Last night, at dinner, Phil looked over at the backdoor and then looked at me and said, "I can feel air coming in. I need to weather strip the door." I laughed and laughed...
MOTHER STUFF FIRST
Yesterday, I checked James' grades on line--online grade--well, his English/Language Arts grade is 62. Oh, the grammmar I have spouted to The Boy. Oh, the readings I have explained. I told him that it just hurt my heart. So, after seeing the grade, I emailed the teacher to see what I could do. She emailed me and you had better sit down for this because it is going to knock you right out of your comfort zone; she said, (and I quote) that he "tends to be a class clown and would rather make people laugh." It also seems that she has discussed this with him before. Well, I went home to chat with him and one of the arguments he had was that sometimes he does stuff and people don't always laugh. While that really did not hold up under scrutiny, I did have to appluad the effort he must have put into coming up with that. When he got out of the van this morning, he assured me he would keep his mouth shut in science--remember last week and talking--and that he would not try to make people laugh but would instead try and pay attention. Oh and he threw me this little chestnut--he said that if he did have homework or a test, he would try and remember to bring it home. He knows just how to touch my heart.
OTHER STUFF
I need to issue a formal apology. I did not realize that "I Want You to Want Me" was Cheap Trick. I hate that song; I hate Peter Frampton so I just thought that all things I hate must have a common source. Man, I am glad I got that off my chest. As you know, I live in Texas and have allergy problems. I no longer take my 4 shots a week for the problems, not because I got better but because I broke out in what can only be described as a full body hive. Well, I woke up this morning with a big headache--I have taken many many antihistamines and am feeling somewhat groggy. My friend Julie suggests booze for lunch. Man, she is my kind of friend--drunk!
Will--my boo--is reading over my sholder enjoying a piece of chocolate. And now the bear leaves...
Well, I guess I shall close here. I am, after all, at work and should really be using the time they pay me to play Mah Jong on the computer. Hope that you all have a wonderful day.
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WEATHERSTRIP IT!!!!!!!!!!!! WEATHERSTRIP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder where James got his jollity and wit? Hmm.
Don't feel the need to apologize for hating Cheap Trick. The Police they are NOT. I was jes' funnin' with ya, youngster. Remember, chicken make good housepet, KYLE MARK JEREMYYYY.
Ahem.
Who is the bear?
Let me just say, when I read this blog I was amazed. The writer, whom I do not know personally, has a grasp of the human condition. When she speaks, she touches my heart. I feel small in her literary presence. In conclusion, let me just say that Ms. Tumbleweed has awakened in me a sense of wonder and mystery that can only be equaled by my viewing that Scooby Doo episode about the Chupacabra!
I wondered what Will would say about being a bear, though I know him not. But I got the old SNL reference, of course. Now I throw fudge at you! Maybe it will help the full body hive.
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