WOO HOO. It's January, folks! Time to lose that weight! (again) Time to make healthier choices! (again) Time to get healthy! (again)
So I started Weight watchers last week. (again) Can't say I was 100% perfect, but I stayed within points 5 of the 7 days, and only went over a little on the other 2 days. I also exercised this week (first time since Thanksgiving.)
I have spent this week sore and hungry. I sat at Disney World and watched my family eat Ice Cream sundaes as big as their heads (as I munched on my yummy and totally satisfying protein bar.) I didn't eat pizza during the national championship football game. No chocolate. No pasta. Measuring food. Limited bread. No pasta.
So what do I get for this whole 7 days of deprivation? NADA. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Did not lose a single pound.
This is especially depressing to me because - as all women know - usually the first week of a diet is when you lose the MOST weight. Your body has a shock, and you lose like 4-5 pounds. Then it slows down after that. So if we follow that well-established precedent, what does that mean for me? If I lost NOTHING the first week, how can it slow down from here on out? Will I actually gain weight? (possibly)
So here I am, after 7 days, almost in tears and ready to quit. It's so hard to diet when you have kids in the house and your married to genetically skinny exercise Nazi. It was much easier when it was just me, or even just me and Bart. But trying to cook meals and do the shopping for a family of 4, while trying to stay within your diet guidelines and getting the kids to eat whatever it is you are cooking, is HARD.
So what do I do now? I am supposed to run this $#*& 5K race with a bunch of !%#*&^% skinny people in 7 weeks. I can't run outside because as I type this it's 30 degrees outside. Meaning I have to get dressed and haul myself to the gym. FOR WHAT PURPOSE?
"To be healthier!" you might say. Well, I was at the doctor in December for my physical, and I am 100% healthy. She even said the weight had no visible health consequences in me. All of my lab work came back optimal. Not, good, not normal, but PERFECT. I am healthy.
I have been dieting and exercising for the better part of 16 years. It never works. It never sticks. Here I am, still fat. Maybe I am fighting a losing battle. Maybe I am just genetically predisposed to being this big. Maybe I should just embrace it and be one of those chicks on Dr. Phil who just loves themselves just the way they are.
Or maybe I should just go to McDonalds and get 2 Breakfast Burritos.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Changing of Christmas
Christmas is all about the kids, right? So it's cool when you have kids, and you get that age-old Santa torch passed to you.
That first year, everyone goes all out. Santa, Mom & Dad, both sets of grandparents, two great-grandparents, 2 aunts, cousins, and more all present the child with MILLIONS of gifts. Never mind that the 6 month old child is just as happy gnawing on that pretty red bow for, oh, 3 hours. It's HER FIRST CHRISTMAS. She's THE FIRST GRANDCHILD.
Fast forward 12 months. This time, everyone figures she's old enough now to get it. So Santa, Mom & Dad, both sets of grandparents, two great-grandparents, 2 aunts, cousins, and more all present the child with MILLIONS of gifts. This time, she is actually interested in the actual toy. However, that's where it ends. She opens one gift, and then - for the love of Pete - actually wants to just play with THAT ONE TOY. For hours. This leaves about 30 relatives anxiously awaiting thier turn to give her their pile of presents. At the toddler's pace, this will take approximately 18 years. Try to give her a new present - just go ahead. She doesn't want it, and she will cry if you take away the ONE TOY.
By the time she's on her third Christmas, everyone pretty much accepts the situation, and it takes her about 2 weeks to get through all the gifts.
Fast forward again about 6 years. Now THE FIRST GRANDCHILD has a younger brother. Brother learned much faster that after THE ONE TOY there is another. And another. And another. So this year, the two children ripped through their MILLIONS of gifts in approximately 25 minutes. And then want to know what's next.
Granted, some of the things they unwrapped, but still haven't opened to play with. The point is that in the beginning, you wait with baited breath FOREVER for the child to open the gifts. You don't really appreciate how wonderful that is until years later when $3000 worth of Christmas is decimated in a half an hour.
Santa still comes each year. There are cookies and milk. There are reindeer feedings. But sometimes I still wish I could see the endless fascination and joy my kids found once upon a time in THAT ONE TOY.
That first year, everyone goes all out. Santa, Mom & Dad, both sets of grandparents, two great-grandparents, 2 aunts, cousins, and more all present the child with MILLIONS of gifts. Never mind that the 6 month old child is just as happy gnawing on that pretty red bow for, oh, 3 hours. It's HER FIRST CHRISTMAS. She's THE FIRST GRANDCHILD.
