CJ has a giant hickey on his arm. Today is a PD day so of course he's still in his short-sleeved jammies which is how I noticed it (thank GOD we only have to endure 1 PD day a year!). We're working on homework before lunch when I notice said giant hickey. I asked him about it and he ignored me...nothing new...a few minutes later he said, "Oh, I remember how I got this - I sucked on my arm." I asked why he would do that ????? and his reply was, "I was pretending to be a leech!"
Yesterday was Chinese New Year and we are now in the Year of the Dog. We decided to take the boys out to Jim's to celebrate; moreso my idea than Husbands. We still had a good time. According to the placemats which had the Chinese Zodiac printed on them, I was born in the Year of the Rooster. Our daughter would have been born in the Year of the Rooster as well since that is the year that just ended. Kinda neat, huh!
We have more homework to endure, so I must be off and see that it gets accomplished - it's the dreaded spelling list that has to be written out twice! Horror of Horrors!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Kids Part II
Why is it that kids never tell you about school projects until they are due tomorrow?? AJ has to do a speech in which he needs to demonstrate how to do something. We only found out about it at supper tonight when he was telling us about some of his classmates speeches (only half the class were ready, the rest will do theirs tomorrow). AJ didn't like any of my suggestions...maybe demonstrating the proper technique to spread manure wouldn't quite be appropriate after all...so I've spent the last hour on the internet; you should google 'how to' sometime...anyhoo, I made a pretty cool paper airplane, so he's decided that will be sufficient. And he wants a paper for each of his classmates so they can make one along with him...just what every teacher wants!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Kids!
I am way out of touch when it comes to the emotions of little girls; there is a lot of learning to do on my part before my little girl arrives.
Yesterday after school, I had a voice lesson with my new student. The boys were left to play (TJ always starts to cry when it's time to go home), and there was a family of 3 girls waiting for their mom to come get them as well. Apparantly, 2 of my boys were having a squabble with one of the girls, so the mom told me just before she left. I still don't think I have the whole story, but R kicked AJ, AJ and CJ were spitting at R and R was telling them to shut-up. Now I know for a fact that shut-up is a bad word in R's household, as it is in ours (I just feel that if you let them say it when they're little, they're going to come up with some doozy words in their teen years). So CJ admitted to burping in R's ear, possibly resulting in the shut-up comment, but AJ and CJ were only spitting at each other - not at R...AJ told me that R's sister said she is 'sassy', so he could have probably called her that, resulting in the shut-up comment. AJ admitted that he kicked R back after she kicked him (but not hard) - a HUGE no-no around here. Hopefully Husband instilled the Fear of God into them as he was telling them that under no circumstances do we ever kick or hit or spit on girls (and this from the man who is telling them that teenage girls are freaky).
I am so bad at disciplining - sometimes I have a hard time keeping a straight face and then Husband threatens to send me to my room. I asked CJ if he had anything to add to their story, and he tapped his fingers to his chin, looked around and said, "Hmmm, let me think about that." I thought it was funny, but this time I was able to disguise my smile by looking at the floor.
So their punishment is that they are not allowed to play after school and have to come directly to the van; and on Friday when I have a voice lesson with my other student, they have to stay in the classroom and be the teacher's slave...but I need to talk with the teachers first because I really don't want to be punishing them, just the boys.
To me, this is just kid stuff, but to the little girl who told them to shut-up, maybe she was really pushed to her limit...maybe the boys said something really mean to her or called her a name...at what age does PMS start anyway? When I was a kid and a boy made me mad, I'd just stick my tongue out at them and ignore them. What is wrong with kids these days? Are they normal??? Was I not normal???
Its enough to send you to the Funny Farm...oh wait! I'm already there!
