Fang turned 2 today. He is growing up, but he is still my baby. heh
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
easy as 3.14
For the very first time this school year, Tater brought home a report card that only has passing grades. He is even passing math.
He is happy. I am very, very happy!
He will still has math tutoring since his passing grade was only 74, and Mr. F feels that he still isn't able to pass the TAKS test. Any child that does not pass the TAKS test will not be promoted to 6th grade. Still, a 74 is impressive when you compare it to the 49 he had last grading period.
After I congratulated him on a job well done, and gave him the I'm so proud of you speech. He tried to impress me with his math genius. Now he thinks that math is as easy as 3.14. heh
He is happy. I am very, very happy!
He will still has math tutoring since his passing grade was only 74, and Mr. F feels that he still isn't able to pass the TAKS test. Any child that does not pass the TAKS test will not be promoted to 6th grade. Still, a 74 is impressive when you compare it to the 49 he had last grading period.
After I congratulated him on a job well done, and gave him the I'm so proud of you speech. He tried to impress me with his math genius. Now he thinks that math is as easy as 3.14. heh
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
when sharks croak heh
This evening after I put the little heathens to bed, I was cleaning the kitchen. The windows were still open, and the frogs were croaking. Loud enough to hear them inside. I was thinking happy spring thoughts until Fang ran into the kitchen with, "Shh! Hear it. I scared".
"Go back to bed." I said.
Shaking his head he said, "I scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Hear it?" he whispered loudly. Then he nodded and said, "Sharks!"
"Go back to bed." I said.
Shaking his head he said, "I scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Hear it?" he whispered loudly. Then he nodded and said, "Sharks!"
Sweet as honey
The last few days the weather has been warm and beautiful. I have had the windows open letting the breeze and the bees to blow in. Today I was stung three times. I was sitting on the sofa watching some crap on TV when I felt something on my back. I reached around to feel what it was, and I was stung on my thumb. I jumped up to say bad words and stepped on bee #2.
Thinking my day couldn't get any worse, I found several bees in the window. I quickly killed them. I was feeling good about that until I went to remove the dead bee carcasses from the window I was stung once again. It's a damn good thing I'm not allergic.
Thinking my day couldn't get any worse, I found several bees in the window. I quickly killed them. I was feeling good about that until I went to remove the dead bee carcasses from the window I was stung once again. It's a damn good thing I'm not allergic.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
I've been painting.
Since DH will be home soon. I've been in super make the house pretty mode. This is what I've been very busy doing. I still have a few minor things to do to both bathrooms, but over all I'm happy with them.
My next big adventure is to paint my kitchen cabinets red. That will likely wait until DH is home to round up the little heathens and keep them out of my hair.
My next big adventure is to paint my kitchen cabinets red. That will likely wait until DH is home to round up the little heathens and keep them out of my hair.
Monday, February 07, 2005
I make grown men cry.
I have taken a little blogging break. Because nothing exciting has happened. Well, other than DH calling to tell me that he will be home the first week of March. WOOHOO!
Then today happened.
I woke up feeling shitty. I started my period. Lucky me, I only had 4 tampons. I had to venture out on a day when I didn't want to. Just to buy tampons. I also bought chocolate cookies, diet vanilla Coke, and Motrin. heh
Poor Fang has a cold, and fell asleep on the way home. After I carried him to bed, I vacuumed the van. That didn't take too long, thanks to Satan's help.
Since I was already in cleaning mode, I cleaned out the garage too. How did I go from crampy bitch to queen of clean in mere hours? It had to be the chocolate/caffeine high.
While I was setting out the trash for pickup tomorrow. Granny yelled at me to come peek at her brain child. She was putting afence baby gate around her patio so Max (her dog) wouldn't get his paws muddy. She can't afford to take him to the groomers every day. Unfortunately for granny, she forgot that dogs can jump and quite well. Therefore, a gate that's made to keep a small child contained is not necessarily going to keep a dog contained. While we were talking, Max jumped right over the gate then proceeded to roll in the wet muddy grass.
