She’s a yapper!
Well – so far so good! Two weeks in and the school is still standing and the pup is having a blast. She gets to ride the bus every morning and ride the CARTS van home. That is the Centeral Area Rural Transit System, btw – basically, though you have to be 7 to ride alone, they have a specially funded “kinder” program that allows the kinders to ride for free if you qualify for reduced price lunches – which we do. So they pick her up in her class room, and the other kinders who ride as well, and drop them off at their homes – walking them right on up to the door and making sure someone is home to receive them too.. Drivers have to go through several background checks and tests, etc and everything too. And she LOVES it.
She always askes me though “how’d you know I was here!” and well – it’s easy! Even with my front door closed, I can hear her talking the minute they open the van door outside. *L* The driver today gave me today’s title “She is a yapper!” and I just laughed and nodded… and he continued “That’s ok though, she’s a lot of fun to listen too.” And what’s funny is EVERY driver she’s had has said the same thing in some form or fashion. I guess she talks from the time they pick her up in the class room till they drop her off here.
Hee. Makes my silent mornings all the more special, don’t it? *L* I’ve been doing this for FIVE YEARS already. *L*
She had her first field trip today too. I was a bad mommy and forgot it was today – thinking it was tomorrow, but being the first they expect someone to forget so Mrs. B had extra sammiches for lunch. Anyway – they piled into cares and went to a local farm here, and dug potatoes! It’s an annual thing that Mrs. B has done for about 10 years now, and great fun for the owners and the Kinders alike. The pup said that she dug up “firty-two!” (32) potatoes. In the next couple of weeks she and her class will do a number of potato related activities too, from counting, to doing ‘potato stamp painting” to cooking “stone soup” and so on. I remember all of this from when the girl had Mrs. B, something the Girl remembers fondly as well.
The boy is enjoying Jr. high as well. Apparently – there’s a dance tomorrow night even. And apparently he’s going.
SOB!
He’s even talking to a GIRL still. *SOB* but so far his grades are pretty good and he’s working hard. This gives me hope for the year, which after last year is certainly needed.
The Girl loves her teacher, and is looking forward to starting to take band. Soon I shall be subjected to the practice sessions of the clarinet each and every day. Oh goody! *L*It’s something she wants to do though, So i’m all for it. I’m going to invest in ear plugs though. *L*
As for me – well, things are the same. Kinda normal, kinda stressed, kinda waiting to get done with my classes. 2.5 weeks left! Whoot! I began two new website design jobs last week and have been happily cavorting around in photoshop and html/css beautifulness, with the promise of a couple other jobs in the works as well. One of the current ones is actually for a nationally published magazine even! it’s brand new, and I’m working for advertising space, but it’s certainly worth it. Here’s hoping the mag takes off! It’s a local business and I think it could really be big in the long run. Here’s hoping anyway!
So anyway – I’m feeling very very VERY tired today. Not sure why – didn’t get to sleep till about 3am, got up at 7 and got the kids off to breakfast at gramma and papas, and then went back to bed. The sis woke me up at 9:30 with a phone call that I listened somewhat too… I vaguely remember it even occuring. *L* and then I dind’t wake up till noon. What’s worse is I’ve fallen asleep here in my chair no less then 3 times since then! Not sure what’s up but oy – I could still curl up and sleep right now – if I didn’t have so much blasted work to do right now.
Hrm. So. Nice and boring quick catchup with me. *L* Aren’t ya the lucky ones…
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little bit more:
So – the boy that the pup kissed the first day of school, his momma Ms. D, visited the classroom and had this to say about the pup:
[10:49] Ms. D: I had lunch with her yesterday.
[10:49] Ms. D: she is so adorable.
[10:49] Ms. D: She doesnt stop talking.
[10:49] Ms. D: shes so cute
[10:50] me: And yeah, she NEVER stops talking….
[10:50] me: sometimes cute. sometimes adorable, all the time making my ears bleed. *L*
[10:50] Ms. D: shes so cute
[10:50] Ms. D: no she is so sweet.
[10:50] Ms. D: but J referres to her as T’s friend
[10:51] Ms. D: isnt that wierd?
[10:51] me: *LMAO* that’s what sis was saying earler..
