your kid. I know I do. All the damn time. As a mom, those white lies come in handy. But imagination and faith are not lies. I find it funny that someone throwing God in my face would say that our faith is a lie.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
First, it took you 5 minutes to come get our drink orders. We chalked this up to the fact that the place was busy. While waiting, we listened to the drunk ass rednecks beside us yelling "Fuck you! I'm gonna kick ur ass!" Isn't there a NC law about cutting off patrons that are obviously intoxicated?
Finally you came and got our drink orders... Going to bring them to us? We're waiting. For that matter, our salad and bread would be good too.
Oh! Yay! Drinks! But you're not our server? Oh, there she is. Hugging and talking to her friends. Did she just... sit down?
Appetizer? Mmm... Friend mushrooms. Love them. You're not our waitress either, but you walked off before we could get a side of ranch. Husband can't do the sauce you guys bring alone. Heartburn. Waitress, where are you? Back at the table of your friends? Oh, look at that. They have their salad, bread, drinks, and appetizers. Wait, didn't they get here 15 minutes after us?
Oh, sorry you heard us asking another server for bread and the ranch. Oops. You were going to have someone get the bread for us? Might want to talk to them, they seem to be slacking.
Oh look! There's the bread! And our salads. Guess that person you asked to do your job isn't working out for you, since you brought them yourselves. And back to your friends!
Oh... The steaks look delicious. I feel sorry for the person bringing them. She got a bit confused. But I can understand as she's not our server either. I know that boys usually like their steak pinker than girls, but I promise, the medium rare is mine. He's the medium. Scouts honor! No, I never was a scout, but you get it. Thanks for my steak!
Would be nice to get some more rolls.... Oh look, you're back with your friends. You know, maybe if you didn't sit and talk with them so much, you might have time to... Oh never mind!
Damn. Never saw you again! We finished dinner, but now we don't need the rolls. Check please? Hell no I don't want desert. I have no fucking clue how long it will take for me to get it.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
They called us back to take a medical history and explain what was happening. I had to give all the information 3 times, to 3 different set of people. Alice and Mr. Peaches had to leave the room because Alice was getting freaked out by what they were saying. Nothing scary, but the 8 year old mind, the unknown is terrifying. She was especially upset that they only allowed one of us to come back with her. She chose me, but she wanted her dad there too.
The nurse doted on her. I know it's their training, what they have to do, but it made her feel so at ease. I wanted to hug them all tightly for it. She laid down on the table in the MRI room and they put a pinkish purple mask over her nose and mouth. About 5 seconds later, the laughing gas kicked in, and she did nothing but smile. She fell asleep a minute later and doesn't remember talking girl scouts. I kissed her cheek and walked out. Even remembering it brings tears to my eyes. You don't want to leave your baby!
Back in the waiting room, Mr. Peaches was half asleep. The man needs his sleep. I think he functions best under 18 hours a day. We got a pager and went to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. We hadn't eaten because Alice couldn't eat. We sat there and talked for a while about the whole thing. About what was going to happen. A part of me hoping it's a cyst, or even a benign tumor that they can just get rid of and we can be done with it all! No more curving of her back, and all back to normal. The other part of me terrified it's going to be something more. Malignant. Or that it's going to be nothing and the curve will grow worse. My head is still a mess.
We head back up the the waiting room, and wait. He's reading and trying to catch a few z's, and I'm reading, trying not to let my min wander. It's going to be 2.5 hours. That's a lot of wander time. After a while, his mom calls down and tells us to come up to the recovery floor to meet the people. It's a nice waiting room. They have wi-fi and computers, plus a playroom. Anything to keep you occupied. MIL comes in and starts to show us off. Show off her hospital. Hospitals are not cheery, but this one came pretty close to it. The nurses were all smiles and wonderful to meet.
They found out that Alice was coming up in 10 minutes, so they tried to hurry us out. Parents can't be in the room at first. I found out why when I saw my baby being wheeled down the hall, wrapped up, with a tube down her throat. I don't think I'm ever going to forget that sight. I hope I don't have to see anything like that again in my lifetime.
They called us back after about 10 minutes, when they got it situated. Alice was still asleep, but starting to stir. She doesn't really remember much, but it was a struggle to get her to stay down once she started waking up. She just wanted to go. I kept having to tell her to lay down, that mommy was here. She would lay down and fall back asleep, only to wake right back up, not remembering a thing. She moved and thrashed so much, that she caused her IV to start bleeding out on the bed.
