P.S.

i forgot to mention there was cheating in the musical chairs game in bear’s classroom yesterday.

i was shocked personally.

the initial shock was when i got a note on monday from bear’s teacher informing me i was the room mother for the halloween party.

oh, and i was in charge of an ‘easy’ craft.

to me an’ easy craft’ is ‘no craft’.

anyways,

back to the harrowing story.

yes there was cheating,

the same kid won EVERY TIME,

i feel it was fixed from the start.

the kid was in a wheelchair.

i don’t even know how to title this

“now sit still.”

this is what bear said to me as he sat next to me.

“is your ear hurting?” i asked him.

he had his finger in his ear as far as he could and his ear was very red.

“hurt!”

“now sit still” he said again.

this meant he wanted me to take a looksie.

i did and did not see anything.

bear kept shaking his head back and forth,

his finger so far in his ear i was expecting brain matter the be seen on this exploration.

“bear, i can’t see anything.”

we went outside where i looked again in his ear…

and saw something.

“sweet, look at this.” i said to the hubby.

“NO! NO! NO! NO!”

bear did not want the hubby to “now sit still”

bear worked on it some more and pulled out a piece of paper, from his ear.

which he promptly put in his mouth,

and ate.

 

hmmmm……i may rethink this talking

“GET OUT!!”

this is what queen said to me while pushing me back out of her room that i had just entered to visit her.

turns out, the queen is a dictator.

all these years of not talking much

and the few things she has said have been mainly commands.

given very commandingly i might add!!

oh well, don’t worry,

she wanted me back in her room 10 minutes later to visit.

hormones….

they see no disabilities.

WE ARE ENABLERS!!!!!!

“yeah, i need trucks, trailers, guys and…..oh before i forget, i need someone to store my frozen meat too until i can get it.  can i have people for two nights?”

this was the lastest move request for the hubby.

the newly appointed leader of the totally inept apparently.

PEOPLE!!!!

was i not clear enough in my first blog post!?

must i use my angry voice now!?

okay, but i want you to know that i am using this the get my message heard because obviously it was not loud enough before:RENT A DAM U-HAUL TRUCK FOR $20 A DAY, CHANCES ARE IF YOU SPENT YOUR OWN DAM MONEY THEN YOU WOULD PREP A WHOLE DAM LOT MORE!

WE ARE NOT A LOCAL FREEZER SECTION AT YOUr OWN DAM LOCAL GROCERY STORE, IT IS NOT THE ECCLESIASTICAL RESPONSIBILITY TO STORE YOUR DAM MEAT!!!

WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING DAM TRUCKS A TRAILER AND TOOLS TO MOVE YOUR DAM STUFF.

AND LAST, BUT NOT VERY CHRIST-LIKE, LEAST…….

DON’T LET IT BE THE FIRST TIME YOU HAVE EVER EVEN MET THE DAM E.Q PRES BE THE TIME YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR DAM HOUSE!!! AT LEAST MAKE A CUSTOMARY DAM 2 APPEARANCES IN CHURCH BEFORE REACHING THAT ALL GRABBING DAM HAND OF NEED!!!!!

and yes, i also have been using angry eyes when typing this.

they look like this:and yes they are coming out the back-end of mr. potatoe head because that is what i will be kicking if the hubby lets me coordinate the next move….

p.s. i did not just swear throughout this whole post, i sincerely meant dam as in:

A dam is a barrier that impounds water or underground streams. Dams generally serve the primary purpose of retaining water, while other structures …

as defined in wikipedia.

thank you for listening and have a good night.

things uttered within the last few days

“you may get stared at because of your hair.”

this was chicka warning me this morning before i went to be the ‘room mother’ in her classroom.

“what’s wrong with my hair?”

“well, it is short and no other mothers have come in with short hair.”

two days in a row of my gender being questioned may mean i need to get hair extensions.

she also checked on my clothes to make sure i was acceptable.

tough crowd.

“DAMN I SAY DAMN I SAY DAMN I SAY!!!!”

this was said by bear at 4:30 this morning.

all i have to say is…. right back atcha kid.

“my mom’s tooth is kinda blue like that too, her’s is rotting.”

this was told to me by a girl in chicka’s class as i was helping her with her work and smiled at her.

“well, mine are fake.”

“really?”

“yes.”

don’t worry i did not correct her work, it was wrong.

showed her!

the following are what queen has been saying the past few days.

yes, you read right….

THE QUEEN HAS BEEN SAYING!!!!!!

1. “DO IT!!!!!” this was to her dad as he was trying to put on her headphones.

2. “tickle” this was directed to the hubby for a tickle session.

3. “good” when asked how her movie was.

4. “good night” after we told her good night.

5. “someday” after hearing it on 101 dalmations movie

she is trying so much more to communicate with us and at school.

so amazing how such little words make us all so excited.

it is hard not to get our hopes up,

but we are.

we hope this trend keeps going.

it has been years since we heard the queen talk to us.

she has a very deep, scratchy voice by the way.

maybe she has a future as a secret informant

and can bring down her own president.

 

the revenge of the librarian

“can you help that gentleman?” the librarian asked the other.

“what gentleman?” the other librarian asked.

“that one.” she said as she looked at me.

we both stared at each other wide-eyed.

“but i am even wearing lipstick!!” i defended.

of course i was also wearing a baseball cap with short hair.

“oh my, my peripheral vision is not what it used to be.” she stammered.

“and i thought i was blind.” the other librarian said.

the stunner of this whole thing?

no, not being called a man,

that has happened before.

but this same librarian was getting change.

8 quarters to be exact.

and how do i know this?

the change was for me.

the residents of 554 S were bombed last night

“dad always has his gun on him, except at church”

bomb # 1.

the ex always having a gun on him!?!?

well THAT is a subject for another post,

and stronger laws.

which lead to a conversation about obama and expensive ammunition as taught by above concealed gun carrier.

which lead to a discussion on the market being lead by fear and hysteria,

not common sense and facts.

which lead to a conversation about oil, swine flu, Y2K,

which lead to the following conversation:

“you would not believe how religious dad is!!!”

innocent start….

“he thinks we came from the Big Guy (pointing skyward) and not from monkeys!!”

the following emotion from me can only be described as this:

“and…..you think we did evolve from monkeys?”

“well yeah, where do you think we got these babies?”

this was asked while wiggling his thumbs.

holy kit batman!

i am grateful i was already sitting on the floor,

because my mouth did not have far to drop.

“well, i would love to hear your thoughts as to why”

as he proceeded to give me his reasons and opinions,

i was frantically trying to figure out where he came to this conclusion.

i realized that i do not discuss religion very much with the kids,

school in utah county would most certainly not teach this,

and then it hit me.

the BBCkeats has always been obsessed with Walking with Dinosaurs

which lead to prehistoric america

which showed a species who looked like apes,

almost like man,

fight with another clan that was slightly more evolved which obviously proved that we have come from apes with the strongest prevailing therefore always evolving until what we are today.

this discussion lasted for about 25 minutes.

he did a most excellent job making his point.

in the end we decided we would go to the library today and get more books to study on the subject.

him on evolution,

and me on ‘how to raise an atheist as converted by the BBC’

damn Brits, they do know how to drop a good bomb.