[10:51] me: T’s friend that kisses him. *L*
[10:51] Ms. D: he likes her lots but thinks of her as t’s
[10:53] Ms. D: I went to lunch the other day and she was so cute talking about her boy buglet and she was just adorable got in trouble for paying too much attention to L.
[10:53] me: *cracks up* sounds about right…
[10:53] Ms. D: saying buglet can to this and that….she was definetly the leader of the table.
[10:53] Ms. D: she is so sweet.
[10:54] Ms. D: such an adorable girl
[10:54] Ms. D: very considerate and enjoyable.
[10:54] Ms. D: really
[10:54] Me: *L* she is certainly is something I’m not surprised she’s the leader. *chuckels*
[10:55] Ms. D: much the leader of the WHOLE table.
[10:55] me: *LMAO* she does like to exert her will. *L*
[10:55] Ms. D: but in an adorable way
[10:55] Ms. D: not at all bossy or anything
[10:55] Me: that’s good… cuz she can be bossy too. *L*
[10:55] Ms. D: no it wasnt bossy just confident
[10:55] Ms. D: good girl
Yup. The Pup is taking over the school. Big surprise, eh? *L* OR at very least, takes over her table.
And yet, with all this attention on World Domination, she still has time to sneak off to Gramma and Papa’s and get a little cuddle time.
Yeah. She rules THAT house too. *LOL*
The Pup’s First Day of School!
Ok. Sure. I can do this. I’m not upset at all. Really. Honest. So my baby’s going to her first day of school. I’ve been looking forward to this! i’ve been THRILLED all along! I knew it was coming and by god I’ve been more excited then her! 6 hours of silence a day!!!
*looks around. sniffles a little bit*
sure is quiet. And not the kinda quiet where you know she’s right outside. nope. this is the quiet of SHE”S NOT HERE AND SHE”S A BIG GIRL AND SHE DON”T NEED ME NO MORE! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!
ahem. I’m fine. Really. Honest. Sure.
*sniffles*
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The above is what I wrote to a friend when I sent the pup down to papa’s for breakfast.
So she got RIGHT up this morning – popped her little head up, got dressed up and found her bag – couldn’t find her sandals so wore her tennis shoes instead, she’s always been one to be a fashion statement after all….
and then waited patiently until time to take the Girl to the bus stop, where she hopped in the car with me and we stopped by 7-11 to get me some much needed coffee, and her a small cup of hot chocolate.
Then it was off to the school. SCHOOL! my BAYBEE!
She hopped right on out of the car, talking up a storm to just about anyone who looked like they might listen. Posed for a quick picture…
She met Mr. Wiseass – erm, Wickas [associate principal when me and my sister was in High School! now the principal of the elementary school – god we hated him…. but I digress.] and he welcomed her to kindergarten, made sure she knew which way to head, and then she was dragging me down the hall to her class.
She was holding my hand the whole time. Until she saw the door of her class and she DROPPED MY HAND and RACED INSIDE.
She. dropped. my. hand.
She don’t need me no more.
That was as close as I came to actually sniffling – I wasn’t quite prepared for that, though knowing the pup, I likely should have been. *L* So anyway, I help her find her name and where to hang up her coat. I help her put her name on the “hot lunch” side of the board, and gave the money for her lunch to her teacher Mrs. B [who DIDN’T retire between the accessment of the pup and today! whoot!] And she discovered that the guinea pigs had arrived just as promised!
And then Mrs. B helped her put on her nametag…
and then after a quick hug and kiss from me, where I told her to have fun and that I was gonna go and she said “ok mom! bye!” [though she did look over her shoulder at me once….] Mrs. B took her over to the table with the other early comer to start her practicing writing her own name.
At which point I had ceased to exist. *Sniffle* So I left.
And here I sit.
In the silence.
Man – I’m so gonna go take a nap now. *L* at least until it’s time for the Nephew to take off to go to his afternoon class – his momma needs pictures, so I’m gonna run over there before he gets on the van. And then I’m gonna nap sommore, or maybe work sommore, before time to go pick up the pup and have my silence shattered by excited little voices…..
[……it’s so….very….quiet….]