Fast forward 12 months. This time, everyone figures she's old enough now to get it. So Santa, Mom & Dad, both sets of grandparents, two great-grandparents, 2 aunts, cousins, and more all present the child with MILLIONS of gifts. This time, she is actually interested in the actual toy. However, that's where it ends. She opens one gift, and then - for the love of Pete - actually wants to just play with THAT ONE TOY. For hours. This leaves about 30 relatives anxiously awaiting thier turn to give her their pile of presents. At the toddler's pace, this will take approximately 18 years. Try to give her a new present - just go ahead. She doesn't want it, and she will cry if you take away the ONE TOY.
By the time she's on her third Christmas, everyone pretty much accepts the situation, and it takes her about 2 weeks to get through all the gifts.
Fast forward again about 6 years. Now THE FIRST GRANDCHILD has a younger brother. Brother learned much faster that after THE ONE TOY there is another. And another. And another. So this year, the two children ripped through their MILLIONS of gifts in approximately 25 minutes. And then want to know what's next.
Granted, some of the things they unwrapped, but still haven't opened to play with. The point is that in the beginning, you wait with baited breath FOREVER for the child to open the gifts. You don't really appreciate how wonderful that is until years later when $3000 worth of Christmas is decimated in a half an hour.
Santa still comes each year. There are cookies and milk. There are reindeer feedings. But sometimes I still wish I could see the endless fascination and joy my kids found once upon a time in THAT ONE TOY.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I'm a Thief...or May Be
As a little girl growing up in Pensacola, I always went to the parades downtown. Mardi Gras parades, Fiesta of Five Flags parades, Veterans Day, Christmas. Of all the Krewes that took part, my favorite was the Mayoki Indian Krewe. They always had the best floats, the shiniest costumes, and threw the best beads and prizes. Even Moonpies! (You gotta be from the area of New Orleans-Mobile-Pensacola-Ft. Walton beach to get that one.)
As a college student, I remember being in a Village Inn at 1:30 in the morning after a parade night, and the resturant was totally empty. Next thing we knew, 60 Mayoki Indians come in, in full costume, drunk as skunks. They were hilarious - so much fun!
As an adult, I was so thrilled to be approached by a Mayoki to attend a prospective membership event. (It is very difficult to become a Mayoki. You have to be invited to join.) Unfortunately, Bart and I moved to Atlanta before we could pursue my Mayoki dream.
Fast Forward 10 years. We now live in Tampa, home of the Gasparilla Pirate Fest. I have a minor obsession with all things Pirate, and I don't quite know why. It may be that I have some far-back realtions to the infamous female Pirate Anne Bonney. It may be that I've listened to too many Jimmy Buffett songs. It may be that I wish I had a sailboat that I could putter around in and fly the Jolly Roger. In any case, a Pirate Festival that happens every year is right up my alley.
As in Pensacola, the Krewes in Tampa are notoriously hard to get into. Many are by invite only, and even if they aren't, there is a rigourous application process. You have to attend events as a non-member. You have to pay a HUGE fee. You have to be interviewed, and sometimes provide references.
Not one to be put off by such trivialities, I began searching for a Krewe. Not only would it allow me to live out my Mayoki dreams, but it might also tie into my whole Pirate thing too. AND it's a great chance to meet some new people and also participate in some very worthwile charitable endeavors.
My search began by limiting the search to all-female Krewes. (Bart's 100% not interested in doing this at all...) There are quite a few in Tampa - 10 or so. next I looked for Krewes that had been established for awhile. Then I cut out the ones that were invitation only (that would be the Bonney-Read Krewe, which I was greatly interested in). Then I reviewed the charities (some are social only.) Then I read the history of the Krewes left, and the story of how they were named.
One stood out from the rest: The Thieves of San Lorenzo. They are a large Krewe (capped at 130 members), established in the late 90's. They will accept applications, but you have to go through the process to be considered. You have to be 30 or older, so that eliminates all the drunk and puking 22 year olds. They are named after a bunch of women who had their homes sacked and their belongings stolen while their husbands were at war. So they stole back what was theirs. They are generally Pirate-themed, and the pics look like they have a great time.
I can afford the fees (sort of. Bart can.) I like the charities. I have the references (I can produce my Mayoki contact as well as references from my parent's Krewe. (My mom and dad, along with my Godparents, were longtime members of the Krewe de Bienville in Mobile, Alabama. I was actually "presented" by my Dad to the King of Mardi Gras at a ball in 1992.) I have the time, I have the interest. So I'm going to go. I'm hoping I can persuade a few people to do it with me, but if not I'll forge ahead alone.