Yesterday after school, I had a voice lesson with my new student. The boys were left to play (TJ always starts to cry when it's time to go home), and there was a family of 3 girls waiting for their mom to come get them as well. Apparantly, 2 of my boys were having a squabble with one of the girls, so the mom told me just before she left. I still don't think I have the whole story, but R kicked AJ, AJ and CJ were spitting at R and R was telling them to shut-up. Now I know for a fact that shut-up is a bad word in R's household, as it is in ours (I just feel that if you let them say it when they're little, they're going to come up with some doozy words in their teen years). So CJ admitted to burping in R's ear, possibly resulting in the shut-up comment, but AJ and CJ were only spitting at each other - not at R...AJ told me that R's sister said she is 'sassy', so he could have probably called her that, resulting in the shut-up comment. AJ admitted that he kicked R back after she kicked him (but not hard) - a HUGE no-no around here. Hopefully Husband instilled the Fear of God into them as he was telling them that under no circumstances do we ever kick or hit or spit on girls (and this from the man who is telling them that teenage girls are freaky).
I am so bad at disciplining - sometimes I have a hard time keeping a straight face and then Husband threatens to send me to my room. I asked CJ if he had anything to add to their story, and he tapped his fingers to his chin, looked around and said, "Hmmm, let me think about that." I thought it was funny, but this time I was able to disguise my smile by looking at the floor.
So their punishment is that they are not allowed to play after school and have to come directly to the van; and on Friday when I have a voice lesson with my other student, they have to stay in the classroom and be the teacher's slave...but I need to talk with the teachers first because I really don't want to be punishing them, just the boys.
To me, this is just kid stuff, but to the little girl who told them to shut-up, maybe she was really pushed to her limit...maybe the boys said something really mean to her or called her a name...at what age does PMS start anyway? When I was a kid and a boy made me mad, I'd just stick my tongue out at them and ignore them. What is wrong with kids these days? Are they normal??? Was I not normal???
Its enough to send you to the Funny Farm...oh wait! I'm already there!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
How Weird Are You?
This I already knew... although I prefer to think of myself as 'eccentric'...
You Are 50% Weird
Normal enough to know that you're weird...But too darn weird to do anything about it!
http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/
Take your own test and let me know how you rate on the weirdometre.
You Are 50% Weird
Normal enough to know that you're weird...But too darn weird to do anything about it!
http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/
Take your own test and let me know how you rate on the weirdometre.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Back from Banff
Husband and I were in Banff last week for a conference and we had a really great time. It was just nice to get away from the every day, not to mention all the shopping I did! We went early and headed up to Edmonton, and as husband would say, "Apparently there's a mall there." Oh the sales! I love a good bargain! We stayed at the Fantasyland Hotel, not a great room but it was fun. The sea lions put on a show for us and I had a massage in a tube thingy that pelted you with water. AC&T were happy with their souvenirs (whew) and I found some Canadian outfits for Baby Girl.
C has a cough, and headache and begged to stay home from school today. I almost gave in until he ran into the living and jumped on the couch...for some reason the concept of walking and calmly sitting has never caught on in our family...
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Why?
Why would a business do something like this?
I'm trying to balance my VISA statement and I'm out by $20. So I check out my receipt and according to the subtotal, they didn't take my $20 coupon off. I called head office, but they said I had to call the actual store where this happened. So called the store and the person who answered said, "Well if the receipt said it was taken off, then it would have been taken off. I don't know, I'll get a manager." So the manager said that the $20 would have been taken off before the subtotal but it shows up after the subtotal on the receipt. We added everything up together, and sure enough, that's how they did it. I asked them "Why do you do it that way?" and she said, "I don't know, that's the way head office sets it up, be we get a lot of calls from people confused by it."
At least I'm not the only one.
By the way, I got a pretty good look at the Giant Bird the other day as it was circling the dog's house and I'm thinking that maybe it is only a hawk after all.
You're Not a Monk
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?" The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk."
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, "I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for.
There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth. "The monks reply, "Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound."
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is right behind that door." The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, "Real funny. May I have the key?" The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound.
But I can't tell you what it is.
You're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?" The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk."
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, "I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for.