As I was trying to hold back the laughter from that, the school bus pulled up. Tater and Dian ran over and started chattering very excitedly. Warning us to not let a strange man in a white car into the house.
Long story short. A man that claimed to be an MP was driving a purple truck. He stopped at the bus stop this morning, and asked the kids for help. The 'MP' was supposedly looking for a 'criminal' driving a white car that had pulled a gun and tried to kill a police officer. The 'MP' then proceeded to warn the kids to not get in a white car, or to speak to strangers in white cars. All very fishy.
After hearing this story, Granny gave a long lecture to Tater and Dian on stranger danger. After her lengthy lecture, Granny practically jumped the fence to run across the street. Granny is the neighborhood watch. heh She had to alert Min that her daughter was almost abducted. Min not hearing the entire story and only registering the word abducted was beyond upset. She asked no questions, nor did she waste any time calling the police. While she did that, Granny rounded up several other kids that had seen the purple truck.
We all gathered in Min's yard and waited. The officer was there in no time. He was very calm, and spoke with all the children. Warning them of stranger danger. He also promised to increase patrols around the bus stops.
Austin's parents were both at work. I volunteered to fill them in on the events of the day. Why is it that every time I decided to be nice, something goes terribly wrong?
I waited until 6:15 to go to A's house. I was told that his mom usually gets home around that time. I'm walked to A's house carrying Fang because his legs were on strike. I knocked on the door. Grandma answered. Well not really, but she did open the door.
There were three non-barking, but very excited pit bulls that were trying to squeeze out the door with Grandma. Grandma was trying to squeeze out the door butt first, while yelling "shut up" at the non barking dogs.
I was watching Grandma with much amusement. Until she opened up the door and said, "come on in, we can have coffee." That's when three non barking but very excited pit bulls ran down the street. Grandma looked at me. Then she looked at the dogs, and yelled, "Shut up you stupid dogs."
I offered to help Grandma find the dogs, but explained that I wasn't much help with a kid on my hip and another trailing after me. Grandma nodded. Then Grandma and I proceeded to walk down the street. I asked Grandma what the dogs names were so I could call them. She answered with, "That mean little girl keeps letting my dogs out. Her parents should keep an eye on her." We were obviously not in the same conversation.
Here I was chasing 3 dogs. I did not know their names. So I was yelling, "Stop dogs!" I had a kid on my hip that was laughing and telling me to run faster. An old lady was chasing after me bitching about a bad little girl. A man with tears in eyes stopped me. He offered to help me chase the dogs, as soon as he stopped laughing at me. Considering the situation, the laughing was only going to get worse.
Luckily, Tater, Austin and several of their friends were running up the street. I rounded them up and sent them on a dog hunt. Overly energetic boys are must more capable of running after three dogs than I am. And much better equipped since they actually knew each dogs name.
The boys managed to locate all three dogs, they were two streets over, and get them safely home. Pretty impressive for a group of rotten boys. ;)
Right after I put the kids to bed, A's dad knocked on the door. His first question, "Do you know who this little girl is that keeps letting our dogs out?" heh
Then today happened.
I woke up feeling shitty. I started my period. Lucky me, I only had 4 tampons. I had to venture out on a day when I didn't want to. Just to buy tampons. I also bought chocolate cookies, diet vanilla Coke, and Motrin. heh
Poor Fang has a cold, and fell asleep on the way home. After I carried him to bed, I vacuumed the van. That didn't take too long, thanks to Satan's help.
Since I was already in cleaning mode, I cleaned out the garage too. How did I go from crampy bitch to queen of clean in mere hours? It had to be the chocolate/caffeine high.
While I was setting out the trash for pickup tomorrow. Granny yelled at me to come peek at her brain child. She was putting a
As I was trying to hold back the laughter from that, the school bus pulled up. Tater and Dian ran over and started chattering very excitedly. Warning us to not let a strange man in a white car into the house.
Long story short. A man that claimed to be an MP was driving a purple truck. He stopped at the bus stop this morning, and asked the kids for help. The 'MP' was supposedly looking for a 'criminal' driving a white car that had pulled a gun and tried to kill a police officer. The 'MP' then proceeded to warn the kids to not get in a white car, or to speak to strangers in white cars. All very fishy.
