Silence

Where oh where is my iPod charger??
Do you have it????

Cupcakes for Everyone!

Dylan's birthday was last week, but I finally got around to making cupcakes for his class yesterday. I made 32, even though there are only 16 kids in his class.
This is how it's done, CUPCAKES FOR EVERYONE!!!
- and I mean everyone. I had 4th graders coming up to me telling me how good they were. (Dylan is in 5th)
Now, as a teacher at the school, we have a secret code that we follow when a child brings us a birthday cupcake.
We ask them....
"Did you make these or did mom?"
(lots of ohhhhhing and ahhhhing on our part)
Now, here is the tricky part.
If the kid says;
"My mom made them." We anxiously accept the cupcake and devour it before another class comes in and puts their hands all over it begging for it.
If the kid says:
"I made them!!!".......we very graciously take one and then when the kid is gone, we toss it in the garbage....for obvious reasons. (If you don't know what I'm taking about please read my 2/17 entry, "A One Way Ticket To Hell on the Cruise Ship Barf)
So when my fellow teachers jokingly asked me if I made the cupcakes I assured them I did and added that I was playing with my feet between batches.
They ate them anyway.

Tag! I'm it!

I have been tagged by Wishful Thinking.
I now have to share with you 10 weird things about me.
Oh, here goes;

1 - I can wiggle my ears.
2 - I have to brush my teeth as soon as I finish eating.
3 - I constantly press the "door lock" button when in the car.
4 - The only time I chew gum is while driving.
5 - I cannot whistle.
6 - I have all my wisdom teeth...and yet, I still act as dopey as ever.
7 - The only thing I put in my coffee is a little milk. I like coffee flavored coffee.
8 - I think bathroom humor is great! (possibly because I'm the mother of an 11 y/o boy)
9 - I usually dance while cleaning up after dinner.
10 - I know all the words to The Devil Went Down to Georgia and the Logical Song by Supertramp.

Well, there you go. More than you'd ever want to know about me, except of course my talent for singing Charlie Daniels tunes.
Now I have to "tag" 10 lucky bloggers.
Ok here goes:
Milissa
Call Me Soccer Mom and Die
Tiffany
Tic Toc Goes The Clock
Scrapbook Trends
Flip Flop Mom
Coffee Talk
The Babblings Of Mere
Overstuffed
Birgit

All Good Things Must Come To An End

Back to school yesterday.
This vacation went by much too quickly. I was really getting used to being home again. Not that I accomplished all I had to do.
There are still loads of clean, unfolded laundry lying about.
I never tire of hearing, "Mom, do I have any clean socks?"
"Hang on D, let me sift through the load in the living room." ( you think I'm kidding, right?)
Even though I love my job, I can't help but look forward to the end of the year.
43 days, but who's counting.
We only have one more day off - Memorial Day, but I think I can make it. Then, 2 weeks off and then....CAMP!
I'm really looking forward to it this year. I love the people I work with. I can't wait.
You know, there is no way I am actually a 40 year old mom.
There must be something seriously wrong with me if I am looking forward to attending day camp.

Had a little mojo flow this weekend and created this layout about my 2 days as a "straight" person.

I love Worldwin Cardstock. The colors and textures are great. I'm glad I'm working with them.

You have to check out this blog Wishful Thinking
She finds the neatest things!

Sugar Sugar Sugar...and fart bags.

The Easter Bunny brought lots of sugar.


He also brought some "fun" stuff like this.

That's a Fart Bag.
You squeeze it, throw it, and it explodes.
The smell is HORRIBLE!
I made sure we brought them up to my brother's house.

We were greeted with over 100 plastic eggs full of sugar which resulted in The Great Sugar Crash of '07

My wonderful sister-in-law cooked a 300 pound ham which I tried to help transfer from pan to cutting board and ended up getting ham juice all over the front of me. I was able to throw my top in the wash and thank God I decided to wear that tight white shirt underneath and was able to walk around with that on. Such a good look for me.
I had a great time with my brothers.
They are so funny.
But I'm funnier....and older.
Oh wait, that's not a good thing is it?

Peeps In Peril

Photojournalism at it's best.

