Another annual magazine sale assembly has come and gone. Highlights include: 1) seeing kids gravitate to their group of friends even though they all sit with their class; 2) 8th graders actually "booing" their peers; 3) seeing that the marching baby plush pigs are back. And...we are told we get lots of money for our school from this fundraiser.
Lately invented several new words I'd like to share:
bitch-bully - a girl bully at middle school
spagufu - the new tofu spaghetti I found. No - stop laughing. I'm serious. And my four year old ate it and didn't even know. He he he (evil laugh of mom infusing protein in child's diet)
Okay, bye for now.
Never tell people if you see visions.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Legend
Here is the man, the legend himself. He couldn't get down to the stream to fish this summer, but he taught my 5 year old how to fish. The legend lives on.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Not too deep
No deep thoughts today. Shallow, shallow, shallow.
Well, my dad is out of the hospital. I drove three hours to my parents house on Friday. I got my mom's meds adjusted (we hide the Xanax) and brought my dad home. He has been on dialysis since his first bout with Myeloma 5 years ago. He wasn't getting enough fluid off since he continues to lose weight. He had a little pneumonia, but he's okay now. So just back to chemo and dialysis a couple days a week. Geez - what a way to live. And my dad rarely complains (about medical issues that is; Bush is still president for 4 more months!)
Oh - and I set his Tivo to tape Survivor Gabon and the new Dexter. Birdwalk alert! Doesn't it just piss you off that every Survivor has a new name and my Tivo doesn't know to tape it. How many times have I missed the first episode of the season? Is this happening to everyone? Why can't this be fixed. They can put a man on the moon, but .......
Anyway, that stress is off, so it's back to worrying about the important things in life: masters classes, 40th birthday party, organic vs. affordable baby food, and new celebrities on Dancing with the Stars.
Since I'm on the subject of reality TV, let me just say that I am addicted. I make no apologies (unless you count this.) I love it. I often come to think of the people on the show as my personal friends (or enemies.) I can't stand the supercilious bumper sticker "Kill Your Television." If this makes me shallow, well, at least I am honest. My TV would be the one possession I'd take to desert island. Well....only if I had a satellite dish.
Well, my dad is out of the hospital. I drove three hours to my parents house on Friday. I got my mom's meds adjusted (we hide the Xanax) and brought my dad home. He has been on dialysis since his first bout with Myeloma 5 years ago. He wasn't getting enough fluid off since he continues to lose weight. He had a little pneumonia, but he's okay now. So just back to chemo and dialysis a couple days a week. Geez - what a way to live. And my dad rarely complains (about medical issues that is; Bush is still president for 4 more months!)
Oh - and I set his Tivo to tape Survivor Gabon and the new Dexter. Birdwalk alert! Doesn't it just piss you off that every Survivor has a new name and my Tivo doesn't know to tape it. How many times have I missed the first episode of the season? Is this happening to everyone? Why can't this be fixed. They can put a man on the moon, but .......
Anyway, that stress is off, so it's back to worrying about the important things in life: masters classes, 40th birthday party, organic vs. affordable baby food, and new celebrities on Dancing with the Stars.
Since I'm on the subject of reality TV, let me just say that I am addicted. I make no apologies (unless you count this.) I love it. I often come to think of the people on the show as my personal friends (or enemies.) I can't stand the supercilious bumper sticker "Kill Your Television." If this makes me shallow, well, at least I am honest. My TV would be the one possession I'd take to desert island. Well....only if I had a satellite dish.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
My Life
I have compartmentalized my life like Clinton.
I have the teacher part, the mom part, the student part, the daughter part and a couple more parts that have no names. Hmm.... Is this how people develop multiple personalities?
Anyway, the daughter part is overwhelming right now. My dad with multiple myeloma is in the hospital with fluid on his lungs. My mom with MS says she's fine and then asks where has my dad been. When did I get this old? What is the average age that people have to start taking care of their aging parents? I still have a baby in diapers! I guess it's my own fault for waiting to have children until I had a house, a job and a savings account. What kind of fool am I?
AAAhhhhhhhh!
I have the teacher part, the mom part, the student part, the daughter part and a couple more parts that have no names. Hmm.... Is this how people develop multiple personalities?
Anyway, the daughter part is overwhelming right now. My dad with multiple myeloma is in the hospital with fluid on his lungs. My mom with MS says she's fine and then asks where has my dad been. When did I get this old? What is the average age that people have to start taking care of their aging parents? I still have a baby in diapers! I guess it's my own fault for waiting to have children until I had a house, a job and a savings account. What kind of fool am I?
AAAhhhhhhhh!
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