Archive for July, 2007

A new school year begins

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

da-bear.jpgWe met October’s fourth grade teacher tonight at the Willow Brook orientation. We met spotz’ first grade teacher this past Tuesday evening. I haven’t met Lug’s teacher at the Oak Ridge Preschool yet, but the Missus has. I think it’s going to be a good year the bunch of us. Things are getting off to a good start. Honestly I find it hard to believe that October is beginning her last year at the Elementary school, but not to worry. We’ll be going to that school for a long time, what with four kids.

I was talking to the Missus the other day about what October reads. I was saying that I don’t see her read very much unless it’s Harry Potter. I was slightly concerned because she read and enjoyed that series so much, but I wasn’t seeing it carry over to other books. I’ve brought home several books for the girl, but she’s the proverbial horse led to water and didn’t really read them. I work in a library where I make many different reading suggestions, so I don’t care if people take or leave my advice. That’s not the point. I just want to see her reading something. The Missus assured me that she reads a great deal at school.

I was prowling through her desk tonight at the orientation when I found a copy of a Laura Ingalls Wilder book she’d checked out from the school library. Turns out the Missus was right and I’ve realized how much October has a life of her own that I don’t know about. Sure I “knew” that before, but seeing is believing and I’m typically a doubting Thomas. Which is really another post for another day.

One more thing that makes me groan…

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

…the dude, easily twice my size, who decided it was okay to cut ahead of me as I waited in the car line to drop off Lugnut this morning.  Not a big deal, in the grand scheme of things, but highly irritating.  Of course, it didn’t help matters that I called the guy out on it, and that he stopped his car, got out, and yelled at me.  Lug, fascinated by the exchange, said, “That dude in trouble.”

I should have just left it alone, ’cause I don’t want to be making trouble at the preschool.

Go ahead and moan.

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

The Moaning Meme, via Vixen’s Den

5 people who will be annoyed you tagged them.

4 things that should go into room 101 (??) and be removed from the face of the earth.

  • Ticks.
  • Ball-point pens.
  • Anything disposable that doesn’t have to be.
  • Video game systems.

3 things people do that make you want to shake them violently.

  • Make mouth noises: smacking lips, chewing loudly, etc.
  • Let very young kids run amok and without supervision. I see this all the time at school functions.
  • Refuse to be accountable.

2 things you find yourself moaning about.

  • The phone, when it rings and I don’t want to talk to anyone.
  • The crappy food served in school cafeterias. Would it kill them to have something whole wheat?!

1 thing the above answers tell you about yourself.

  • I don’t like annoying most people, ’cause the thought of tagging five people to do this makes me very anxious. So, I just tagged Bos. Now I’m feeling less anxious, ’cause it’s fun to annoy him.

RULES

  • Link to the original meme at freelancecynic.com so people know what it’s all about!
  • Be as honest as possible, This is about letting people get to know the real you!
  • Try not to insult anyone - unless they really deserve it or are very, very ugly!
  • Post these rules at the end of every meme!

I’ll do the haiku

Sunday, July 22nd, 2007

Selective readers
“This ain’t permanent” I said
But I ain’t back yet

Been a long, strange week
And Friday night was surreal
It was beautiful

But I gotta go
I just fixed up an omelet
And reading Potter

Bos’ Haiku Sunday

Sunday, July 22nd, 2007

Transformer’s problem:
You spend more time fixing them
than you do playing.

A walk in the woods
yesterday with the boys.
We look for rocks there.

Spotz plays with legos
while the church service goes on.
I think about haiku.

The Missus at home
reads the last Harry Potter,
not wanting its end.