After hearing this story, Granny gave a long lecture to Tater and Dian on stranger danger. After her lengthy lecture, Granny practically jumped the fence to run across the street. Granny is the neighborhood watch. heh She had to alert Min that her daughter was almost abducted. Min not hearing the entire story and only registering the word abducted was beyond upset. She asked no questions, nor did she waste any time calling the police. While she did that, Granny rounded up several other kids that had seen the purple truck.
We all gathered in Min's yard and waited. The officer was there in no time. He was very calm, and spoke with all the children. Warning them of stranger danger. He also promised to increase patrols around the bus stops.
Austin's parents were both at work. I volunteered to fill them in on the events of the day. Why is it that every time I decided to be nice, something goes terribly wrong?
I waited until 6:15 to go to A's house. I was told that his mom usually gets home around that time. I'm walked to A's house carrying Fang because his legs were on strike. I knocked on the door. Grandma answered. Well not really, but she did open the door.
There were three non-barking, but very excited pit bulls that were trying to squeeze out the door with Grandma. Grandma was trying to squeeze out the door butt first, while yelling "shut up" at the non barking dogs.
I was watching Grandma with much amusement. Until she opened up the door and said, "come on in, we can have coffee." That's when three non barking but very excited pit bulls ran down the street. Grandma looked at me. Then she looked at the dogs, and yelled, "Shut up you stupid dogs."
I offered to help Grandma find the dogs, but explained that I wasn't much help with a kid on my hip and another trailing after me. Grandma nodded. Then Grandma and I proceeded to walk down the street. I asked Grandma what the dogs names were so I could call them. She answered with, "That mean little girl keeps letting my dogs out. Her parents should keep an eye on her." We were obviously not in the same conversation.
Here I was chasing 3 dogs. I did not know their names. So I was yelling, "Stop dogs!" I had a kid on my hip that was laughing and telling me to run faster. An old lady was chasing after me bitching about a bad little girl. A man with tears in eyes stopped me. He offered to help me chase the dogs, as soon as he stopped laughing at me. Considering the situation, the laughing was only going to get worse.
Luckily, Tater, Austin and several of their friends were running up the street. I rounded them up and sent them on a dog hunt. Overly energetic boys are must more capable of running after three dogs than I am. And much better equipped since they actually knew each dogs name.
The boys managed to locate all three dogs, they were two streets over, and get them safely home. Pretty impressive for a group of rotten boys. ;)
Right after I put the kids to bed, A's dad knocked on the door. His first question, "Do you know who this little girl is that keeps letting our dogs out?" heh
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Calgon take me away
Satan and Fang have started fighting sleep. They are driving me insane. Their early bed time, is my time to fight off the insanity. I need them to go to sleep! But Satan has been climbing on the dresser and turning on the light, so they can play.
Last night I heard giggling. When I went to check on them, and turn the light off for about the fifth time. Fang was butt naked. He was jumping on the bed, and singing We Will Rock You.
I could hardly suppress the laughter from that, but tonight I turned on them. I removed the light bulbs from their ceiling light. Right now I can hear Fang whining rather loudly, "I'm crying."
Last night I heard giggling. When I went to check on them, and turn the light off for about the fifth time. Fang was butt naked. He was jumping on the bed, and singing We Will Rock You.
I could hardly suppress the laughter from that, but tonight I turned on them. I removed the light bulbs from their ceiling light. Right now I can hear Fang whining rather loudly, "I'm crying."
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Grounded again.
Yesterday, Tater my normally non impulsive and gentle child punched the little girl that lives next door in the stomach. After my initial horror, I made him apologize, and then sent him to his room. Where, I loudly proclaimed, he would stay forever.
The first story I was given was that they were playing kick/basket ball. D decided to kick the ball when she shouldn't have? I'm not real clear on that part. Anyway, this angered Tater so he punched her in the stomach.
After he spent a great deal of time in his room, and I calmed down enough to speak to him without resorting to violence myself. I asked him to sit down and explain to me why he hit D. He was a little too eager to tell his story because he had a plan. A story so well thought out that he thought maybe just maybe I would buy his load of crap. Sadly for him, his well thought out story wasn't that well thought out.
