My Quest

I am on a one-woman quest to stimulate correct usage of the apostrophe. the poor thing is forgotten both far and wide. i was just at curriculum night at my daughter's school, and the presentation included "eagles nest", "principals award", and so on. drove me nuts. i understand that language is in a constant state of flux, and the apostrophe will probably soon go the way of the dodo bird. still. one would hope that those in charge of teaching our children would know the correct current usage.
my dilemma is, how in the world do i correct the presentation without alienating the staff and teachers at the school? maybe an anonymous submission under dead of night...

My Decrepitude Continues Apace

So, I go to the groc store today to pick up a few hoohahs, including a case of water and a backup jug of Tide. I take my purchases out to the van, open up the hatch, and what do I see? A case of water and a backup jug of Tide that I bought 3 days ago and was too lazy to carry into the house.
So, if you're thirsty, or ya got dirty clothes, come on by.

Of Selfishness and Giving In

The hubby stayed home from work today sick. As did the older daughter. At 11 am, hubby comes in and says chicken fajita nachos from Taco Cabana would make him feel better. Fine. Daughter says a meal from Whataburger would make her feel better. Double fine. I, on the other hand, don't think either of those tweo places sounds any good. So, to feed the three of us, I go
1. to Whataburger
2. to Schlotsky's
3. to Taco Cabana

all in the space of one trip for one meal. We are SO American.

Meetings

I just went to a leadership meeting at our church. This meeting was from 5 to 7 pm, and we were helping critique the church's new vision statement, and come up with an action plan, yada yada. If you're thinking that sounds really corporate, well, I thought so, too.
Anyway, they made sure that those of us with young offspring brought food for them to eat while they were in childcare. This made me assume we would be fed a meal. I was WRONG.
Cookies and nuts. 5-7 pm is prime dinner time around my house, and we eat more than cookies and nuts, I can tell you.

The Reason for School

Not to sound like my friend Mr. Lightbulb, but apparently the reason our kids go to school these days is to learn how to RAISE MONEY. They sell Entertainment Books, they sell gift wrap paper, they sell cookie dough, they sell food....
True bit of dialogue heard from the back seat of the van:
DD#1: So, I want to sell enough that I get an alarm that tell people to stay out of my room. It says "intruder alert!" if someone goes into my room. That would make you stay out of my room, wouldn't it?
DD#2: No.

Purses

I have always, since the age of 16, carried a large purse. I love large purses. You can carry so much stuff in them. Makeup bag, wallet, checkbook, anything your kids don't want to carry, food, water bottle, you name it.
Of course, the problem with a large purse is that you can carry so much stuff in them. And then you can't FIND anything. I can't tell you the number of times I have SWORN I have lost my keys when in fact they were there in my purse all the time.
I don't understand those women who carry a small purse. I mean, where do they keep the rest of their stuff?

Of Old Age and ....uh....I Can't Remember

It's official: I am now Old. Having achieved the fine old age of forty-mumble years a couple of months ago, my decrepitude has now achieved the state where I NEED READING GLASSES. Are you kidding me? Me? Me, in whom that youthful state of rebellion and sarcasm continues unabated? Surely not. Sigh. I thought I would be spared. But no.
However, I have not sunk so far that I got a pair of run-of-the-mill reading glasses, available at your corner Walmart. No. I have a fabulous pair of violet and aqua ones. And I look hot in them, too. So my faithful hubby says.
I'm hoping someone has made some Harry Potter style reading glasses. I think that would be hysterical. Then I could get a lightning bolt tattoo on my forehead. I wonder if they'd still let me teach Sunday School?

home again home again

drove back to houston today, after a week in kansas visiting my family. it was fun, but really, really hot. as opposed to houston, which is ... never mind.
the trip to wichita takes ten hours. i usually while away the time by listening to books on tape. the children watch movies on their headphones. it is fabulous. every now and then i turn the movie off and say, 'look around! isn't the scenery cool?" to which they reply, "yes, mommy, very cool. please turn the movie back on."
i now get to wash all of the clothes we took with us and put everything away.
school starts for DD6 on wednesday. it snuck up on me, the beginning of school. i am not ready. we have had fun this summer, and i'm not ready for the drill sargeant routine of most school mornings. i like it when we can all sleep late. DD6 the other day said, "i wish i was home schooled," which took me by surprise. i asked her if she'd miss her friends, and she said her stuffed animals could be the other students...

home sweet home

i'm here at my parents' house for a week, where the motto is "Of course you can." Cookies for breakfast? Three desserts? Sure!
I always bring my exercise clothes with me here. I don't know why. they just sit unused and unwanted in a corner while I revert to adolescence and drink cokes and eat chips and dip.

on going out of town and other crises

the princesses and i are due to leave town in a few days to visit my family. and i am consumed by a sense of doom. i know i'll forget to bring something. or i'll forget to cancel the newspaper, or pay a bill. something.

i am the block captain for my street. my street has 40 houses on it. i know about 3 of the people. so last night i went around and passed out flyers for the national night out. the block captain coordinator wanted me and the other block captains to get everyone's email address so we could contact people in case of emergencies and so on. to which i reply, Ha Ha. How would you feel if a complete stranger came to your door and wanted your email address? I wouldn't give it out. so, i just looked up everyone's phone number and called it good.

so, i have to amend my previous post. i have decided i don't care who wins Rock Star Supernova. I don't care about the contestants, as they all seem different versions of the same tattooed and pierced person to me. No MiG this year. And i don't care about the band. Gilby who? so, the percentages have skewed a bit, as i am trying Eureka and Dead Like Me on the Sci Fi channel, both of which are scripted. Eureka seems a little dry at this point, so it's iffy.