When she was finally awake, she ate some crackers and had a Shasta lemon lime. She was groggy but ready to get out. Mr. Peaches went and got the van, while they wheeled her out. Her hospital adventure over, my half out of it Lizard (my nickname for her) was hungry and demanding. I half felt like I was dealing with her former 3 year old self. She settled on Subway. A spicy Italian on wheat. After that, her bearings started to clear up, and she didn't seem like she was stumbling on herself.
We have a follow up appointment November 23. In 12 days we'll hear the results. Keep us in your thoughts please.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
"No Mommy, I saved the tangles for you!"
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Yesterday, I went out the store, enjoying my moment free of children. I grabbed some milk, 2lbs of deli meat, a large container of strawberry yogurt, a can of Pringles (shut up), and even found a Halloween shirt in Mr. Peaches size for $1.00 (75% off!). I get up to the line and wait for what feels like forever, leaving time for me to grab a chapstick. Not my favorite, a cherry one, since they stopped carrying all of the ones I loved. The cashier was having to cash out, and by that point, she was done. She rings me out, handing me the chapstick, which I throw in my purse. I slide my card, off in my own little world.
Wait, what? Declined? Oh no. No no no. I have money, the card is fine. Slide again.
WTF? No, let's try this one more damn time.
(do I really have to tell you it was declined?)
Hanging my head in embarrassment, I apologize and start to walk off, insisting that I do have the money. That's when the humiliation gets a bit worse. She reminds me to hand over the chapstick. Crap. I swear, I wasn't trying to steal the crappy cherry chapstick! Luckily for me (yeah right), the bank is in the same area, so I quickly drive over, only to find it slammed. It's 1:30 on a Friday, but even this is insane. Apparently, the ATM ate a womans check card and she's refusing to move, sending people to park so they can use the side machine.
After being able to finally park, I go in a wait until I can speak with a CSR. A man comes up, let's call him Dave, and asks to help me. Dave takes me in his office and starts to figure out the problem. Apparently a retailer screwed up. Big time. To protect me, they turned off my card. Yay? Of course, their story is that they turned my card off on the 21st. Which doesn't make any sense, as I used it quite a few times after that. They also swear they mailed me a new card, which I should have already gotten. Um... no. They have no idea why I didn't know! I ask them to check my husbands card as well, and Dave tells me that his card was perfect. No problems what so ever. Which makes sense. He'd bought Dunkin Donuts the night before. Worked fine. Plus, Dave just confirmed that his card was working perfectly.
Lying sack of shit. No really. I'll get to that. I came home and settled down for a bit, wasting time until my sisters pampered chef party. The mail shows up, and shocker of all shockers, guess what's in the mail? A freaking day late? Well, we have no milk, but at least I have a working card. Alice and I head off to the party. (By the way, Pampered Chef BBQ Chicken Pizza? Awesome!!!)
We get home at 9, Alice goes to bed, and DH heads out to Dragon Wok to get my fried wontons and beef and broccoli. Guy behind the counter swipes his card.
See why I called Dave a lying sack of shit? Today I called the main office to find out what the hell is going on. Instead of the fraud story they gave me for mine, they say they cut his off for suspicious activity. What suspicious activity? Donuts and Chinese? Were they afraid their account holders might be pregnant? (no, I'm not pregnant. The combo does make it sound like I am though!) Donuts and Chinese are now suspicious? Wonder what would happen if he bought duck tape and a knife?
Oh, and he'll have his card in 5-7 business days. We are so switching banks.
Friday, November 5, 2010
The P/T conference was the usual praising of Alice. She's reading on a higher level, 183wpm, when the goal for the 9 weeks is 77. On a scale from A-U in reading comprehension, she's tested off the charts (as did 4 other kids in her class! Yay!) The goal for that is between N-O.
Then we moved on to the fact that this teacher is more perceptive than Alice's other teachers. I finally have someone who makes me feel like it's not just me. An ally in my court so to speak. Who knows, she actually sounded pretty amazed that I wasn't arguing with her personal assessment, so she might feel the same! Alice is lazy and irresponsible. I know, she's a 3rd grader, but I expect more from her. So does her teacher! Yay!!!!! Alice has decided that she's a special snowflake who can rush through things, and it's messing with her grades. My child is special to me, but she's no more special than any other snowflake in that school. She has to realize this. I think she's been coddled too much. Is there a such thing as over praising a child? I think that's what happened.
