For the Love of Pete...

We have met the teachers and bought the last three pronged pocket folders in town. Ready for school, who?

I for one am so excited for this school year. And not just because my children will not be home bugging the living bejeezus out of each other all.day.long. We all know that in reality I'm only trading "she's touching me" for the hell that is the car line. Can I get an AMEN?

First we went yesterday to meet Brooke's kindergarten teacher. I do believe I let out a little yell of excitement in the hallway when I saw the class list, the fist pump may have been visible also. But I am just so happy my baby has the same teacher Breanna had. Oh and I don't think it was a co-ink-i-dink that we ended up in that class, seeing as her teacher's greeting included a request for me to volunteer and be room mom. Which OF COURSE, because I pink puffy heart her.

Then this afternoon we went back (good thing the school is all of 1.25 miles from the house) to find out which teacher Breanna got. She has a new to our school, yet veteran teacher from the county to our north. I personally loved him upon first meeting. He took the time to show Breanna his shelves of books and which ones were his favorites. For those of you new here, my 4th grader, she loves to read. She is on book 5 of the Harry Potter series, she has read almost 2000 pages this summer, for FUN. Now there's nothing wrong with Harry, I have read all the books myself, but I do think she needs to widen her interests and this teacher seems to be ready to help her do that. In addition to all the school forms to fill out he had questionnaire for the parents about our kids. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I like the effort he's putting forth to get to know us. Just as important, he has a sense of humor. On the board he had a "Wish List" with things like windex and paper towels and unassumingly stuck in the middle was 2009 Nissan Altima. THAT made me laugh out loud.

Welcome to my I've got to find something to post about today or people will stop reading my blog post. What's that I hear, all 12 of my loyal readers hitting unsubscribe simultaneously? I know, I know, the posting has been lame lately, but I just can't get motivated to do ANYTHING. Hard to believe, what with all those previous confessions about my less than stellar housekeeping and lazy child rearing. Right?

Earlier today it started to rain. Dark thunder and hard showers. Awesome weather to reinforce my hermit ways. I decided that grilled cheese sandwiches + rain = a perfect lunch. So the girls and I sat down at the dining table and turned the tv so we could watch whatever lovely rerun we have seen a million times already this summer was on. And yes, the tv is on a lazy-susan my hubby made for just such a purpose. No our children do not have tvs in their rooms but we watch tv while eating together. Family values, who?

Okay, so back to my confession. I got all excited that said rerun was an episode of Drake and Josh. I KNOW! But I just love them. Okay, really I love Drake. Yes, my entire family and all my friends are aware of my little girl crush on Drake Bell. My girls literally call me in whenever Drake and Josh is on.

I don't know why I just think he's adorable. Yes, I am well aware that I was 16 when he was born, but he's old enough to legally drink a beer these days, so I can think he's cute. Shut up! Yes I CAN!

My little obsession stems mostly from his music. Yes I did take my kids to see him in concert. Okay so they wanted to see Corbin Bleu and Aly & AJ too, but they knew every word to all of Drake's songs. No that has nothing to do with my playing his cd whenever we head out on a long car ride, nothing at all.

And that is my confession this week I have a completely irrational and possibly inappropriate girl crush on a teeny bopper star who is closer to my daughter's age than my own.

Now it's your turn, who's your scandalous crush?

It's Tuesday. Again. Already. I can tell it's almost time for school to start because our once empty calendar is quickly filling up. And that is a good thing, I think. The words for this week are scatter and collect, yet I keep wanting them to be scattered and collected because that's how I am feeling this last week of summer. I feel organized and disorganized all at the same time. You know that nagging feeling that you've left something really important at home as you leave on vacation, even though you've checked everything off your list? Add to that this odd ear ache slushy sinus head thing I have going on and you have my current mood.

Okay so back to the subject at hand, my weak interpretation of this week's word challenge...

I became a newly converted Phelps Phan!

Thank Pete I do have AT&T, so that will never happen to me.

Phelps is willing to make fun of himself. And unless you are new here, you know I love a guy with a good sense of humor.

"If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylum would be filled with mothers." ~Edgar Watson Howe

Want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans. Yep, that pretty much sums up our summer.

