Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Mom meet Jim

"Mom this is Jim." the baby says to me. I am thinking ok he has an imaginary friend isn't that cute. So being the idiot that I am I pretend to shake hands with Jim. The baby looks at me like I have lost my mind. I am dumbfound at this point, then the lovely little child hold up a tiny piece of plastic and state in all seriousness "This is Jim right here mom can he come to school with us?"
"Why sure honey." I try to hold back the giggles.
"Come on Jim mom says you can go with us."
So the 6 of us, including Jim and the dog, get in the van and off to school we go. We get home and I ask "what happened to Jim?"
"He decided he wanted to stay at the park so I threw him out the window. It's ok because I have real friends anyway."
I have decided that I am not to sure if I want to be friends with the baby you never know when he will throw me out the window!

Hockey was good

Well we got off to hockey and David skated very well. He is one of the older kids this year, next year he will move up an age group. Cam has decided he wants to play, but I don't know if I will let him play this year or wait until next year. He has to understand if I am going to dole out that kind of cash he has to finish the whole season. So I may see if I can get him on the ice once to see if he likes it and if he doesn't then I won't sign him up, but if he does then I will. I will talk to the coach tomorrow and see if we can do that. I am sure he will want to play once he is out there, but I don't want to throw away a hundred bucks either. Colton wants to play and there is no doubt that he would finish the season, but he is still to young, you have to be 4 and he is only 3.
On another note the Vice President is coming home. He will be here for a big fund raiser, of which I won't be attending as I don't know who would pay $1000 to look at Dick. For those of you that didn't know Mr. Cheney and his wife are from Casper, where they raised 2 daughters one of which is a lesbian, ironic isn't it. I won't be going anywhere the day he is here as they will have the whole town staked out, like they did in July when he and Lynne came home for their class reunion, costing tax payers a lot more money than they will make from the little fund raiser.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


Yes while all of you are sad that there has been no hockey, I am preparing to watch my oldest get back on the ice. Tonight is the first night back for my little hockey player. He was so excited last night that he could hardly sleep. He just kept telling everyone who would listen, "I have hockey tomorrow" He had to call his grandparents and tell them, and when dad got home from work he had to tell him. He informed me this morning that I should have all his gear out and ready when he gets home from school. I should have gotten his skates sharpened, but I forgot! So he will have to skate on dull edges tonight and then I will leave them at the rink for sharpening. He actually needs new skates. Me and mom were going to go to Denver this year, but we never made it so I guess my web search for skates is back on! Cam decided that he didn't want to play hockey, but Colton wants to, he has to be 4 before he can play so next year he will get to. Well I am off to do some laundry and make sure all his gear is in his bag!

Monday, September 27, 2004

I don't wanna go to school.

I heard this from both of my boys this morning. David is getting to the point he would rather stay home everyday. Cam usually likes school, but this morning he didn't want to go, and then once we got there he didn't want to get out of the van. It is always hard to leave them when they are like that. I got a note from D's teacher that said he is very unfocused and isn't getting his work done. I have yet to go by his class where there isn't total chaos going on in there, so of course he is unfocused. David needs a structured environment to learn in. You can't have all the distractions or he isn't going to get stuff finished. In my day we went to school we sat in our desks quietly and the teacher taught us. I go to the boys school and look in Davids class. There are 20 kids running around and lots of noise, and she says he is unfocused. I would be unfocused too! What happened to structure? What happened to sit and learn? I am sure that some kids do fine in an unruly, loud, classroom, but I know mine won't. He needs quiet learning time. He goes to the reading teacher now, and he went from not reading at all to reading level 3 books in a 2 week time, she offers structure in her room. It is quiet and he can think about what she is telling him. There are to many distraction in the classroom for him, and I am sure that he isn't the only one. I would be the same way if you put me in a room with 20 kids and all kinds of stuff going on I am not going to finish something I don't find interesting when someone across the room is doing something I would rather be doing. I think there is a time and a place for fun even in the classroom, but there is a time for learning, that is what I send my children to school for, to learn. It is the teachers job to make sure they accomplish this, it is their job to make sure that each child leaves their class with the knowledge they need to move on. So now I have to go in and tell this teacher that it is her fault that he isn't focused. I have to go in and tell her that she and the school district are the ones that are failing, not my child. I find this distressing, I find it distressing that she sends notes saying he is unfocused, and doesn't take the time to get his attention. I know she has 20 kids in her room, but I think that if they put a stop to all the chaos and noise these kids would actually be accomplishing something and learning. I will have to go in and talk to her before I make a judgment call, but if I were a teacher I would see it as a personal failure if one child left my class not understanding everything I was in charge of teaching them. I don't want him to hate school, but I am not sending him there to play games and make noise I am sending him there to learn, and if they can't teach him then I will have to do something else. I don't know what that will be at this point, but I will figure it out.

