Yep, we send the girl to private school. Because, apparently, I'm made of money. What kind of uniform does she wear?
I know, you think I'm kidding. But here is a picture of her at school. See?
So today is dress like a superhero day, and they have a school rally. I will be doing "yard duty" (watching the kids at lunch) today too. Nothing like watching a bunch of Kindergartners dressed as superheros after they get a dose of sugar. I'm sure they will be under control. And maybe I'll win the lottery.
Is this how the global warming hysteria has manifested itself? Sever weather warning. Look carefully at the forecast. No flooding, tornadoes, or even high wind. It's getting warm. For one day. Quick! to the fallout shelter!
..except for some outlet covers, a toilet paper holder, and a rug. Anyway, I went with the frame less glass because.... well, because. It was more expensive, but the recession has brought down prices considerably. I figured I would regret not getting it later.
You know there is a hillbilly on every street. Here is one hint how to find them:
In a comical plumbing repair incident.. well, how to describe this? The connection between the PVC main and the house copper cracked causing a torrent of water. So an expandable compression fitting was brought in. The problem is that our street pressure is ridiculous (like 120 psi) so the compression fitting would expand to it's maximum length. What to do? I know, how about putting a big rock and a bucket full of broken tile on it?
So as most of you know (except for ailec.. Hi, by the way) mama bear is out of the country on a church mission (hint hint ailec) I would think most people would be smart enough not to entrust me with two kids, for a week, by myself. Well, I married for the money, not the brains. Anyway, the boy misses his mom. He doesn't so much say so as just being crabby all the time. I went in the other day to wake him up and said "Good morning!" He scowled at me and said. "No! It's a bad morning!" And things went downhill from there.
The good news of the week is as of tonight the Penguins are up 2-0 over the Flyers.
And for a totally unrelated to my life but nonetheless hilarious video:
Some kids grew up wanting to be atronauts, or spies, or in the special forces. I wanted to upload videos of bathroom remodeling. Just say it out loud: "noche travertine".
Goal achieved. What else can I hope to accomplish in this life?
I'm sure this will only add to my siblings new world order/UFO/mind control/conspiracy theory about vaccinations. She's had both sets of the chickenpox vaccinations and yet...
Is there any good news from this? It is "atypical" chicken pox if it's any consolation. It's going to be so fun while mama-bear is away on the mission with our church.
Anyhoo, on a totally different note, here is my favorite sports headline of the year:
I bought 45 pieces of 18"x18" polished noche travertine for the shower. (I know, it sounds all fancy-ish, doesn't it?)
Guess which six pieces are significantly lighter than the rest? (note - the floor is unpolished, lighter travertine by design)
So frustrating. Especially since I really like the way the everything else looked right up until those tile were put in. Allegedly the tile guys will be here on Saturday to replace the tiles with the new ones I picked up today.
The difference between girls and boys. When the girl was in soccer, and basketball, she would skip down the field, twirl in circles, catch rain on her tongue, and generally do her own thing.
Boy, on the other hand, was making sure no one ran faster than him during practice. When he stopped for a water break we said "good job - you did a good job running." He said "yeah, I'm fast. I beat everyone!"
fat dad: "What are you guys doing in there?" brain damaged kids: "we are reading." fat dad: "Why are you under the covers?" brain damaged kids: "We're not, it's a spaceship."
