Mommafied

Ah, my poor, neglected blog. I have so many good intentions, just like I have good intentions to REALLY get serious about following WW and lose this damn butt that keeps following me around!!

SO. let's just pretend I was never MIA and jump right back in...

I stopped at the grocery store tonight on the way home from gymnastics. Picked up two big bunches of bananas and started walking over to get cereal. Saw a guy in a baseball cap who looked familiar. He was with a young teenage-ish girl. I smiled and said hello, he returned the smile and said hi back. I madly tried to place where I knew him from - gymnastics? swimming? the Y? school?? soccer? - but it eluded me.

As I grabbed the Cheerios, I realized where I knew him from.

CD covers. Music websites. CNN.

It was Garth Brooks.

I love the fact that I immediately jumped to child-related activities for that!

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Last week was Teacher Appreciation Day. Our PTO sends home notes with "suggestions" for each day. I'm sure some people find this pushy, but I'll tell you what - I appreciate it. They take the "OMG, what do I get??" out of it.

Anyway, Thursday was "make your teacher a card" day. I sat both girls down at the table with cardstock and markers, told them to make their cards, and went out to mow the lawn.

When I came back in, the cards were finished and on the table. The children were in bed. I read the cards.

H had written "PS - Am I your favorite student?" PPS - Just checking to make sure!" on hers, which cracked me up.

A's took the cake though. Always one to outdo her big sister, she took hers to extreme, writing "PS - Are you my favorite teacher? PPS - Just checking to make sure!" on hers.

I about died laughing, hoping both teachers would appreciate the humor in the cards.

I also emailed them a disclaimer, stating DH had overseen the card operation, and I hoped they both found them as funny as I did.