Friday, August 22, 2014

The Blogmopolitan Quiz

Two Thirds Hazel posted part three of her Blogmopolitan Quiz (like a month ago), and I thought I'd play along! 


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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Ugh. Girls.

In case you were thinking that BK was my only problem child, Bug has her share of problems, too. She doesn't get in to trouble much anymore, but she's definitely not short on drama.

Here is the story, told to me by Bug, so there are perhaps a few embellishments...

 Every Wednesday is a minimum day at school, but since I still pick the kids up at the same time, it just means that they have a longer day in the after school program. So every Wednesday, the after school program has enrichments that the kids sign up for: cooking, drama, sports, etc.

So last Wednesday, Tony, her very good friend (and maybe more), told Bug that he was going to pick dance as his enrichment, and he wanted Bug to sign up, too. That was fine with her, so she signed up. But then when she got to the dance class, Tony spent all his time talking to and dancing with another girl, Callie. The nerve of him!

Bug tried to be diplomatic, and said, "We're all friends, let's all dance together," but Tony and Callie were connected at the hip, with no room for a third party. Bug ran off to the bathroom to cry.

[Bug maintains that no one saw her cry, but BK told me that day as soon he came home, "Bug was crying today." I told Bug that it's safe to assume that if a kindergartner knows you were crying, the whole school knows, but Bug insists that BK only knew because he's her brother and he knows her better than anyone. Sweetness.] 

When Bug was done crying, she rejoined the dance class, but her heart wasn't in it, and mostly spent the whole time pouting.

Another friend (and maybe more) of hers, David, entered the room, saw that Bug was pouting by herself, and sat by her and started talking to her. So Callie (the future homewrecker!) called out, "Oh, David! Come dance with us!" And David said something to the effect of no, I'm cool right here next to Bug. So Callie got a little pouty herself and said something like, "whose side are you on, anyway?"

David, ever the loyalist, said, "I don't know what happened, but Bug is upset, so I guess I'm on Bug's side."

Callie got upset, and ran into the bathroom to do her own crying. Bug followed her, and found Callie locked in a stall.

"Callie, c'mon out," Bug called.

"No! I have no friends! My life is OVER!" Callie cried.

"You're being silly. We're all friends. Come out."

Callie cautiously came out, tears still running down her face.

"Wow," Bug said. "You're really brave. I was just in here crying, and I refused to come out until I was done. You're much braver than I am. And isn't it silly that we're both crying over boys? You know what my mom always says? Girls rule and Boys drool!"

Callie laughed at that, the two girls hugged it out, and then ran back to inform both Tony and David exactly how much they drool.

Ugh. Girls.

Bug and her two friends (and maybe more) the end of year swim party. They are the same age. Bug is freakishly tall.



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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Ugh. Boys.

Ugh. BK is having a tough time in kindergarten.

I received a phone call from the teacher on Thursday, asking if I could meet with her on Friday after work. Great. Way to go, BK. It's only the second week, and we're already getting called in by the teacher.

So, I met with the teacher. She's a very nice lady. So tiny! She could fit in my pocket. But this is the story she told me. A boy who sits near BK had received a blue m&m for doing something well during the day, and it was on his desk. The boy got up to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, the m&m was gone.

What happened to the m&m? The whole class got involved in looking for it. Did it roll on to the floor? Under the table? Did somebody take it?

Everyone in the class denied having anything to do with the missing m&m. And then the teacher asked BK, "Do you know anything about the missing m&m?"

BK looked at the teacher, and with a bit a chocolate in the corner of his mouth and blue coloring on his cheek, said, "no."

"BK," the teacher said, "Did you take the m&m?"

"No."

BK was told to sit outside on the bench while he thought about it, to see if maybe he could remember something. His answer was still no. He had to talk to another teacher, then the vice principal, and then the REAL principal. "Did you take the m&m?"

No.

And no one even handed him a mirror so he could wipe the evidence off his face.

Finally, an hour and a half later, BK admitted that he had taken the m&m, and he had to sit out of recess as punishment. The teacher wanted me to know, not because she wanted me to give him another punishment (really, having to talk to all those people was probably punishment enough), but because the kid is so freakin' stubborn and strong willed that he wasted 90 minutes, when he could have been learning.

And he needs all the help he can get. Everyone in the class was given a piece of paper with their name on it, and they were told to trace and color their names.

This is BK's:

The black crayon is his.... I doctored it some

I KNOW he can trace. I KNOW he can color. He just couldn't be bothered.

I asked the teacher if she could print out another page and give it to him, and he can work on it at home. I want him to learn that if he doesn't do something right the first time, he's just going to to have to do it again, and it will take even longer.

Ugh. Boys.




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Monday, August 18, 2014

weekend update

My weeks are going by so fast and my weekends are so packed that I don't even feel like I have time to rest! The week was pretty good-- went to the gym every morning (M-F), but I was PMS-ing like crazy and eating every carb  I could get my hands on, so I still didn't lose weight. Oh well.

On Friday night, The Agent took Bug camping. I couldn't go because I had an appointment on Saturday and BK couldn't go because he had gotten in trouble during the week (whole other drama that deserves its own post-- I'll try to write about it tomorrow). So while The Agent and Bug were out on the the boat and swimming in the lake, and I had to meet with BK's teacher. Bleck!

After that nastiness was out of the way, BK and I had dinner and then I decided that we were going to clean out the play room, since it was a straight disaster. We were in there for maybe 5 minutes and then BK said, "I'm pretty tired." I thought he was just trying to get out of cleaning up, so I said, "Well, if you're tired, you can go to bed if you want." He went right to bed and was asleep within 2 minutes! It wasn't even 7 pm! Poor Baby, kindergarten has been a hard transition for him.