Hubby started his new job this week. And so far it seems wonderful. Of course after like 8 years working for an asshole, we are constantly amazed at how the rest of the world is apparently treated at work. In addition to the cool coffee/tea machine, they just set things up for employees to work a flex schedule. So his schedule until the next quarter (for the next 7 weeks) is Mon. to Thurs. 8am to 7pm and HE.HAS.FRIDAYS.OFF! Seeing as the office is across town it will save us on gas and tolls. Plus, did ya do the math? Fridays off = three day weekends! And a day together with no kids! At the start of the next quarter he can decide whether to keep the schedule or change. I would rather he work the 7am to 6pm, but I'm not the one who would be leaving the house at 6:30am as he so kindly pointed out. Oh and this job is the same take home pay as the last job, so we can once again pay the bills, while enjoying fresh fruit. Can I get an AMEN?!

You may have heard, there has been an underground rumbling about my potential time to work, seeing as the girls will both be in school for 6 hours a day. Thus, being able to help pay off the debt we accrued while having no paycheck as we were robbing Peter to pay Paul all summer. Knowing that if I didn't find myself a job, hubby might fill me out an application at McDonald's, I hatched a plan. I called my friend from my last j-o-b, which was OMG 9 years ago, and asked her if anyone in the office might be hiring. Low-and-behold she wanted an assistant and she'd love to have me part time. BUT and it's a big one, she had to get the big boss man, who is getting very chinsy and grumpy in his old age to approve. Unfortunately for us, he did not see the genius in the superior planning we had done and said NO. Well, hell.

Now while I was waiting on the verdict from her I went ahead and threw my meager resume up at Monster.com. I filled it out as a lark, not really thinking anyone would look at it. And because did I mention I needed to look like I was trying to find a job? This is what I wrote...

"I have been a stay-at-home mom for the last 9 years, and now that my girls will be in school full time I am ready to get out of the house part time. Although my last employer was a not for profit, most of my previous job experience is in retail management. My dream job now is to work as a retail merchandiser in the East Orlando or Cocoa Florida area. Setting displays was always my favorite part of working in stores. I can follow a set from Hallmark and America Greetings with one hand tied behind my back. And in a pinch I know how to effectively set my own displays in the space available. Paperwork, reports and time management are no problem either, as I have survived working at a card shop at Christmas."

Not really wanting a job, Who?
And would you believe someone out there got my totally sick sense of humor and emailed me about a legitimate job? And NO it's not to sell vacuums or timeshares. That was last night so I have not talked to the woman in question yet, but I have left a message on her company voice mail, so I know it's the real deal. That's all I got to say about that for now, seeing as I am sure that God has better things to do than laugh at my plans, again.

Okay, so it's true confession day and I've also been tagged for a meme by the lovely Carri over at Sixteen Sisters. I'm supposed to tell you 6 quirks about myself and I have plenty that are embarrassing, yet are not enough for a whole Thursday confession post. So I figure why not multi-task?

1. My kids and I spend more days than anyone outside our immediate household would imagine, in our pjs, all day. My reasoning? Why dirty the laundry if we ain't going anywhere?
2. Sometimes I reread my old blog posts just like I would read the archives of a blogger I have recently discovered... just because.
3. I only make my bed if we know we are having company. Reason? We are just going to sleep in it again. Duh.
4. Our recycling bin is rarely full, even though I drink enough diet cokes, in cans, to caffeinate a third world country. I just don't think about it. Carbon footprint, what?
5. In order to sleep I MUST be cool enough to need a sheet and blanket, even in the dead heat of summer. And I prefer for my house to be so cool I need a throw while watching tv. Wasted electricity, who?
6. I hide the good ice cream from my kids and eat it at night after they are in bed.

And there you have it the bad and the ugly. All I know is it's a good thing there was a limit on these so I would know when to stop.

And now for the da' Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you. (See above.)
2. Mention the rules on your blog. (Here they are.)
3. Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag six fellow bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the six blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Now, watch as I break the rules ('cause Carri set a bad example, or I am lazy, you make the call) and only tag three fellow bloggers.

Pumpkin Delight because I am new to her blog and want to learn more about her.
Hello My Name is DRAMA in an effort to get her to post more often, and maybe learn something new about her too.
Late to the Party ditto on the posting more often idea.


ps Thanks to all who voted for my photo. I came in a respectable 3rd place. I love you guys!