First Day of School

It sounds odd to have a first day of school in the month of April, but Paden had a great day. As usual, being the sometimes neurotic mother that I am, I thought maybe I should take him myself instead of letting the dayschool do it, but I thought the more normal it appeared the less a deal would be made of it. Paden's little buddies Seth and Letrell watched out for him and made sure he knew where he was to put his shoes and little things like that...they were the three muskateers - so sweet.

First thing yesterday morning, Paden comes into the bedroom and says, "mom, I need cologne"...this would have been a cereal milk up the nose moment had I been in the kitchen...lucky for me I was running a bit slow yesterday...
"Really??? Why would you need cologne bud?"
Insert lame eye roll in here - "Mom, i'm really busy during the day, and I sweat all over" he says motioning all over his body with his hands like he had the heebie jeebies...it was all I could do to keep a straight face - to him this is very big boy stuff... " oh, and deodorant too" (which comes out sounding like dee-oh-doh-ahnt)...

Just as long as it's a few years til he asks for the keys to the truck...yeah I know, that will come quickly enough...leave me to my illusions for a few years, huh??!!

The Word for the Month....'Change'

Let's see....in the last month what has changed....

Changed my job
Changed my house for an apartment
Changed my city
Changed my vehicle (which is only temporary until the crunch from getting tboned by an @$$hole is fixed)
Changed my mode of transportation to work (I'm now an 'lrt'er)
Changed the batteries in my remote
Changed the garbage
Changed my outlook on things

whew....busy month.

...and changed my blog to a more cheery color...

Huurrrrrry!!!!! Huuuurrrrrrry Haaaaaaaaarddddd.....

LMAO!!!
'no, never...no....offf.....way offf.....ok, yeah...yeah yeah.....hurrrrrryryyyyy!!!!!!!! hhhurrrrryyyy harrrrrdddd!!!!!

Geez!!!! Make up your mind already!!!!

All that excitement that is the Brier.
My folks are coming out to Calgary from the Maritimes for the event. Can't wait!!!

What's more Canadian than going to the "Patch" to see the Stampeders....hilarious! If I'm not mistaken, I think that was the very first concert I ever went to...my dad took me...the music was great, but I couldn't understand why half way through I got the munchies!!!

Handicapped by Bad Manners

Before I get in to this blahg, let me first just say that I have (normally) an infinite amount of patience with most things. That, of course, is my disclaimer because while I maintained my patience and gave this individual one of my most best 'f*@& you' smiles, I was, in my mind, cartooning like bugs bunny throttling daffy duck....

So I'm arrived at my son's school to pick him up and am a few minutes early. I park my vehicle and proceed to peruse through my email, play a little breakbreaker - you know, something to while away the time...

Suddenly there is a tap on my passenger side window. I look up, smile, unroll the window and say hello to the unkempt older woman to was standing by my car.

Her: Can you move you car? You're in my spot in front of my house... (now, while you're reading that, do so in a snarky whiny manner..)

OOOoooo, no hello, no good afternoon, no nothing....yikes, what has this ladies' knickers in a twist!???

Me: Oh! I'm sorry (big smile), I didn't realize this was reserved parking.
Her: It's not, but you're in front of my house and I'm handicapped.
Me: Well, I don't have a problem moving my car, but I didn't realize it belonged to you as from what I can tell, this is a public street.
Her: Well! That's why I have the sticker in my car.
Me: I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you do or don't have in your car.
Her: I was only gone for five minutes....
Me: Yep, that's about right as I only arrived about 4 minutes ago. I've already told you I'd move my car.....
Her: I need that spot cause I'm handicapped you know!...
Me: Yes (another really big smile) you've already mentioned that. May I suggest that you request the City put a handicapped sign out the front of your house here, so that the average school mom who is coming to pick up their child, does not inadvertently park in 'your' spot???...
You have a nice day now! (ala scarlett o'hara)....

Now this is the part that chaps my @$$....as I'm pulling out to give the wench 'the' coveted parking spot, I noticed she was parked only two cars behind me!!!! two!!!! hell, she had to walk to me and back, like it was any further....OY!

That's "!T"!!!

My six year old precocious one brings home spelling lists on a weekly basis.
We've had word groups that end in 'um', 'ar', 'am' - that kind of thing.
He's gotten into the habit of 'adding' extra words to increase his marks, like last week he got 16/9 because he added 7 extra words in the word group...competitive? wherever would he have gotten that from?
So last week was the 'it' group (you can probably guess where this is going...)
'So how was your test, bud?'
'Good! I got extra bonus points!'
'That's excellent!', says I.
'Yeah, and XXXXX (his buddy in class) got extra points too, but he also lost points for inappropriate words...', he says cheerfully...
Hmm, as my mind wanders, I ask myself, do I want to know?....probably not, but Paden is chomping at the bit..
'The teacher says that sh!t and tw!t are words but didn't get counted because they're inappropriate....

I struggled to keep a straight face and failed miserably.