He looked at me with the sad puppy dog eyes and began, "I'm going through puberty, ya know?"
I know, you're thinking, this has what? to do with punching another child. Because that's exactly what I was thinking. But I didn't stop him. I needed to hear this, so I let him continue.
"Puberty is a stressful time. It makes me stressed out and crazy. And D bothers me. One time when we were playing basketball she hit me in the face with the ball, but I didn't hit her that time. And today the water fountains were turned off, and they only had chocolate milk at lunch. I don't like chocolate milk. So I didn't drink it. I wanted lemonade. Then when I came home, I was so dehydrated. I drank a whole glass of lemonade. And then I was going to drink some water but I decided to play basketball instead. So I was dehydrated. And that's why I punched her."
Right there you have it. Dehydration makes you punch people. So please be sure to drink plenty of water, because I would hate to see this happen to others. ;)
The first story I was given was that they were playing kick/basket ball. D decided to kick the ball when she shouldn't have? I'm not real clear on that part. Anyway, this angered Tater so he punched her in the stomach.
After he spent a great deal of time in his room, and I calmed down enough to speak to him without resorting to violence myself. I asked him to sit down and explain to me why he hit D. He was a little too eager to tell his story because he had a plan. A story so well thought out that he thought maybe just maybe I would buy his load of crap. Sadly for him, his well thought out story wasn't that well thought out.
He looked at me with the sad puppy dog eyes and began, "I'm going through puberty, ya know?"
I know, you're thinking, this has what? to do with punching another child. Because that's exactly what I was thinking. But I didn't stop him. I needed to hear this, so I let him continue.
"Puberty is a stressful time. It makes me stressed out and crazy. And D bothers me. One time when we were playing basketball she hit me in the face with the ball, but I didn't hit her that time. And today the water fountains were turned off, and they only had chocolate milk at lunch. I don't like chocolate milk. So I didn't drink it. I wanted lemonade. Then when I came home, I was so dehydrated. I drank a whole glass of lemonade. And then I was going to drink some water but I decided to play basketball instead. So I was dehydrated. And that's why I punched her."
Right there you have it. Dehydration makes you punch people. So please be sure to drink plenty of water, because I would hate to see this happen to others. ;)
Thursday, January 20, 2005
How old do I act?
I'm really 31. But according to the quiz...
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You Are 23 Years Old |
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. |
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Religious war
After reading the news earlier today. Sadly Archbishop of Mosul Basile Georges Casmoussa was kidnapped.
(Last month the Vatican's foreign minister warned that anti-Christian feeling was spreading in Iraq and other Muslim countries because the war on terrorism was seen as linked to Western political strategy.
Archbishop Giovanni Lajolo, the Vatican's second-ranking diplomat, said anti-Christian feeling existed where political strategies of Western countries were believed to be driven by Christianity.)
It occurred to me that this mess in Iraq is now a religious war. Christians (AKA American liberators) versus the Muslims (AKA terrorist) Who will win? I say no one, for we are all losers in this venture. And for that we can thank our esteemed leader.
Quote of the day
"Today, Iraqis are liberated people. The former regime is gone, and our nation and the world is more secure."
George W. Bush
August 14, 2003
(Last month the Vatican's foreign minister warned that anti-Christian feeling was spreading in Iraq and other Muslim countries because the war on terrorism was seen as linked to Western political strategy.
Archbishop Giovanni Lajolo, the Vatican's second-ranking diplomat, said anti-Christian feeling existed where political strategies of Western countries were believed to be driven by Christianity.)
It occurred to me that this mess in Iraq is now a religious war. Christians (AKA American liberators) versus the Muslims (AKA terrorist) Who will win? I say no one, for we are all losers in this venture. And for that we can thank our esteemed leader.
Quote of the day
"Today, Iraqis are liberated people. The former regime is gone, and our nation and the world is more secure."