There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth. "The monks reply, "Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound."
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is right behind that door." The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, "Real funny. May I have the key?" The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound.
But I can't tell you what it is.
You're not a monk.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Our Secret is Out
Hubby came home from church last night only to tell me that our secret is out and not only is out, but the resident gossip (herein known as RG) knows too! Oh, I've been dreading this day for 10 months! No, we are not buying a baby from China, we are adopting a baby from China! BIG difference! There are just some people in this world that refuse to be educated; they have their own ideals about things and telling them how things actually happen is a waste of breath. It's going to be a long journey. It's a good thing we're going to Banff next week, because I need some time to cool off and collect my thoughts before RG starts in on me. Right now I'm liable to say "It's none of your business so shut up and leave me alone!" but that's not very Christian, so I'll just say it in my head as I smile sweetly.
The thing is, RG is a self-imposed expert in the field of international adoption because RG has a relative that adopted a boy from Russia at the age of 5. It now appears that the boy has fetal alcohol syndrom, so of course, in RG's mind, all internationally adopted children will have the same fate. China hand-picks their little ones who are eligible for adoption and it breaks my heart to think that people can be so close-minded about things. I know we are not heading down an easy path, but I also know that I have a daughter on the other side of the earth, waiting for us to take her home. I go to sleep every night with a lump in my throat and my arms aching to hold her.
On a side note, Giant Bird is back but today it is perched in a different tree. Maybe it's planning a new strategy?
The thing is, RG is a self-imposed expert in the field of international adoption because RG has a relative that adopted a boy from Russia at the age of 5. It now appears that the boy has fetal alcohol syndrom, so of course, in RG's mind, all internationally adopted children will have the same fate. China hand-picks their little ones who are eligible for adoption and it breaks my heart to think that people can be so close-minded about things. I know we are not heading down an easy path, but I also know that I have a daughter on the other side of the earth, waiting for us to take her home. I go to sleep every night with a lump in my throat and my arms aching to hold her.
On a side note, Giant Bird is back but today it is perched in a different tree. Maybe it's planning a new strategy?
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Breakfast?
So we have this giant bird that visits us frequently; I was thinking it was an eagle and K thought so too. The husband said it couldn't be an eagle but then the FIL showed me an article in the local paper saying that the eagle was making a comeback in our area. Anyhoo, this giant bird perches in the tree above where the dog's house is (said dog is a Jack Russell, big on attitude) and I can't help but wonder if the giant bird is waiting for the dog to be off of his leash one of these days so that he can swoop him away and eat him.....gross!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year!
Top 10 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Coffee
2. Husband who brings me coffee in bed
3. Children
4. Eyes to see my children fighting with each other
5. Ears to hear my children fighting with each other
6. Arms to separate my children when fighting with each other
7. Legs to carry my children to separate rooms when they're fighting with each other
8. Naproxin
9. On-line and off-line friends
10. Free country to choose which criminal (I mean politician) to vote for in the next federal election
I did an on-line resolution test, and this is what the program figured my resolutions should be, and it sounds pretty good to me, so I'll just go with it:
1) Get a pet rock
2) Eat more nuts
3) Travel to Spain
4) Study animal behavior
5) Get in shape with street fighting
Wishing you all a blessed and prosperous 2006!
1. Coffee
2. Husband who brings me coffee in bed
3. Children
4. Eyes to see my children fighting with each other
5. Ears to hear my children fighting with each other
6. Arms to separate my children when fighting with each other
7. Legs to carry my children to separate rooms when they're fighting with each other
8. Naproxin
9. On-line and off-line friends
10. Free country to choose which criminal (I mean politician) to vote for in the next federal election
I did an on-line resolution test, and this is what the program figured my resolutions should be, and it sounds pretty good to me, so I'll just go with it:
1) Get a pet rock
2) Eat more nuts
3) Travel to Spain
4) Study animal behavior
5) Get in shape with street fighting
Wishing you all a blessed and prosperous 2006!
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