*sniffle*
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Well! She looks very….
Very….
VERY…
………………..Tired. *chuckles*
But she had a great first day – got to pick out another book, got to see Timothy and Jared, got told after she greeted them happily that “ok, JessiAnna, thats enough kissing.”
Yeah. My girl. First day of kindergarten. Told not to chase down and kiss the boys. *snickersnort*
She loved her teacher, she had tacos for lunch, FINALLY got to play on the JUNGLE GYM for RECESS mom! – so all in all it was a very successful day. She talked my ears off until we got home, she could strip from her dress, and she collapsed on the couch.
Everyone – including the teacher – survived! Whoot! Success!
Oh the SHOCK!
Oh color me surprised. Not. *L*
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Ok – I’ve got to quite updating so often. My reader will start to expect it and we really can’t have that at all, now can we?
So. this is all you get. Yup. Hee. Meaningless filler entries. Whoot!
mmmmmm…. stuff.
Reason number 328934728394729384732 that I hate politicians:
It’s been said over and freaking over, and we KNOW it should be true.
The Olympics. Is Not. About. Mother. Fucking. Politics!
The Iraqui Soccar team has EVERY RIGHT to be irritated at this, and say they don’t want him using them and they’re appearance at the games as his political codpiece. I swear – if I were still teetering on the edge of who to vote for? Bush would have lost it right there. Fucking classless. Completely fucking classless. And people wonder why we’re hated as Americans? You know – if HE wanted to be the big god – why wasn’t the USA the ones who airlifted the Iraqui Olympic Team out so that they had the chance to compete? Huh? HUH? HUH? It was the Austrailians that brought them to the games, and here the fucking asswipe is taking credit for liberating a STILL WAR TORN COUNTRY. Fucker. *grrr*
Now – some say, and have good reason to, that kerry is not the better canidate. Hell, I don’t like EITHER of the fuckers. If I have my way I’ll be holding my vote for the cute black gay boi on The American Canidate. put his ass on the ballot. *smirk* I’ll vote for him before I’d vote for the other two. Fucking politics. Makes me want to RAR all over people.
Which is exactly why I don’t discuss it. Asshole tried to goad me into a discussion and I just turned him off and tuned him out until he shut up. I hate politics. hate em! It’s still just more of the cliquish cool kids running the school while the outcasts are forgotten. So fuck em all.
Bastards.
This is also why I don’t discuss my views on the “war on terror” etc. One, I’m not educated enough to debate it, I operate too much on a “gut instinct” level. Two, I’m not sure what my opinion IS some days because of it. And Three – it annoys the ever living hell outa me.
So back to my point. The Iraqui’s have earned their respect in these games by the very fact that they are HERE and COMPETING and creating they’re own cinderella story. They are the hope for their nation.
Not fucking Bush.
Grr.
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And I was gonna switch this around and point out an entry that had a very yummy picture of Walsh and May cuddling in the sand when they won the gold, but well, Crazy Tracy has it, and I can’t point you there, because she, between the time I saw it this morning, and went back to check just now, she’s passworded her site. And no one else has that particular picture! and it was SO YUMMY! but alas. THere are others – hugs and contrats and stuff between the girls after they won, but you’ll just have to find em on your own if you didn’t actually watch it. And it was quite the sweet thing to watch too! I’m happy for both the US teams that medaled – the represented us well. With bronze skin and tan lines and skimpy outfits – and athletic ability and the affection shared between players….
UPDATE!
God Bless Yahoo.
All together now. YUM!
But what really made me giggle? was the caption:
USA’s Kerri Walsh, bottom, and teammate Misty May celebrate after beating Brazil in the gold medal beach volleyball finals during the 2004 Summer Olympic Games (news – web sites) at Faliro Beach Volleyball Stadium in Athens, Tuesday, Aug. 24, 2004. (AP Photo/Adam Butler)
Hee. they said bottom. *gigglesnort*
Oh and equal opportunity! Let’s get us some boy cuddling too!
Ricardo. Rawr.
….oh how I love me some beach volleyball…..
In case you were wondering…. – Updated!
