Archive for August, 2011

It has been a long week. Having only one vehicle made for lots of time in the van on days I needed it and we would have to take J to work and pick him up.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings the girls and I spent working at school getting ready for class to start in a little over a week. My lead teacher and I got lots done but I still feel like we have a ways to go. Orientation is on Thursday and we will get to meet our new classes.

Wednesday night we had a BBQ at church for our Wednesday night programs. The girls had fun playing on all the new stuff. I helped with one of the bounce houses. They are very popular. Kids got upset when I made them wait. The bigger kids got upset when they had to wait for the littler kids but I made sure everyone got to go. That is until we had to stop right as several new people showed up. I felt bad turning them away.

Thursday the girls and I went to Hobby Lobby and picked up half off ribbon. I have a ribbon addiction. I love ribbon. Then I found out the I got the wrong one for Little Misses costume so we went back on Friday and picked up some corduroy for some new dresses as well. Then we had to do some shopping at Target, that’s always tiring when you have children in tow.

We spent most of Saturday and today at home but I still feel wiped. Here’s hoping that I get enough sleep that I don’t snooze during the staff meeting tomorrow. Or drool. Drooling with be bad.

~Mama

P.S. I am still working on pictures from our trip. I REALLY hope to get them done soon.

Sorry for my absence. The first weekend I was busy packing and last weekend I was still out of town. The last few weeks have been busy and were a lot of fun until Thursday. Thursday there was a storm. J was late coming home from work and got stuck in said storm were the car got pummeled by hail. Today we found out that the insurance wants to total the car. That’s two cars in three months. UGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just had to get that out. Hopefully I will soon post some happy stuff. I have several post planned but school is starting soon so it might be a bit.

~Mama

Today as I was driving around town with my girls I was listening the radio. I have it on a station that is “80s. 90s, Now” and it brought back so many fond memories as I was listening to 80s at Noon.

I am a child of the 80s. Most people would probably say that I am a child of the 90′s since that’s when I had my “formative” years. I was born in ’81, I like to think it was a pretty good year. Yes, Regan entered office that year but let’s see what else… Sandra Day O’Conner became the first woman on the supreme court, Pope John Paul II was shot not only once but TWICE and still lived for what seemed forever, MTV was born (Happy 30th!), Luke and Laura got married, one of my favorite Blondie songs “The Tide is High” was popular and the firstĀ  DeLorean rolled off the production line. That said, I have found memories of the 80′s.

I was cool in the 80s, back before I was a nerd or a geek (or according to my brother, a dork), I was somewhat popular. It helped that my parents owned the skating rink for the majority of my first decade on earth. And when I was younger, it was the place to be. I grew up surrounded by all sorts of people, I knew all the newest music and all the latest styles. My aunt liked to help me with my fashion as well, the week before Kindergarten she cut my hair. Which wouldn’t have been so bad but she cut it with one side really short and the other long. My mom lost it but even after she had it “fixed” my hair was two different lengths instead of super short. I still remember all the kids in my class thinking it was so cool. It was something we talked about every so often, even into high school.

This was 'cool.'

After my hair grew out, it was all about the side pony. I loved my side pony. I also had the super baggy shirts with clips over what was usually bright colored leggings. I had my converse (okay, my faux converse. Mom didn’t buy me the real ones until my feet stopped growing) with at least two, if not three or four pairs, of socks layered and rolled down. For a brief moment I was cool and even dare I say popular.

Then I gained some weight, hit puberty a little early than some of my friends and become awkward. I put my energy into music, acting and school work. Life became less about what to do and what to wear. I still missed being “that” girl, the one who wore and did what she wanted without care, and everyone thought it was awesome, but that girl would never had been happy with this life.

~Mama