George W. Bush
August 14, 2003
weekend of movies
I was lazy this weekend and watched movies. Lots of movies. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was the first. I loved it. I'm not too fond of Jim Carrey in his funny Ace Ventura type stuff, but as a more serious actor, I think he does a fine job.
The Netflix wait for Napoleon Dynamite is long, and I am impatient. Since I have been looking forward to Napoleon Dynamite since it was in the theater, I actually made a trip to Blockbuster to rent it. Sadly, I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly as good, as I had hoped. There were funny parts, and Tater hasn't stopped saying "just make yourself a dang quesa-dilluh!" since Saturday. But I should have just waited for Netflix. My money at Blockbuster could have been better spent
I am a movie junkie. Not only did I leave Blockbuster with Napoleon Dynamite, I also rented
The Alamo. I'm such a dork, but I love history movies and Billy Bob Thornton. Yes, I know he is a freak, but I love him. heh
I also let the little heathens pick out movies. They chose Spider-man 2, Barbie The Princess and Pauper and The Land Before Time the Big Freeze.
Damn, that's a lot of movies for one weekend. But we had lots of fresh pop corn, so it's all good.
The Netflix wait for Napoleon Dynamite is long, and I am impatient. Since I have been looking forward to Napoleon Dynamite since it was in the theater, I actually made a trip to Blockbuster to rent it. Sadly, I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly as good, as I had hoped. There were funny parts, and Tater hasn't stopped saying "just make yourself a dang quesa-dilluh!" since Saturday. But I should have just waited for Netflix. My money at Blockbuster could have been better spent
I am a movie junkie. Not only did I leave Blockbuster with Napoleon Dynamite, I also rented
The Alamo. I'm such a dork, but I love history movies and Billy Bob Thornton. Yes, I know he is a freak, but I love him. heh
I also let the little heathens pick out movies. They chose Spider-man 2, Barbie The Princess and Pauper and The Land Before Time the Big Freeze.
Damn, that's a lot of movies for one weekend. But we had lots of fresh pop corn, so it's all good.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
little ears
Satan has spent far too much time listening to my words of wisdom. Yesterday, after we passed a funeral procession and I explained what a funeral was. She said matter of factly, "If my daddy gets dead, I will kick his moonie and his ass."
I really need to start watching what I say around little ears.
Todays quote.
"She's doing a fine job of coordinating interagency. She's doing what her-I mean- it shouldn'a-the, the, the role of the national security advisor is to not only provide good advice to the President, which she does on a regular basis-I value her judgment and her intelligence-uhh-but, uhh-her job is also to deal interagency, and to help unstick things that may get stuck-is the best way to put it. She's an unsticker."
George W. Bush
October 28, 2003
Referring to Condoleezza Rice.
I really need to start watching what I say around little ears.
Todays quote.
"She's doing a fine job of coordinating interagency. She's doing what her-I mean- it shouldn'a-the, the, the role of the national security advisor is to not only provide good advice to the President, which she does on a regular basis-I value her judgment and her intelligence-uhh-but, uhh-her job is also to deal interagency, and to help unstick things that may get stuck-is the best way to put it. She's an unsticker."
George W. Bush
October 28, 2003
Referring to Condoleezza Rice.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
It's about damn time
DH finally instant messaged me. Says he is working 14-16 hours a day and he is tired as hell. Poor baby. He says that he will try to call soon. I don't expect to hear from him much, until after the elections are over.
Todays word is necessary
Quote of the day.
"We marched to war. I don't if you remember, on your TV screens, last summer it - a year ago, summer-it said, 'March to War'. You turn on the TV, and there it says: 'March to War'. That's not a very conducive environment in which people are willing to take risk. It's not a positive thought. It's a necessary, in my judgment, obviously, to make America secure."
George W. Bush
Nov, 10 2003
Todays word is necessary
Quote of the day.
"We marched to war. I don't if you remember, on your TV screens, last summer it - a year ago, summer-it said, 'March to War'. You turn on the TV, and there it says: 'March to War'. That's not a very conducive environment in which people are willing to take risk. It's not a positive thought. It's a necessary, in my judgment, obviously, to make America secure."
George W. Bush
Nov, 10 2003
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