Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Another Crazy Hair Day for the Grammar School Boys.

last year's crazy hair day*~*~*~*~*~*~*
At least, this year we are more prepared for crazy hair day than at earlier times. We went to the fall festival, something we've been wishing to do all three years that we've been here. The fall festival happens every year and this is Ethan's last one, in Grammar school and I dragged my tired self, out of my bed to go to it. We had volunteered to be on the clean up committee for it. I figured that would make me go. We did. Each of the people stood outside a classroom with a small game for the children to play, like a carnival. The boys had a blast and my clean up team was a blast for me. I get a kick out of blowing the whistle on my troops and getting something done. We did a little half hour of something and I was psyched. We both got what we wanted. Now, if only I could get them to follow me like that at home.:)
So, Now the last crazy hair day came and went without real pomp, like last year. No teaming up on the boys to create an artisic masterpiece to force Dad into cutting the hair the next day. Just MOM putting vaseline and spikes hither and thither. There was really no difference in their hair by the time they got to school. It was fun for them, while it lasted. Every day has a new blessing attached to it. The boys are their own little team right now. Middle school has the Ev girl hopping and the first nine weeks of High School are over for the Enochman. We are well on our way to a profitable school year...As I live and hope...This year's first grader
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Joanne Bodden said...

Jayne Ezra is an amazing combination of you & Ben!! Whew! Wow! Mohawk very powerful hairstyle~ be careful he may start tapping into his Native American roots and you'll be finding him hunting & gathering critters and all!!! LOL
I think the whistle and blow horn may be the answer to all of the worlds problems ! I think you may need that as a Birthday present this year:)! Thanks for the photos

October 27, 2009 at 10:35 AM
Jayne said...

You are right that he is a combination. He decided to spray his mouth with carpet cleaner weeks ago. We learn so much from the mistakes he makes. I had to do the "Heimlich" on him this evening because, at 6, Walkers don't like to chew. You would think I would remember that, by now. LOL. I think we'll keep him.

October 27, 2009 at 8:21 PM

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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.