I doubt the process will move fast enough for me to make it on a float this year, but maybe next year. I will keep you posted on my aspiration to become a "Thieve".
As a college student, I remember being in a Village Inn at 1:30 in the morning after a parade night, and the resturant was totally empty. Next thing we knew, 60 Mayoki Indians come in, in full costume, drunk as skunks. They were hilarious - so much fun!
As an adult, I was so thrilled to be approached by a Mayoki to attend a prospective membership event. (It is very difficult to become a Mayoki. You have to be invited to join.) Unfortunately, Bart and I moved to Atlanta before we could pursue my Mayoki dream.
Fast Forward 10 years. We now live in Tampa, home of the Gasparilla Pirate Fest. I have a minor obsession with all things Pirate, and I don't quite know why. It may be that I have some far-back realtions to the infamous female Pirate Anne Bonney. It may be that I've listened to too many Jimmy Buffett songs. It may be that I wish I had a sailboat that I could putter around in and fly the Jolly Roger. In any case, a Pirate Festival that happens every year is right up my alley.
As in Pensacola, the Krewes in Tampa are notoriously hard to get into. Many are by invite only, and even if they aren't, there is a rigourous application process. You have to attend events as a non-member. You have to pay a HUGE fee. You have to be interviewed, and sometimes provide references.
Not one to be put off by such trivialities, I began searching for a Krewe. Not only would it allow me to live out my Mayoki dreams, but it might also tie into my whole Pirate thing too. AND it's a great chance to meet some new people and also participate in some very worthwile charitable endeavors.
My search began by limiting the search to all-female Krewes. (Bart's 100% not interested in doing this at all...) There are quite a few in Tampa - 10 or so. next I looked for Krewes that had been established for awhile. Then I cut out the ones that were invitation only (that would be the Bonney-Read Krewe, which I was greatly interested in). Then I reviewed the charities (some are social only.) Then I read the history of the Krewes left, and the story of how they were named.
One stood out from the rest: The Thieves of San Lorenzo. They are a large Krewe (capped at 130 members), established in the late 90's. They will accept applications, but you have to go through the process to be considered. You have to be 30 or older, so that eliminates all the drunk and puking 22 year olds. They are named after a bunch of women who had their homes sacked and their belongings stolen while their husbands were at war. So they stole back what was theirs. They are generally Pirate-themed, and the pics look like they have a great time.
I can afford the fees (sort of. Bart can.) I like the charities. I have the references (I can produce my Mayoki contact as well as references from my parent's Krewe. (My mom and dad, along with my Godparents, were longtime members of the Krewe de Bienville in Mobile, Alabama. I was actually "presented" by my Dad to the King of Mardi Gras at a ball in 1992.) I have the time, I have the interest. So I'm going to go. I'm hoping I can persuade a few people to do it with me, but if not I'll forge ahead alone.
I doubt the process will move fast enough for me to make it on a float this year, but maybe next year. I will keep you posted on my aspiration to become a "Thieve".
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Better Today
OK...after my depressive, manic, fairly lengthy rant yesterday, I am better today.
Imagine you've been in Disney World for a month, and then someone tells you you have to leave. It's sort of like that. It's not that you don't LIKE your house - it's just that it's not as fun as Disney World.
I will adjust. And buying new clothes and shoes online last night helped too. Retail therapy.
Oh - and I came home to an empty sink today. NO DISHES! Makes things muuuuuuuccccch better.
Bear with me folks - the journey may be bumpy, but at least I'm still a'going.
Imagine you've been in Disney World for a month, and then someone tells you you have to leave. It's sort of like that. It's not that you don't LIKE your house - it's just that it's not as fun as Disney World.
I will adjust. And buying new clothes and shoes online last night helped too. Retail therapy.
Oh - and I came home to an empty sink today. NO DISHES! Makes things muuuuuuuccccch better.
Bear with me folks - the journey may be bumpy, but at least I'm still a'going.
Monday, September 27, 2010
What's In A Name
As a semi-permanent Kindergarten Aide, I get to work with five classes of 5 and 6 year olds - a total of about 90 kids. Names are my current fascination. I mean, you usually have 1 or 2 doozies - crazy-ass names that no one would have ever thought of unless they were on crack of acid. But this year, it seems as if the parents were TRYING to make things difficult, not only for the child, but also for anyone who needs to know the child's name.