On Saturday, BK and I got up to go to our appointment: Saturday School. At our charter school, part of the requirement is to attend two Saturday schools a year. The first Saturday school is always like a back to school session, where the parents go to the classrooms and hear from the teachers about what's in store for the year. The kids are supposed to go too, but they're not allowed in the classrooms, they have to play outside and get in to trouble while the parents and teachers are inside, so there's really no point in the kds going. So Bug ditched and I left BK crying while I went to my two class meetings.

After Saturday school, we got to join The Agent and Bug at the campground. Can I just say how much I REALLY didn't want to go? Sheesh. We had never gone camping there before, but I knew the area. It was hot and dry and dusty, with no shade. I wasn't looking forward to it. But the kids had fun and there was plenty of alcohol to help me through it, so I was able to persevere. Plus, how can it be a bad weekend when you see how much fun this little miss is having:


On Sunday morning, after breakfast and another swim in the lake and one more boat ride, Bug and I came home and did our weekly grocery shopping, with The Agent and BK following in the trailer a couple hours later.  By 5 pm, both kids were tired and grumpy, I was hot and sunburned, and The Agent was asleep on the couch! Ah, such is the ending to most of our busy weekends!

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

It Rocks to Live Here

I live in California, which is pretty much the most awesomest state ever. I know that people who don't live here  think that we're all blonde surfers, and we all live on beach front property, next door to movie stars. That's not true. I do not live on the beach, or next to a movie star, I'm not blonde, and I've never surfed before.

Still, there's a lot of reasons to be excited to live in California. Allow me to elaborate....

* We have fresh fruits and vegetables all year long. I didn't know this was a big deal until I met someone from out of state who couldn't understand why our stores were still filled with produce in the middle of February. Apparently, some of you just have empty produce sections in the winter? This is a foreign concept to me. How do make fruit salad in the winter? Do you have to use (gasp!) CANNED fruit?????

* We have the BEST cheese. I know Wisconsin is known for their cheese, but have you ever had real California cheese? It's scrumdilicious!

Happy cows come from California
* Everything is two hours away or less. What do you want to do? Go to the City? The Beach? Skiing in the mountains? Swimming in ocean? Yosemite? San Francisco? Lake Tahoe? All two hours away from me. Let's take a day trip.

* We have Disneyland. Sure, you might live in Florida, next to Disney World. I've been to both. Disneyland is better. I know, you might disagree. Yes, Disney World is  bigger. But Disneyland is more intimate... and you don't have to take a 30 minute bus ride to get to the next park.


* We are culturally diverse. This is another thing that I took for granted growing up. I have a friend who grew up in Iowa who said she had never seen a black person, other than on tv, until she was in college. I don't know, maybe she was living in some kind of children of the corn community. But every school and every community is a melting pot in California.

* Two of our governors have been famous actors. Ronald Reagan and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Sonny Bono was a mayor and a congressman, and Clint Eastwood was a mayor, too. Probably a bunch of others that I don't know about!

"I wasn't famous enough starring in movies, so I think I'll run the country for awhile...."
* It's hot here! For a girl who loves the water, this is essential. I think it would be a deal breaker if it never got above 75 degrees.

* My family lives here. I love that if I want to see my parents, it's only a 40 minute drive away.

* It's all I know. I'm 40 years old, and I've lived here all my life! I can't imagine ever living anywhere else!

What do you love about the state you live in? I want to hear all about it!


Mama’s Losin’ It



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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Overwhelmed

"Hey, Babe.... Did you hear that Robin Williams died?" I asked over dinner on Monday.

"He didn't die, he killed himself," The Agent answered.

"Well.... isn't that the same?"

"No."

"Well, at any rate, I think it's so sad. I mean, it would be terrible, no matter how he died. But to think that he thought life was so terrible that he thought this was the only way out.... I wish he could have gotten the help he needed." I was very much a fan of Robin Williams.

"He was overwhelmed," The  Agent said bluntly.

"Overwhelmed? Why do you think that?"

"When I was 15, I had a dream. I was standing at a lake, with a teaspoon in my hand. I had to drain the lake with the teaspoon, and I remember being so overwhelmed by the task. When I woke up, I still had such a feeling of being overwhelmed. I wanted to do anything to stop that feeling. And the only thing I could think of to stop that feeling was to go to the kitchen and grab a steak knife. I had to use every ounce of control I had not to walk in to the kitchen. If I did, if I allowed myself to walk in there, I knew I would seriously injure, or even kill, myself."

I was shocked. "Babe.... wow. Do you still feel like that? Do we need to get you in to therapy? I can't lose you."

The Agent shook his head and smiled. "Nah, that was just me being 15. That happens to every teenager, right?"

ummm.... no.




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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

She's too young for this... or I'm too old

Sigh. My Bug is going to give me a heart attack.

While not a tom boy, Bug has always chosen boys over girls as friends. They've always been just friends, completely innocent. So I really wasn't surprised when I enrolled her in a summer day camp and her best friend there was a 9 year old boy. I never actually met the boy (I drop off before he got there and I pick up after he had already left), but Bug's description was "he wears glasses, and his skin is just slightly darker than mine. And he's a better dancer than Luke from Jessie." Not really telling me a whole lot.

So, anyway, I didn't think much about her new friendship, until the last week. The camp took a field trip to the local ice skating rink, and when I picked her up that afternoon, Bug had a big cheesy grin on her face.

"Mom! We went ice skating, and guess what? Trevor held my hand the whole time!"

Wait.... What?

"He held my hand so I wouldn't fall, and one time, when I started to fall, he told me, 'don't look down. Just look into my eyes.' So I did and it worked! I had the best time!"

Dude.... she's 8.
Rule For Dating My Daughter: Sticker (Rectangle)

I suddenly don't like this boy.


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