Just got a call from D's teacher. She is going to work more with him on a one on one basis and he is going to keep going to his reading class. We will see where he is at the end of this quarter. I don't know what to do with him. She said he is always well behaved and there is never a struggle with him like I have with him, but he is just not caughting on. She did says he works better in a small group or one on one, but I know she can't devote all her attention to him, I don't know what to do for him.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

This is Jake.

Jake is a diabetic. He requires 2 shots of insulin a day. He is my baby really. He sleeps with me and goes with me to take the boys to school and pick them up. He understands me more than anyone, and sometimes I feel like he is the only one in the world who really loves me just because I am me. He knows that sometimes I will forget to feed him, so he will bring me his dish set it at my feet and look at me. He knows that at 10 am and 10 pm he has to eat and have a shot, and he knows that he has to help remind me that it is time. He doesn't hold it against me that I forget, he doesn't get mad at me when I look at him and say "you are such a pain!" He just looks at me with nothing but love in his eyes and if I could read his mind he would probably be saying "I know mom, but you love me, and I love you so lets just feed little dog his dinner!" He has had a bad knee from falling down the stairs when he was about a year old, it was slick on the stairs and he twisted it pretty good, and now with age he has developed some arthritis and can't get down the back stairs hardly at all, they scare him because he stumbles and falls down them now. So I take him out the front door around to the gate and let him in the back yard when he wants to go outside, and I go and get him when he is ready to come back in. He is spoiled rotten, the other 2 are almost as spoiled, but not quite as much as Jakeie dog. When you tell him "I love you" he has to kiss you, and he thinks that he can sit in your lap while your driving. He weights 92 lbs so he isn't exactly holdable. He loves the boys and he loves Steve. He will get up in the morning and visit with Steve and then he jumps back in bed with me, he loves Steves spot in the bed, really he would be perfectly happy if Steve would just stay out of the bed. He gets up and puts his head on Steves pillow and then he throws his leg over me and that is how we stay until it is time to get up.
Man I love him and I know he loves me.

Pirates of the Mississippi
Feed Jake

I'm standing at the crossroads in life, and I don't know where to go.
You know you've got my heart babe, but my music's got my soul.
Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme,
And hope they understand me.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake

Now Broadway's like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere.
Whino's passed out on the side walk, doesn't anybody care.
Some say he's worthless, just let him be.
But I for one would have to disagree.
And so would their mama.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake

If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say 'No, he must be straight.'
What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't,
Does it really matter?

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake
If I die before I wake, feed Jake

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Wow he takes some pretty good pictures.

