Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ugggggh! Good Grief, Charlie Brown!


They have my mind spinning like a top. I have to know, is it passive aggressive? Is it aggressive aggressive? She has your toes and fingers and self care consideration. She is the 4th child and all sympathies for everyone, but she is going to make me crazy! I understand that everything is all about her at this age. I understand that nothing can happen for anybody else, but I do not understand this spinning of the days on me. (she claims it was an honest mistake of the days.)
I took off from work early to go to my middle son's graduation meeting.(not because I wanted to) I do understand that although he never really makes a big deal about stuff that I miss for him. It is going to form his conscious thought. So I did it. I don't really like these meetings about stuff like this, but I did all that for the big girls and now I am not going to miss the fun for Ethan. He is the one that is destined to be overlooked, just by his position in the family. That is the mental struggle throughout the day. Should I or shouldn't I. I hate these meetings. I hate this rigormorol. But, I did it, I took off early. I got my mind ready to meet these people. Evvy says no, no my registration for High school is today. We must do both. Let me come with you. How come I didn't realize this? How come this is not something that was on my refrigerator list of things to do? This should have been a red flag. Okay, we will try to do both. Evvy comes with me to make sure that I don't miss this for her. Their schools are right next door to eachother, so I wasn't too upset about the missed thing in my mind.
I went to Ethan's meeting and put my name on the little listy thing and talked for a minute with the early birds and left. That was what I wanted to do anyway. Now, to the Middle School for more of the same, no. It is at Enoch's school a mile away. Are you kidding me?
It is a good thing the cows were out grazing and the sun was a beautiful hue of pink and gray after the storm or I would have been "upsetter". Yep.
We pulled into the parking lot and it was awefully quiet for such an occurrence. Even I said this is uncanny. When we did this for Enoch, we couldn't get a parking space in the whole lot. Guess what, it wasn't the night. It is a curricullum fair and it is tonight, not last night. Ms. AP Social Studies wants to see her curricullum before the time. I am not taking off again tonight for this. I am tired and very angry at the mess up. On the way back home "Contessa" (Daddy's baby girl) Texted her girl friend who texted back that the meeting was tonight and not yesterday. Uggggh! I felt like Charlie Brown on his back after having tried to kick the football again! Good grief, Charlie Brown, can't you get anything right?
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2 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Hey Jayne Ugghh is so right I am little confused tho ~ when was the meeting for Evvy the "Contessa" is it Tonight Tuesday night? Can Ben go?
I have been working on a blog about Muhammed Ali Sometimes you just need to pump yourself up Stutter step & come out swinging your Pretty float & sting" LOL

February 23, 2010 at 10:26 AM
Jayne said...

"Float like a butterfly..." They cancelled the meeting. Tonight. It was raining:(. Awwwww LOL.
You know how I love meetings. Class trip today? Contessa got to go canoeing finally! She's pleased, she caught the missed show on the reruns. Ha. Love ya for your comradery.

February 23, 2010 at 6:03 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.