Sunday, February 25, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
The Avenging Unicorn
"Oh Look a pretty Unicorn" said the princess.
"What the...?? Where did he come from?" Said the Business man.
"Oh no he doesn't look to happy."
"Watch OUT!"
"What???...AHHHH...
...Help me" she cried
"... he fainted? ...pussy... I AM THE AVENGING UNICORN."
*at 4 am lets see what you make up
Friday, February 16, 2007
Phlog
Our Trip to "All Fired Up". We get to pick up our pieces tomorrow, I am so excited to see how they look.
they tend to get into the job a little to much.
(this is not one of my kids, Bird would not allow me to take her picture)
(Notice the stocking hat, that I would have never ever would be caught dead in before this last October when the temperatures stayed blow -10 F for weeks)
After a glass of wine at the Brew House, we spent the evening with Bob and Barney, riding around down town Anchorage. The air was fresh it was nice to be down by the water and feel that sea breeze. I have never seen down town like that, we weren't racing around trying to beat the lights, just the slow steady pace of the horses hooves and the jingling of the bells. It was a little scary trying to cross L Street uphill headed east, stopped at a stop sign trying to get through traffic of people that were celebrating Valentines day down town at the bars. I couldn't have asked for a better evening, he even got bonus points for pre-planning and actually making a reservation.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Wishing you an Imploded Valentines....
Thank goodness this in NOT the only Valentines my girls got. NO I did not stick my finger in each and every chocolate of all three boxes. They didn't look old. They weren't melted. They were just imploded. Grandma J saved the day with a package, thanks. Now I am going to Email a chocolate company.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
My sushi tray...I hate fish let alone sushi, I thought it would make a cool spoon caddy.
Tays new coffee mug.
Roses rose vase.
A Byrd Bowl.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Test Bubbles
The event isn’t until the 23d but I am hoping to fill my days with work and evening catching up on house work. So far this schedule has led me to put down my camera. I did get some good shots of a Girl Scout Event…while women spoke and lead activities about their jobs in science I got to sit back and play with some artzy features on my camera.
So far I could work all I want, right now I am not taking anymore non-profit daytime obligations so when my calendar empties I can take some of the steady temp jobs. So far I have worked two half days, tomorrow a third. My first day was okay, if you count the little girl child who intimidated the hell out of me by biting a hole in a stack of papers and struck out to hit me when I mispronounced her name. I have received no training in implementing district discipline policy nor was I warned that she could blow because they are messing with her drugs. What was I supposed to due??? I walloped her butt that’s what! No I learned to ask more question for my safety and sanity. I also learned that on Friday afternoons we have burnt out teachers and wild kids and NOTHING gets done.
Today and tomorrow I am a Proctor…I still don’t know what it is but I updated my date book and wrote a letter and filled in a bunch of little bubbles with my number two pencil for the kids sitting next to me. I learned here that in some cases an IEP may not let a child grow... by not allowing them to fill in their own darn bubbles, if time and ability allows let them do it. Tomorrow I will read math questions, out loud. 2 + 2 = …
Super Bowl was a commercial disappointment, minus the block buster commercial that I missed when the kids had to show me the creek and the farm. I bundled up thinking a LONG walk was in store, then I found we were going to Heathers back yard.... How long do you think it will be until she makes best friends with these neighbors.
The goats were shy at first then they let us see it all. Later Hunter figured out if he "BAAAAAA's" out his bedroom window the goats will answer. Whether is 11am or 11PM, I am sure it will turn into a fun game.
The Chicken finally got the nerve to bear the cold to see what the all the noise is all about... again, they called and the animals come.
There is even something for the fisherman of the house, there are supposed to be fish under this bridge.