This is what happens when you let your 6 year old play with your digital camera. I was pretty impressed at how good he is at framing things up. I do question is subject matter, well never mind I take that back all the kid does is eat and play and eat some more! I think he will be in charge of taking the photos from now on!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Well since Vadergrrrl brought it up

I suppose I will continue the discussion of why it is so important for us to visit the doctor at least once a year. I had never seen a genealogists before I got knocked up with my first child, I was 26 and in my 2nd long term relationship. Yep you heard me I was 26 before I ever let a doctor look up my goodie. When they did my initial papsmear they discovered that I had some funky looking cells on my cervix. Now they called me at work and told me "your pap came back abnormal." Well ok I have no idea what that meant, I had never been to an obgyn in my life, I had never had a pap in my entire life either. So they schedule me an appointment to take another look up there, but they decide they don't want to do a biopsy just yet because it could be risky to the baby that early in the pregnancy. OK so I have abnormal cells big deal I am thinking. Time goes on and I live with my abnormal cells and I have a pap done ever other month to make sure my cells are not getting any weirder, and then they decide to take some fingernail clippers and biopsy these cells. That is how it felt just like they took the fingernail clippers and started snipping away inside my goodie. They should have told me to bring someone to drive my ass home because it hurt like all get out, but they got their little sample and sent it off to the lab. I had a low grade something or other, which in layman terms some pre cancerous cells, but he got them all off my cervix with those fingernail clippers. I had to go in and have a pap and then 6 months later I had to have another one, until I had 3 good ones in a row. Now I go every year. I would rather find out early and have them clip them away with fingernail clipper than find out when it is to late and I am dying. It didn't really hit me until after the birth of David, but if I had not gotten preganut and I had not gone to the doctor those abnormal cells could have turned into something major. I beg you all to go and have your annual visit with your doctors, it could save your life. I know some of you may have money issue that keep you from going, but call your local health department a lot of them offer free or low cost screening. There are still about 4900 deaths a year just because people don't get screened so go now, and like my friend Vadergrrrl reminded us while your there go ahead and have a breast exam you'll love it! haha

everything you want to know about a pap smear

cervical cancer

Cold and cloudy with a 70% chance of snow

That is what it is like at my house today. I always love the first snow of the year, but this morning was not a good day for the cold. I had all the coats hanging in the closet and they were not there this morning. I hunted high and low for them and couldn't find them. I still don't know what the boys did with them. So I put 2 long sleeve shirts on Cam and the thickest jacket I could find, and I put D in a long sleeve shirt, a jacket, and a sweatshirt. Hopefully they will be warm enough. When I got to the school to drop them off I noticed about half the children dressed the same way as mine, so at least I was not the only mother who couldn't find winter coats this morning.

I had another blog in the works, but decided to delete it as I am just to tired to finish it.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Big John

Sung to the tune of.….Big John

Every mornin' on the Hill you could see him arrive
Standing six-foot-four, weighing one-twenty-five
Kinda' scrawny at the shoulders and lacking a spine
And when he spoke at all, it was mainly to whine…..Big John.

Nobody seems to know what's in John's soul
His 'beliefs' are based on the latest poll
Though he'll say what it takes to get your votes
It's the leftist agenda that he really promotes…..Big John.

Some one said he came from Boston town
Where he joined the Navy and gained renown
'Earning' three purple hearts and one bronze star
The home folks said, "This boy will go far"
Big John........Big John..........Big Bad John.

Then came a day back in '71
When he renounced all the medals that he had won
Then turned against his country and his Navy friends
And sold them out for his own selfish ends…..Big John

He appeared before Congress and on left-wing talk shows
Giving aid and comfort to America's foes
It was clear to see whose side he was on
Some say he helped cause the fall of Saigon…..Big John.

He claims to be for the working poor
Yet he owns 5 mansions from shore to shore
He never had to work a day in his life
Cause he learned it helps to have a wealthy wife!
Big John........Big John.......... Big Bad John.

Now he wants to be our next President
And Commander-in-chief of those he resents:
The American soldiers who fight and die
To give him the freedom to tell us his lies…..Big John

Thousands have sacrificed their young lives
To help ensure that our nation survives
A vote for Kerry is a slap in the face
To all the brave soldiers that he's disgraced
Big John........ Big John.......... Big Bad John.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Some of the best things in life.