Eleven

Da na na na na na na na
They say it's your birthday
Da na na na na na na na
We're gonna have a good time.....

Eleven, or has Dylan likes to say, double baseball bats.
I can't believe it.
It really does go by quickly.

So, here's to my 11 year old shortstop.
My very accomplished violin player.
My brainiac.
My comedian.
My little boy.

Happy Birthday.
I love you!

Me! Me! Me!

Being a working mother is tough.
Oh stop rolling your eyes.
I know, I just started working this year and
I know I act like I'm the ONE and ONLY working mom,
but come on - it's hard.
Plus, having a 10 year old who, on any given day has
baseball
violin
religion class
boy scouts
AND 4-5 hours of homework doesn't make it any easier.
I think the kid needs a personal assistant.
Oh wait, that's ME.
And don't bother telling me he's "over scheduled" ok?
Those events often fall on the same day, same time
and we decide ahead of time which ones
we'll absolutely flip-out about missing,
we do exactly that, flip-out,
and then we sulk appropriately .
Sometimes you have to take a little time for yourself.
I find it's best to do so before the urge to torture small animals becomes so strong that................nevermind.
Yeah, that's the point I've gotten to, so the next few days are...
ALL ABOUT ME!
Had a mani-pedi this am. And a MAN did it. Loved it.
I'll definitely go to him for my next manicure (6 months).
Getting the curls cut tomorrow, hi-lites Thursday.
In between I have to get Dylan from Bobby's house, run him to violin, then baseball.
Afterwards I'll write out his birthday invitations and then run to the post office to mail them,
but I'll be sure to wear flip-flops so I can look at my new toes.
You know I already ruined my manicure, right?
..........where is a squirrel when you need one...........

Things to ponder on a beautiful Sunday morning.

1- Why does a 10 year old boy flip out when his mom picks out a perfectly nice sweater for him to wear to church?

2- How much jail time would a mom serve for jamming a sweater down a 10 year old's throat?

3- Where do the snails in my backyard come from and how do they get there so quickly?

4-When you get a new car, how long before you stop turning on the wipers when you mean to signal?
How many more times will you lock yourself INSIDE this new car?

5- Will your 10 year old son ever stop going into hysterics whenever you do that?

6- Who the hell left that Borat message on my cell phone?

Bad Mama

Yesterday.
Home from school.
Hurry!!! Baseball!!!
Here, have a PB&J sandwich, energy for practice.
Hurry up, do homework, you have practice.
We have to be there early, we missed the first one because you were sick.
Here are you clothes.
Hurry up, get changed.
Is your homework finished??!!!!
Hurry!!!!
Get in the car!!!!!!
Hurry!!!!!!!
Drive to the field.
First one's there. Good.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Hmmmm...........
Did the coach say this field?
Hmmmm.............
Let's drive to the other field.
Hurry!!! Get in the car!!!!
Now we're late!!!!!
Speed to the other field!!!!
Hurry!!!!
No one there.
Hmmmm...............
Call coach.
No answer.
Drive around.
Hurry!!!!!
Ring, ring....
Coach.
Hi, where are you??? We're ready!!!!! We've been hurrying!!!!!! We're ready!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!???????
Practice was yesterday.
Shit.
MOM!
sorry.

The Curly Girl is back.

Yup, the curls won. I was my old self today.
I walked into school all curly and one of the first kids I saw said:
"Mrs. M! You're back!"
Yes, I think everyone was more comfortable with the curls.
That's who I am, curly, unpredictable, a little crazy, fun.
Curly Girl, that's me.

Had a little burst of mojo around 5pm and managed to crank this out:

I used the always wonderful Worldwin Cardstock
Zsiage paper
Zsiage chipboard letters

Curly? Straight?

Thank you for all the nice comments about my straight hair and ginormous forehead. You are too kind.
So here are some comments about my new hair from the kids at school:
"It's SOOOO much better"
"I don't like you that way"
"Who are you?"
"OH MY GOD"
"You look scary"
Yeah, so the curls will be back tomorrow. I didn't feel like doing my hair today so I made sure I didn't move an inch while I slept, and then I did all these crazy moves in the shower to prevent the hair from getting wet, I'm sure I could teach a yoga class now.