Bedazzled

I noticed that Owen had a zit on his forehead yesterday so I asked him if he had a zit. He said no. It was a rhinestone.  He said that he was so cool, he was bedazzled. LOL!

Fruit Loops or Cheerios

"Momma, you and I are like the Fruit Loops in a Bowl of Cheerios."

~ Owen, 9


You know it!

National Junior Honor Society Inductee

I present to you the newest member of the National Junior Honor Society:

Shane and his best friend Josie.  They've been best friends since they met in preschool.

See the flower?  Yeah.  The kids were suppose to give that to someone who has supported them and encouraged them.  Apparently, he wanted to complete his pimp daddy look instead of doing as instructed.  :p

 Congratulations, Shane.  That's quite an accomplishment.  We are super proud of you.  :)

Scheduling A.D.D.

While I'm usually fairly on top of things, I do have the occasional "scheduling A.D.D." moment where I just can't keep up with what is going on.  Usually it's something that is a short term class that one of the kids has that is thrown in the middle of my already hectic cab service.

And I get into the groove of the normal day and forget the extra added bonus shuttle trip of moving  kids and a husband to and from various locations.

And usually I catch myself before one of the other kids...or worse yet...another adult...notices that I'm not quite as together as I appear to be.

And I hate that.

Especially when I've done the same thing two weeks in a row.  And if I *did* something like that, it would probably include sitting in a car rider line for 30 minutes and holding up the line waiting for Owen to get into the car.  And then having the monitoring teacher knock on my window and tell me that Owen was in robotics until 5.  And then having the same scenario happen the next week.

Not that something like that would ever happen.

Again.

This week that is!

Doh.

/go scheduling A.D.D.  :p

You Don't Understand?

I am so blonde.

There.  I said it.

But this should be nothing new to either of my two readers.

But the bad thing is that I've done this same exact thing before.

I told Owen that he needed to be a bus rider.

I forgot to write him a note so I dropped the prince off in the car rider line and pulled around to the front office entrance and ran in to write a note to leave for the teacher.

Hey.  At least I didn't scribble it on a napkin in the car rider line as he was jumping out the door.  Not that I've ever done that before.  Nope.  Not me.

Feeling all proud of myself that I actually remembered that Owen needed to be a car rider, and wrote the note instead of calling in like I usually would, I went on about my merry way.

About two minutes from the school, my cell phone rang and it was the school secretary saying that she was confused by my note because it said that Owen should be a car rider on bus #*&^.

Doh.

Oops.  I am so awesome.  I mean I can't understand how she didn't understand what he was suppose to do.  Owen and I did!

But, anyway, it's Owen's fault for not reminding me!