I got into bed last night, and like most nights, there was already a small child in my spot. Steve was not home so I scooted his little body over so I could get in. He was sound asleep, and yet he knew I was there. He smiled and snuggled his little frame against me, and I put my arm around him. He grabbed my finger and wrapped his tiny fingers around it. That is how I drifted off, holding my baby tightly against me, listening to the sound of his breathing, and smelling his freshly washed hair. There is nothing better in the world then the smell and feel of your children. I love to hug them, squeeze them, and hold them. I will often just sniff their little head, because they just smell so good. I can not walk by one of them without touching them; giving them a pat on the head, or throwing my arms around their little bodies and just squeezing them. There will be a time when they do not want me to hold them anymore. There will be a time when my kisses do not cure their hurts, and snuggling with mom will not be their safety net anymore. I know it is already happening with David, he does not need me as much as he use to. He is growing up, and I have no choice but to let him. Oh, he will still crawl into my lap, and he will still sneak into my bed late at night, but it is happening less and less the older he gets. I will just have to hold them for as long as they will allow me to, but I will never let go ever, my heart will always hold on to these precious little boys.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Picture day! It is picture day

I am so lucky to have boys! We would have never been able to get a little girl ready on time this morning. I remember picture day for us. It started the night before picture day. Mom would give us our bath, wash our hair, and then she would have an old sheet cut into strips. She would sit us on the table and proceed to wrap small sections of hair in these strips of sheets, they are called rag curls. I would then have to sleep with these torn bits of rags all around my head. In the morning she would unwrap my head and I would have beautiful golden curls to frame my sweet little smile. Mom would have my clothes all ready, a cute little dress, tights, and some cute little shoes. She would dress us and brush our hair, and make us sit still until it was time to go to school, she would then hand us our little envelopes with our $7.00 in it, and we would go off to picture day. When the pictures got back there would always be way more than we ever needed. Even with the boys it took longer to get ready than normal. We got up and I had to iron shirts, and then Cam decided his pants needed ironed too. Ironing is a skill I am sadly lacking the ability to do with any great success. I get the wrinkles out and replace them with creases instead. So having a Cameron, who always wants his stuff ironed is difficult at best for me. Today I had to crease both the boy's shirts. So I got them all handsomed up and took them to school, and told them not to get dirty before pictures, I have to trust that they will heed my words. I put their little envelopes with their $25.00 in their back packs, and they will bring home about a quarter of the pictures that we use to get. It is a good thing picture day only happens once a year.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

This is for Ren, and her shoe fetish.

These dear girl are my feet.
You will notices the worn toes, and the dirt at least it looks like dirt; I hope it's dirt. the calouses don't show up to good, but I will tell you that the bottoms of my feeties are armor plated. I hate shoes, almost as much as I hate John Kerry. You will notice that my feet are as wide as they are long, this has always sucked, and made it hard to find cute shoes that actually were comfortable, and if my feet are not comfortable then the whole world is gonna know it. The only time I put shoes on is when I have to leave my house and go somewhere, and only then if I have to actually get out of the car. I own a total of 2 pair of shoes, one pair of imatation brukenstalks, you know the sandle things made of cork, and one pair of cheap walmart tennis shoes, and I will wear them until the soles fall off and then I will get new ones. I think shoes are evil, and it always shocks me to see things like this I walk barefoot in the snow to the mailbox, I walk barefoot on the hot pavement, I walk barefoot darn near everywhere, like you couldn't tell that from the photo. I have always wonder why people need so many damn shoes, my sister loves them and Ren loves them, and I love my sister and I love Ren, but I would love to have all the money they have spent on shoes, I could take my 2 pair and go on one hell of a vacation! Ok now stop laughing at my ugly, dirt feet and move on people nothing more to see here!