Exhibit A: Taylor. Lots of kids are named Taylor. Mostly girls, a few boys here and there. But one family CHOSE to name their child "T-A-Y-E-L-O-R." WTF?
Exhibit B: There are 2-3 Chases at our school, mine being one of them. Today, a new student transferred in. A boy named "C-H-A-Y-S-E".
Exhibit C: The new trend is to change "Sophia" to "S-O-F-I-A."
I lean a little out on the weird branch with "Karlin", but still...are these people nuts? It's like someone said "Hey - let's take a perfectly good name and throw some extra letters in there!"
I have more... Madison - we have Madison, Madisen, and Madisyn. Jackson and Jakson. Emeline (Emma-LINE). Dalaney. Rowan (girl). Ronen (boy). Alayna/Alana. Annabella/Anabella. Aiden/Aidan. Sidney/Sydney. Naveah.
I guess every coin has a 2nd side, though. There's an Eleanore, an Ava Catherine, an Elizabeth, a Joseph, a Stephen. A Gabrielle, a Laura, and a Alicia. (Although that last one is pronounced A LIH See A) A Luke, a William, a Gregory. A Julia.
My poor nephews have FOUR names, thanks to their British father. Don't even ask me how they are going to fill our Tests or Driver's Licence Applications or really
anything.
No Jessicas. No Julies. No Katies. No Brads or Kevins or Dans.
A sign o the times, I guess...
Exhibit A: Taylor. Lots of kids are named Taylor. Mostly girls, a few boys here and there. But one family CHOSE to name their child "T-A-Y-E-L-O-R." WTF?
Exhibit B: There are 2-3 Chases at our school, mine being one of them. Today, a new student transferred in. A boy named "C-H-A-Y-S-E".
Exhibit C: The new trend is to change "Sophia" to "S-O-F-I-A."
I lean a little out on the weird branch with "Karlin", but still...are these people nuts? It's like someone said "Hey - let's take a perfectly good name and throw some extra letters in there!"
I have more... Madison - we have Madison, Madisen, and Madisyn. Jackson and Jakson. Emeline (Emma-LINE). Dalaney. Rowan (girl). Ronen (boy). Alayna/Alana. Annabella/Anabella. Aiden/Aidan. Sidney/Sydney. Naveah.
I guess every coin has a 2nd side, though. There's an Eleanore, an Ava Catherine, an Elizabeth, a Joseph, a Stephen. A Gabrielle, a Laura, and a Alicia. (Although that last one is pronounced A LIH See A) A Luke, a William, a Gregory. A Julia.
My poor nephews have FOUR names, thanks to their British father. Don't even ask me how they are going to fill our Tests or Driver's Licence Applications or really
anything.
No Jessicas. No Julies. No Katies. No Brads or Kevins or Dans.
A sign o the times, I guess...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Guilty or Lazy?
So it's Thursday. Bart has been gone pretty much all week. I am working full-time for now, and I spend the bulk of my day with 5 year olds. Upon arriving home, my kids commence the 2010 Drama Extravaganza. There's whining. There's bickering. There's crankiness.
So I'm outside. By myself. Drinking a beer. Ok - 2 beers.
Am I lazy? 'Cause I'm feeling a little guilty. It's almost 7 pm and we haven't had dinner yet. (in all fairness, I asked the kids if they were hungry yet and they said no - they are playing with the neighborhood kids at the moment.) The pool deck is a disaster zone. I have some work to do, and the house is a wreck. And don't even get me started on the laundry.
So why exactly am I sitting outside, listening to the pool spillover, drinking a beer (or two), and wasting time on the computer? Dunno. Maybe I am lazy.
I don't know if I will employed past the end of the month, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. On the plus side: the extra money is nice. I like the school and I like the kids and I like my teachers. I mostly like the job (it's getting better now that the teachers are actually trusting me to do stuff with the kids.) It is kind of nice to be doing something every day that someone says "Hey - thanks for coming. How bout we give you a paycheck?" Bart thinks I am making the world a better place, but I think he's overestimating what I do. The commute rocks - .4 of a mile. I haven't had to get gas in weeks. The hours are the same as the kids are in school. This is great because I mostly don't have to worry about child care. But it sucks because it means I get no time to myself. Ever.
On the minus side? Note to the world: getting up to go to a job every day SUCKS. I got busted today for being 4 minutes late. I have spent the last 7 years bring my own boss, so I'm unaccustomed to being on someone else's schedule. That list of things you have to do - laundry, groceries, cooking, cleaning, etc. - it doesn't go away when you get a job. My house is a train wreck, which makes me a little stressed.
