Sunday, January 24, 2010

Earplugs anyone?

B started the recorder a couple of weeks ago.

They are supposed to practice 90 minutes a week.

Someone forgot.

Today we got 90 minutes of lovely recorder music.

Three 30 minute sessions.

I would have let him skip, but his teacher makes us sign a paper that they did it and I just can not blatantly lie for my child.

We are getting very close on the basement. We are about 80% done with the sanding.

One room to go.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

We made it home, just barely

G had an eye dr.'s appointment this morning in the big city. We got there a tad bit early so we we sat in the parking ramp with the car running, so environmentally conscious, watching the exhaust blow past the front window. I decided to shut the car off and save gas and the environment. Only the exhaust didn't stop coming. Why you ask? It wasn't exhaust. Yes, my car was a smokin.
So I did what every other helpless woman like me does. I called the EB. Okay I did open the hood and look under the car, but what do I know. G's appointment was going to be anywhere from 2-4 hours, so I thought that would give it time to cool down.

Appointment got over in about an hour. Really. They never get done early. I needed more time for the car to cool down. We headed to the ramp. Prayed to that wonderful God and started the car. We did make it home and I took G to school. EB had called the dealership and made an appointment. So a couple of hours later I took the car in. It is 1.5 miles to the dealership. When he came to tell me what was wrong with my car, he said it was a miracle I made it the 1.5 miles from my house. No, the miracle was God getting me and G back to our house safe and sound.

Diagnosis. One very cracked and busted radiator. $844. Did you know that if you have rear heat in your minivan that it costs a ton more to get your radiator fixed. Now you know.

BTW G is just fine. They had dilated her eyes at the drs office and when I went to check on her at school, she was wearing he teachers shades. Apparently the sun at recess was just to much for her.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Playing catch-up

Wow! I just realized I posted, all of, once last month and only twice the two months prior. Let's see if I can manage 3 posts this month. I had better hurry, this month is half over.

Back to working on the yearbook again. This time I have help. They do seem a bit technically challenged, both with experience and DIAL-UP! We are meeting at school tomorrow to use the high speed internet connection in the library. All three of us are pretty tall, so we should look hysterical sitting at the little computer desks. I tried to get a bunch of mine done tonight that way I can help the TC ladies tomorrow. I was talking to one of the 5th grade teachers today, while we waited for the dawdlers to come back from the bathroom, and she proceeded to go on and on about how wonderful B is. For the most part, I know that, but it sure does make a momma proud to know all of the 5th grade teachers think he is just wonderful and so respectful.

I don't know why I don't hear that about Z.

Still working on the basement. Down to sanding the drywall mud and painting. Of course, we should probably put a door on the bathroom, but why bother. Seriously, I can shut both the door to my bedroom and the bathroom door and they still come in.

I have been back on the treadmill and enjoying all sorts of one word titled movies over that past week. I am sure that is horrible grammar, but who cares. I never manage to see the whole movie. I could watch High School Musical 3 every hour on the hour, but I can't find any of these movies again so I can see the other half. I would like to DVR them. Of course I can't remember the names, but I know that if I saw them again I would recognize them. Three of the movies were on the Sundance channel, two with subtitles. That is a bit tricky when you are on the treadmill.

Lastly, G has told me three times, in the past week, that I am embarrassing her. As I was getting ready to take them to school this morning she says to me, "Mom are you going to do something with your hair before you come take pictures at school? That is kind of embarrassing, you know."

YES! I am an embarrassment to my children.