Reading makes smart kids…
…sometimes.
I adore my daughter, I really do – partly because she amuses the hell outa me. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but that child, that child is the sunshine in my day. She’s sassy and snarky and off the wall and down to earth and all around lovely.
And blond. Did I mention blond?
I know, I know, stereotypes, not all blonds are dumb and mine certainly isn’t – she’s INCREDIBLY bright – just, sometimes… sometimes I have to wonder about her as she has an attack of blonditis, or maybe it’s just teenagerbrain. Either way, I hope its not lethal!
Take tonight, for instance. She waited behind me while I finished up some typing, then asked me to explain something to her. She’s been reading a series of books, and just picked up book three. While reading the bookflap, she got confused. You see, it reminded the reader that they’ve been at war for months, starting in January, and now it’s July…
The Girl: But mom – the war started in the SUMMER, and now it’s WINTER, so I don’t understand… how can it be July and winter at the same time?
Me: (pause, try to remember what she told me of the series, try not to laugh out loud half a second later) Um, kiddo? Aren’t they in Australia?
The Girl: Yeah, but I don’t get wh…
Me: Australia is on the other side of the equator, darlin. They’re winter is our summer, and vice versa. They have the same months of the year, just backwards seasons… right?
The Girl: Oooooooooh. Yeah. I knew that. Um. Never mind. I was never here. I’ve been in bed this WHOLE TIME. Night mom!
And off she ran for the remainder of her reading time before falling asleep. I adore that kid, blond roots and all.
Happy Monday!
I am determined that this week’s Monday will be MUCH better than last weeks. Despite the fact that it’s 3:30am, and I’m here, awake, still, waiting for my son to come home from his vacation with his BFF in Seattle. He called shortly before midnight to let me know they had just gotten off the flight in Anchorage and would be driving the rest of the way. I’m not sure if he’s going just to the BFFs house, or actually coming all the way home, and am waiting for either him, or a text message, letting me know for sure.
And, ya know, I missed my baby boy! But don’t tell him that – it’d embarrass him. On second thought, tell him, and use that “awwwwwww!” voice too!
Anyway, while I was waiting, I thought I’d let you know about the upcoming event at The League. Holly first told us about The League before their previous event in September, when they and their ONE DAY servathon, and now their gearing up for their next great opportunity, The DRIVE – the largest student-run food and clothing drive.
During The DRIVE, the students wil identify the need, then be instrumental in creating and implementing a plan to address the issues as related to poverty, hunger and homelessness in their own community. Together, they can organize a collection of items needed by the organization of their choice, items like food, clothing, toys, whatever is needed to help the families in their area cope with the upcoming winter days and holidays. It’s a great way to get your teens involved in helping others, and having some fun too!
If you’d like to support The LEAGUE for this event, The DRIVE starts on November 5th, and runs through November 26th. You can get more information at The LEAGUE website, as well as information on other events as well. As someone who has been one of those in need of a little help now and again, I strive to give back every time I can – and The LEAGUE is a great way for our kids, across the Nation, to band together and help others in the same situation! So check it out today, and tell Holly I sent ya!
The bravest girl, EVER.
I would like to introduce you to one of the bravest girls I’ve ever known.
This is CC. I’ve talked about her here a few times before, but I’ve never given her name or her picture, so I’ll let ya’ll decide if you recognize her. She’s a lovely girl, and despite the arguments she gets into with other lovely girls that I’ve claimed as my own, she remains one of my favorite kids. Yes, I know. I tell them they’re all my favorites. That’s not the point.
POINT is, that I like it when she comes around – for many reasons, but also? She makes me laugh. From general chitchat, to trying to play “Mindtrap” (a game of stupid trick questions, that always seem to manage to trick her, much to our amusement) to simply hanging out – she’s one of the more fun kiddos to have around.
And currently, the bravest.