Yes. I still take pictures of my kids on the first day of school every year. Yes, I’m fully aware they will shoot me for this when they start dating and I break them out to embarass them with. MUHAHAHAHA.
Ahem.
And yes – I was up before my mom pinged me on MSN to see if I was up. She asked if the boy was – my reply? “Well. He’s dressed, and on the couch. ‘Up’ might be a stretch.” *chuckles*
My kids – as different as Night is from Day. Check it out:
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Mr. McGrumpy Pants. The saddest thing about this picture is I didn’t do anything other then bend my head towards him. He’s really that close to matching me in height. *sigh* Another couple inches and he’ll have bested me in that area. My little baby. *Sniff*
His
And then there’s this one. We’ll call her McHappyPants today as she sports the new jeans gma and papa picked out for her.
Who woke up [ON HER OWN] smiling. Who wouldn’t let me see her outfit until it was ALL TOGETHER. So much so she hid behind my desk when asking for the brush.
She actually brushed her hair.
Her outfit is perfectly coordinated from the top of her denim bandanna to the tips of her chunky heeled boots that boosted her another two inches taller.
O.M.F.G. I’m in so much trouble with this one. Oy.
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And of course, my little hellionangel, McPup, who doesn’t start school until next week. She has her accessment with her teacher today at 1pm, which makes her a little bit easier about letting the kids go off to school. Of course, I simply didn’t wake her up when I drug the boy other two out of bed.
And now? I’m back to sleep until said sleepy pup wakes up to demand her breakfast – which no matter WHAT she tells you, mom, i do TOO feed her.
Little tyrant. Heh.
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Later:
Well, the pup has given her teacher a preview of what’s to come. I wonder if she can get her retirement pushed through before monday? *L* The accessment went well. The pup is smart as the dickens, although sneaky and brattier then shit too. *shakes head* It went something like this:
Mrs. B: Ok, I’m going to say a word, and you tell me which picture fits it.
Pup: Ok.
all’s well for a while, the pup picking out the right picture over and over and over…. then. The fatal mistake.
Pup: whoops! I meant that one!
Mrs. B: That’s ok, you can change your answer if you want too.
dundunDUN…. after that it went this way.
Pup: I want this one to be furry.
Mrs. B: Well which one is really furry…
Pup: that one, but I want this one to be. I changed it.
And me? I just laaaaaaaaughed. Quietly. Because I knew after that, all bets were off.
So we move to some blocks and counting type skills.
Mrs. B: Good job counting! Now, here’s another block [shows 6 blocks] how can you divide those so that we have the same amount?
Pup: *divides* There.
Mrs. B: Good, now how do you know that’s right? Why did you divide them that way?
Pup: Because I just know.
Mrs. B: Good – but how do you know..
Pup: Because I’m just really smart!
Mrs. B:…… yes, you are, but
PUp: beCAUUUUUUUUUUUUSE onetwothreeonetwothree! sheesh!
Mrs. B: exactly right.
Me: snickering quietly and just hiding in the corner….
And so it went on and on like that, the pup doing her best to outsmart Mrs. B, and Mrs B – who deals really well with kids, but not so good with adults? actually looking at me and chuckling a bit in between activities. When she asked for any numbers, the pup would give her letters, when she asked for letters, the pup said numbers, then pointed out all the letters in her name, and then…
Mrs. B: Do you know your whole name?
Pup: JessiAnna Dove M………
Mrs. B: Good. Do you know your mom’s name?
Pup: Mom.
Mrs. B: her whole name?
Pup: Lessa
Mrs. B: What’s her last name?
Pup: I dunno. MOM!!! WHATS YOUR LAST NAME?
Me: *snickering still*
Mrs. B: Ok, well, how about your dad’s whole name.
Pup: Kevin M_____
Mrs. B: So do your mom and dad have the same last name?
Pup: Yes.
Mrs. B: and that is?
Pup: Well, dad’s is M____ but I don’t know mom’s!
Me: almost in TEARS by this time. Still hiding of course, barely containing my laughter. This is stuff I deal with EVERY DAY ALL DAY…. I can’t wait till Monday! MUAHAHAHAHH!
So she played for a little while, got to pick out her first in class library book to check out, and then we headed home. 6 more days. WHOOT!