(this is the part where one might say - "Then damn girl, get off the computer and go get your shit done.")
I knew I would go back to work someday. But I tell you what - I guess I always thought giving up the freedom and the flexibility would be for a WHOLE LOT MORE MONEY. That cashier at the Girl Scout store? She makes $3 an hour more than I do. Hey - that Janitor at the City Park? Beats me by almost $2. I have a college degree, some post-grad study, 5+ years in educations/curriculum development, 5+ years in various communications and marketing roles, non-profit fundraising experience, and public speaking experience. It's a little hard to stomach the low pay. The full-time job I considered taking last year paid $47,000 MORE than the one I'm in now. Ouch.
You know another negative? I miss being able to spend time in my kid's classes. The reading, the helping with Fun Fridays, the crafts, the scrapbooks - I really miss that. Sure - I'm at the school. But I'm not as involved in the classroom as I have been in past years.
So say my position gets eliminated in 2 weeks - which there is at least a 50/50 chance of happening. Am I happy? Sad? Upset?
I honestly don't know. I have Mommy guilt because I'm not in the kid's classrooms, I'm way exhausted at the end of the day, and the house and laundry are a disaster.
And I miss the freedom. The leisure to go shopping when I want, or work on house projects, or exercise. I miss having lunch with Bart. I miss my girl's nights out, which I haven't been to lately because I have to get up for work the next day.
So I don't know. My perfect compromise would be part-time, but that's not likely to happen.
In the meantime, I sit. And drink beer. And wonder exactly why it's fair that the dumb bastards who created The Snuggie and Silly Bandz are laughing all the way to the bank.
The answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything? That would be 42.
So I'm outside. By myself. Drinking a beer. Ok - 2 beers.
Am I lazy? 'Cause I'm feeling a little guilty. It's almost 7 pm and we haven't had dinner yet. (in all fairness, I asked the kids if they were hungry yet and they said no - they are playing with the neighborhood kids at the moment.) The pool deck is a disaster zone. I have some work to do, and the house is a wreck. And don't even get me started on the laundry.
So why exactly am I sitting outside, listening to the pool spillover, drinking a beer (or two), and wasting time on the computer? Dunno. Maybe I am lazy.
I don't know if I will employed past the end of the month, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. On the plus side: the extra money is nice. I like the school and I like the kids and I like my teachers. I mostly like the job (it's getting better now that the teachers are actually trusting me to do stuff with the kids.) It is kind of nice to be doing something every day that someone says "Hey - thanks for coming. How bout we give you a paycheck?" Bart thinks I am making the world a better place, but I think he's overestimating what I do. The commute rocks - .4 of a mile. I haven't had to get gas in weeks. The hours are the same as the kids are in school. This is great because I mostly don't have to worry about child care. But it sucks because it means I get no time to myself. Ever.
On the minus side? Note to the world: getting up to go to a job every day SUCKS. I got busted today for being 4 minutes late. I have spent the last 7 years bring my own boss, so I'm unaccustomed to being on someone else's schedule. That list of things you have to do - laundry, groceries, cooking, cleaning, etc. - it doesn't go away when you get a job. My house is a train wreck, which makes me a little stressed.
(this is the part where one might say - "Then damn girl, get off the computer and go get your shit done.")
I knew I would go back to work someday. But I tell you what - I guess I always thought giving up the freedom and the flexibility would be for a WHOLE LOT MORE MONEY. That cashier at the Girl Scout store? She makes $3 an hour more than I do. Hey - that Janitor at the City Park? Beats me by almost $2. I have a college degree, some post-grad study, 5+ years in educations/curriculum development, 5+ years in various communications and marketing roles, non-profit fundraising experience, and public speaking experience. It's a little hard to stomach the low pay. The full-time job I considered taking last year paid $47,000 MORE than the one I'm in now. Ouch.
You know another negative? I miss being able to spend time in my kid's classes. The reading, the helping with Fun Fridays, the crafts, the scrapbooks - I really miss that. Sure - I'm at the school. But I'm not as involved in the classroom as I have been in past years.
So say my position gets eliminated in 2 weeks - which there is at least a 50/50 chance of happening. Am I happy? Sad? Upset?
I honestly don't know. I have Mommy guilt because I'm not in the kid's classrooms, I'm way exhausted at the end of the day, and the house and laundry are a disaster.