You see, my boys – my son and his friends – all went on vacation with Z. I know, I thought I was crazy, until Z’s mom invited the other boys to join them on a trip out of state! She clearly wears the crazy crown! They’ve been gone for a while, and despite the nagging I did before they left, the ManSpace – aka, The Boy’s room – is a disaster. I’m scared to go in there. Really scared. Things move out there, that shouldn’t move! And don’t even get me started on the stench…
But not CC, though! Oh no. She spent the day with us yesterday, and WILLINGLY and RANDOMLY said “I”m gonna clean the ManSpace.”
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
We begged her not too, we pleaded with her (SHES TOO YOUNG TO DIE!) but her mind was made up! She would at least put a dent in the disaster! She grabbed a couple garbage bags, and headed out to the ManSpace while we watched, fearful for her life, from the safety of the living room. All was well for a while, and we began to relax… then…
then…
The scream. She came hauling ass back inside, squealing and gagging and doing a jitterbug dance of the “GET IT OFF GET IT OFF OMG GROSS WTF GET IT OFF” variety. When we finally got her to tell us what she discovered, we all gagged appropriately, and assured her that we could just shut the door, and let the boys have at it when they got home. After all, it’s THEIR stench! We fed her dinner, gave her points for bravery, watched reality tv, and relaxed, forgetting what awaits the boys out in the manspace – forcing the memory from our minds with a gentle rain of Pushing Daisies, and Top Design.
Did YOU know Orange Juice could curdle?! Neither did we!
And she tipped. it. over.
Exactly.
Poor girl is likely scarred for life… but it DOES explain the smell…
The bravest girl, EVER.
I would like to introduce you to one of the bravest girls I’ve ever known.
This is CC. I’ve talked about her here a few times before, but I’ve never given her name or her picture, so I’ll let ya’ll decide if you recognize her. She’s a lovely girl, and despite the arguments she gets into with other lovely girls that I’ve claimed as my own, she remains one of my favorite kids. Yes, I know. I tell them they’re all my favorites. That’s not the point.
POINT is, that I like it when she comes around – for many reasons, but also? She makes me laugh. From general chitchat, to trying to play “Mindtrap” (a game of stupid trick questions, that always seem to manage to trick her, much to our amusement) to simply hanging out – she’s one of the more fun kiddos to have around.
And currently, the bravest.
You see, my boys – my son and his friends – all went on vacation with Z. I know, I thought I was crazy, until Z’s mom invited the other boys to join them on a trip out of state! She clearly wears the crazy crown! They’ve been gone for a while, and despite the nagging I did before they left, the ManSpace – aka, The Boy’s room – is a disaster. I’m scared to go in there. Really scared. Things move out there, that shouldn’t move! And don’t even get me started on the stench…
But not CC, though! Oh no. She spent the day with us yesterday, and WILLINGLY and RANDOMLY said “I”m gonna clean the ManSpace.”
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
We begged her not too, we pleaded with her (SHES TOO YOUNG TO DIE!) but her mind was made up! She would at least put a dent in the disaster! She grabbed a couple garbage bags, and headed out to the ManSpace while we watched, fearful for her life, from the safety of the living room. All was well for a while, and we began to relax… then…
then…
The scream. She came hauling ass back inside, squealing and gagging and doing a jitterbug dance of the “GET IT OFF GET IT OFF OMG GROSS WTF GET IT OFF” variety. When we finally got her to tell us what she discovered, we all gagged appropriately, and assured her that we could just shut the door, and let the boys have at it when they got home. After all, it’s THEIR stench! We fed her dinner, gave her points for bravery, watched reality tv, and relaxed, forgetting what awaits the boys out in the manspace – forcing the memory from our minds with a gentle rain of Pushing Daisies, and Top Design.
Did YOU know Orange Juice could curdle?! Neither did we!
And she tipped. it. over.
Exactly.
Poor girl is likely scarred for life… but it DOES explain the smell…
