Archive for January, 2011

I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt, Too Sexy

About a week ago my April competed at an Art UIL competition in our local school district.  Each contestant had to identify a certain number of art pieces by title and artist and then take a multiple question test.  Both events were timed.  April is amazingly gifted when it comes to art.  Seriously amazing!  Maybe one of these days I’ll get some of her work posted here.  Anyway, only the top 6 participants were chosen as medalists.  Your’s truly came in at number 5 for the entire district.  Just look at all those kids in the background.  There were tons of them.   Little bitty 6th grader girl beat out big bad 7th and 8th graders in her first ever academic competition.  Could I possibly be any prouder?  Uh, that would be a negative.   

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January 24, 2011 at 9:58 pm 1 comment

Once Upon A Time

There was a boy child born.  He was his mother’s first born, and was more precious than anything to her.  The mother nurtured, adored, and loved the child as he grew; giving him everything he ever wanted or needed.  In turn he was a good child, a boy scout, and a straight A student.  He attended church regularly and was considered a leader among his teachers and peers.  The boy child discovered music and a passion developed.  He practiced and played his soulful saxophone music and made his mother proud.  Everyone absolutely loved and adored the boy child.

Then the “change” happened.  The indecisions, the pimples, the stink of puberty.  The mother was horrified that her child was no more but after a year or two of hormone hell things fell back into place and she found that her precious boy was still there only taller, with sideburns, a deeper voice, and big boy hair.  And so it came to pass that the inevitable occurred.  The now boy teenager lied to his mother.  LIED….to his mother…….  It was just a little white lie really, not too bad at all, tiny sort of, but a lie none the less.  You see, when he should have been in tutorials studying before school he was really studying in the hallway with friends.  Really?  Studying in the hallway?  Just how much studying went on the mother will never know and if she had not heard it straight from the teacher’s lips that he really was studying she would never have believed it.  After several days of weeping and much carrying on the mother was finally able to calm down long enough to make a rational decision as to what to do about the situation.  She realized that putting him to the curb in a cardboard box really was not what she wanted to do and that grounding him for the rest of his life only meant more work for her so she settled on 3 weeks of hard time.  No communication devices, no game systems, no parties, no nothing but home and school.  In exchange the boy child joyfully agreed to never ever lie to his mother again and promised to bring home straight A’s and B’s on his next progress report.

And so peace and harmony returned to the home.  The mother hoped and prayed that the girl child was paying attention to all of this for her fear is that one day soon puberty will raise its ugly head once more and claim her baby girl as well.  The mother knows it is coming and so she prepares for the ultimate of all battles with that one.

Now to her boy child let this be a warning.  The mother was NOT born last night.  In fact she was not even born AT night.  She’s older than you and wiser than you and will be watching you. The rose colored glasses are off.  Game on little boy.  Game on.

Love you –

Mommy

January 11, 2011 at 3:37 pm 2 comments

Hello 2011!

Nothing personal 2010 but so long, baby.  Out with the old and in with the new and all that neat jazz.  2010 was rough.  Really, really, really rough!  As I sat and thought about what I wanted different this next year my answer was almost everything.   Then I wondered where to start and the very next thought that popped into my head was my attitude and expectations.  I swear it was like a sign from above or something.  I mean, have I really been expecting nice things, or merely bracing myself for the bad, waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I must admit I’ve been hanging out a little too much in the doom and gloom camp lately.  It took a couple of days to get my brain around this and to start to work on change from within.   SO it is with a positive attitude and expectation of great and wonderful things that I welcome in this new year.  After all, I’m employed and have beautiful kids.   We’re all healthy, have a roof over our heads and kibble in the kitchen!  I’ve got my friends and my knitting and life is great and getting better all the time.

My first knits of the new year:

Happy Birthday Dad.

January 5, 2011 at 5:11 pm 2 comments


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