And I miss the freedom. The leisure to go shopping when I want, or work on house projects, or exercise. I miss having lunch with Bart. I miss my girl's nights out, which I haven't been to lately because I have to get up for work the next day.
So I don't know. My perfect compromise would be part-time, but that's not likely to happen.
In the meantime, I sit. And drink beer. And wonder exactly why it's fair that the dumb bastards who created The Snuggie and Silly Bandz are laughing all the way to the bank.
The answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything? That would be 42.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Random Thoughts
I have been too damned busy (work) and tired (work) to do much blogging. or to really even think about doing much blogging. So here's a bunch a useless thoughts than are running through my head. Consider this a stream of consciousness sort of thing - one though leading to the next.
* It is so freaking hot outside. The heat index yesterday - Sept. 14th - was 98 degrees. Actual temp was 94. I'm a warm weather girl, but would a few days of 86 degrees kill anyone?
* If you go back to work, the list of stuff you have to get done doesn't get any smaller. You just have less time to do it in.
* You would fall out of your chair if you saw some of the behaviors parents send their kids to school with.
* Teachers are grossly underpaid.
* Parents should really take some time to volunteer in the classroom. I mean - your kid is with that teacher and with those kids for more hours each week than they are with you. Don't you think you should have a handle on who they know and what they are doing?
* No, my son. You may not have any kind of Chocolate Cereal for breakfast.
* By the way - if you send your kids to school for the free breakfast, you should know that at least once a week they serve pizza and corn dogs. For breakfast.
* I think I'd like to live the life of my lazy spoiled cat.
* Gray Rat Snakes are really freaking fast.
* Only 15 more days until I can start hanging up my Halloween decorations!
* On rare occasions, if you put book holds on 15 books at the Public Library, they may all come in at once.
* You don't have much time to read if you have a job.
* It's really frustrating to not know if you'll have a job much longer, whether you need the job or not.
* It's a good day when someone refers to your hair roots as "low lights."
* Next week is International Talk Like Pirate Day.
* I bought a new Pirate Flag this weekend. It shows a Skull chugging a drink and says "Time Flies When You're Having Rum."
* I wish Jimmy Buffett would set his spring concert dates.
* I wish Zac Brown was playing anywhere near Tampa.
That's it - my thoughts are exhausted. Hopefully I'll have the energy to tackle the next topics in my mind soon. It's a toss up between "Why I Think It's Wrong to Build a Mosque Anywhere Near the Site of the World Trade Center (subtitled "I Don't Care if That Pastor Wants to Burn the Book") or "Why can't we get some Hurrican Action Here?"
* It is so freaking hot outside. The heat index yesterday - Sept. 14th - was 98 degrees. Actual temp was 94. I'm a warm weather girl, but would a few days of 86 degrees kill anyone?
* If you go back to work, the list of stuff you have to get done doesn't get any smaller. You just have less time to do it in.
* You would fall out of your chair if you saw some of the behaviors parents send their kids to school with.
* Teachers are grossly underpaid.
* Parents should really take some time to volunteer in the classroom. I mean - your kid is with that teacher and with those kids for more hours each week than they are with you. Don't you think you should have a handle on who they know and what they are doing?
* No, my son. You may not have any kind of Chocolate Cereal for breakfast.
* By the way - if you send your kids to school for the free breakfast, you should know that at least once a week they serve pizza and corn dogs. For breakfast.
* I think I'd like to live the life of my lazy spoiled cat.
* Gray Rat Snakes are really freaking fast.
* Only 15 more days until I can start hanging up my Halloween decorations!
* On rare occasions, if you put book holds on 15 books at the Public Library, they may all come in at once.
* You don't have much time to read if you have a job.
* It's really frustrating to not know if you'll have a job much longer, whether you need the job or not.
* It's a good day when someone refers to your hair roots as "low lights."
* Next week is International Talk Like Pirate Day.
* I bought a new Pirate Flag this weekend. It shows a Skull chugging a drink and says "Time Flies When You're Having Rum."
* I wish Jimmy Buffett would set his spring concert dates.
* I wish Zac Brown was playing anywhere near Tampa.
That's it - my thoughts are exhausted. Hopefully I'll have the energy to tackle the next topics in my mind soon. It's a toss up between "Why I Think It's Wrong to Build a Mosque Anywhere Near the Site of the World Trade Center (subtitled "I Don't Care if That Pastor Wants to Burn the Book") or "Why can't we get some Hurrican Action Here?"
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