Saturday, September 27, 2008
The most valuable bit of education I got was while reading this post about bras. As has been established here on my blog, I believe in good support for the sisters. So, when this word Wacoal popped up I had to find out what it was. Hallelujah! I am so glad I did. I've got one coming my way via UPS next week! I can't wait.
The internets are full of information people!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I did learn a few things:
- I don't think I could make it through a whole day of Junior High again. 30 minute class times on this special schedule were just about all I could take. I came home and took a nap.
- Junior High gives me a headache.
- There is a huge range of boys in the 7th grade; those who wear too much cologne, those who don't shower, those who look like they should be in 2nd grade and those who look like they should be in 12th grade.
- Some Junior High boys are not afraid to say sexist remarks to girls right in front of their moms.
- When did the teachers get so young? When I was in Junior High, all of my teachers were ancient.
At least I did not have a repeat of last year. Junior High is embarrassing enough!
Monday, September 22, 2008
It is a documentary about a choir of senior citizens (the average age is 80) from Massachusetts. They have traveled the world doing shows. They sing rock songs from The Talking Heads, The Clash and James Brown to name a few.
I laughed and I cried. My favorite part was when a former choir member who left after having a heart attack, returned and sang "Fix You" from Coldplay at one of their shows. I bawled my eyes out. He reminded me a lot of my dad.
Do yourself a favor and rent it.
I can't get the trailer to load here on the blog, but you can go here and watch it.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
We closed on this house in the evening of September 10th, 2001. We slept here that night on new beds we had delivered on that date. We woke up early on September 11th, 2001 so that we could enroll the three older kids in their new school and then get busy unpacking our moving truck.
While I was in the school office, parents were coming in hysterical and pulling their kids out of school. I had no idea what was going on. My kids teachers had already taken my kids to their classes but other teachers were coming up to the office asking the principal if they should tell the kids what had happened. I kept asking myself "what has happened?" but I had a nursing baby that I needed to get back to so I left. While I was driving home, my sister called me and told me that our country was being attacked and that I needed to get to a TV right away.
I called home and told Alan to unload one of our TVs and get it plugged in. When I got home we sat on the stairs (no furniture) and watched the news with tears streaming down our faces. We didn't unpack anything that day and when I had to go pick up the kids from school I tried to explain to them what had happened. I think that seven years later they are finally understanding what really happened that day.
That day I talked to everyone in my extended family and told them that I loved them. That day I prayed and prayed and prayed. That day I really understood what "terrorists" were and why they are called that. That day as I watched my husband play with our kids I cried for all of the kids whose daddies wouldn't come home. That day I realized that in the eternal scheme of things, a brand new home isn't all that important.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I think it is hilarious but I don't work in a cubicle. I think that is the aim of most of these kinds of things. I am a stay at home Mom so when funny things pop up on my computer it is okay. No one is going to look at me and wonder why I am playing 80s music really loud at my desk. Good thing, because I do that all of the time.
Someone with a lot of time on their hands made this video in the Rick Rolling spirit. I had to share.