On top of that, she fails to be responsible for her own things. I see this at home, and it's apparently happening in school as well. It's something we have been working on at home and I am so happy that her teacher is doing it there as well. The only person responsible for Alice is.... Alice. (Yes, I know. But for this portion of the lesson, this is the rule she needs to learn)
This leads me to going "WTF IS GOING ON????!?!?!?!?!?" This morning was hell morning. She wouldn't get out of bed (she fell out at 7:40), she came in with an attitude over breakfast (she didn't want peach oatmeal, she wanted strawberry), she didn't want to drink her milk (it tasted funny), lied about brushing her teeth (Swear I did!), put on a skirt with no tights after I told her it was cold (and proceeded to cry her eyes out when I made her switch to pants because she didn't have time to put on tights now...), listlesly combed her hair, leaving me to pick up that slack. Finally brushed her teeth, only to miss her bus. This of course made her cry, because I made her sit on her bed until Mr. Peaches could take her to school.
I don't know what got into her this morning, but if bed time has to be moved up to freaking 7pm, I'll do it! (currently, set at 8pm)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Two and a half years ago, I really wanted a dog. This is the story of how I found Ziva.
One Saturday morning my mom woke my sister Thumbelina and me up. She pulled into a place called Cabarrus Pet Society, a blue house on South Main Street. We went in through the back and we looked at all the dogs. Some were so cute! There were giant dogs and smalls dogs. Mommy said no to all the small dogs we saw because they were too hyper.
We finally walked onto the front porch and saw some really cute puppies. My sister and I screamed "PUPPIES!!!" My mom screamed "NO!!!" We looked to the right and saw two small dogs. It was a mother dog and her puppy. I grabbed my mom and begged her to look. A lady offered us to come inside the cage. We said yes and went inside the cage and sat down with the dogs. They came to us and sat on our laps. We wanted to take both dogs home, but we could only get one. It was a hard choice, but we decided on the cute black and brown puppy.
We brought our new puppy home, and when my dad got home, we decided it was time to give her a name. My mom asked everyone what they wanted to name her. I said Cupcake. Thumbelina said Snow White. My dad wanted to name her from Lord Of The Rings. My mom said how about Ziva? My mom won, of course.
And that is the story of how we found our dog Ziva. We love her, no matter how silly her name is.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
What was sad is that not many people actually participated. What happened to Halloween? I grew up in a neighborhood who made a party of it. The parents (at least one) would stay home and all the kids would hit the circle up. It was an awesome night. A wonderful time. Now, nothing. I just don't get it.
But, the girls had a blast, so did their dad. He was happy to be able to do this with them. And that is what matters. Seeing Thumbelina running down a hill screaming "Mommy! They gave me candy!" was enough to bring a smile to my face for the night.
This from the child who just this morning kicked me as hard as she could in my right breast. Mr. Peaches picked her up and walked up behind them. She saw me coming and kicked. Hard. It's 2 hours later and I still feel a bit sick from it. She "didn't realize I would actually hurt you mommy!"
Thursday, October 28, 2010
“I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... because I'd be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything,” she writes. “To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room.”
Yes. I am fat. I'm sorry Ms. Kelly that it is aesthetically displeasing for you to see me just walk across the room. I'm sorry that you think it's disgusting for me to kiss my husband. I'm so sorry that the world isn't going to conform to your version of pretty. I hope you can get some medication to help you tolerate the world that's not perfect.
Hopefully it doesn't make you fat.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
After we ate, we all painted our pumpkin gourds. They aren't done yet, they are a work in progress! I'll showcase the finished product soon. Promise. Right now, you can enjoy the start:
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Apparently, the kids have to glue their homework into a notebook when they are done. I wasn't informed of this, and Alice hasn't been doing it, so she gets in trouble. I check her agenda off each day, because she does her homework, but apparently, glue is a part of it. No excuses. I get it. However, I can't enforce the damn rule if you don't inform the parents. (This is the part where you say, "Duh")
Why do we consider it lying? At her school, if you finish all your homework, you get to eat in the classroom on Friday. If not, you have to stay in the cafeteria. Alice has been keeping it from me that she has had to stay in the cafeteria a few times because she forgot to glue her homework in.
Have currently sent her to sit on her bed until she calms down. At this rate, she would be done with them if she'd just, you know, write them.
Friday, October 22, 2010
See how sweet? Right down to the cheese heart on the fall leaf. But I wanted to make "L's" gross out Halloween lunch, so I tried my hand. It doesn't look as awesome, but I don't think it looks too bad. Bloody eyeballs (dyed red), then the cherry tomato eyeballs (dyed green), moldy fingers, and a bat PB&J. I wonder if she'll actually be able to eat it! The cheese I cut the eyes out of looked like swiss cheese, so I added it. Too bad I can't make a mouse!