Oh I do wash them every night before I go to sleep, and then I carry the wash rag to bed with me so I can wipe them off before I get into bed, what did you think I actually slept with dirty feet?

after deleting 3 blog enteries and a story for the forum

The words won’t come,
And I stare at a blank screen
And I want to scream
And my mind races with thoughts,
And pictures
And a vision I would love to share
The words won’t come
And I attempt one more time
And I try and try
And I cry and cry
The words won’t come
And I think this will be the end
And my mind won’t bend
And this could be the final chapter
And how can I live happily ever after
The words won’t come

Hey Hey Hey

My Uncle Tommy, who happens to be a Vietnam Vet will be participating in the March for Truth today. This is a march of Veterans against John Kerry. These are the men who fought in the same war as he did. These are the men that would never turn their backs on their brother! The march is airing on Cspan today at noon my time, that is Mountain standard time in one half hour!

oh look at this link

Just hanging out with the boys

That is all we did this weekend just hang out. The boys like to play with the little girl across the street, she is a doll. The four of them get along really well and they play together a lot here lately! Her mom is really nice too, actually I like all my neighbors except for one family, and that is another blog. So we just sat out front and watched them ride bikes and play all day. Last night I was laying with Cam, because he "needed to talk with me", and he was telling me all about life, and school, and playing. I said to him "so what is the meaning of life?" He said "I don't know mom, no one really knows what the meaning of life, it's not like they can teach that at school." He is such a strange little child sometimes. Colton got mad at his brothers last night, his favorite thing to say anymore is "My guys are pissing me off! Oh they just make me so angery!" I just can't think of anything else to say today.

Oh the story game is on again in the forum so click on over there and get writing. Hopefully my story comes out a lot easier than my blog today!

Friday, September 10, 2004

It's official I am a basket case!

Freudian Inventory Results
Genital (36%) you appear to have a pessimistic and regressive outlook on life.
Latency (56%) you appear to have a good balance of knowledge seeking and practicality.
Phallic (73%) you appear to have issues with controlling your sexual desires and possibly fidelity.
Anal (26%) you appear to be overly lacking in self control and organization, and have a compulsive need to defy authority.
Oral (63%) you appear to be overly passive and dependent, wanting things to be given to you instead of working for them.
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Well it looks like I should just go to my padded cell!

Personality Disorder Test Results
Paranoid |||||||||| 34%
Schizoid |||||| 22%
Schizotypal |||||||||||| 46%
Antisocial |||||||||| 34%
Borderline |||||||||||||||| 62%
Histrionic |||||| 30%
Narcissistic |||||| 22%
Avoidant |||||||||| 38%
Dependent |||||||||||||||||||| 82%
Obsessive-Compulsive || 10%
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I need you to iron this shirt mom.

Yes that is what my 4 year old tells me. The kid is 4, what kind of kid cares what they wear when they are that old? Well Cameron does! He insists on wearing a button up shirt, I only bought him 2 button up shirts this year, and he has already worn them both. So the last 2 mornings I have been "I can't wear this shirt to school mom."

"Why? It looks fine."
"Oh mom, I don't look good. I have to look good when I go to school!"
"You look fine sweetie, what is the matter with that shirt?"
"It isn't a dress up shirt mom."
"Sure it is look there isn't a stain one on it, and I don't have a dress shirt for you to wear this morning." He is wearing a polo shirt today, you know with the buttons at the neck and the collar, but no that is not good enough for him!
"Will you go get me somemore then."
"Sure honey."
"Ok, well lets go to the store now."
"You have to go to school right now."
"but I need a shirt."
"You have a shirt on."
"MOM" he says through gritted teeth.
I am sure next year I will have to get him ties to go with his dress shirts! Cameron has always been more of an adult than a child in his thinking. The kid just understands things that most kids his age don't. He doesn't question things like most kids that young do, he just gets it. He was never a "why" child. Both his brother still do the "why mom", not Cam, he is usually answering his brothers "whys". I often tell David and Colton when they ask me why to go ask Cameron, because he can give them the correct answer and give it in such a simple way that they can understand what he means. David ask me the other day "why do people have babies." Before I could answer Cameron says "if people didn't have babies David then there wouldn't be anymore people!" "Really mom?" David said in disbelief. "yes honey that is true." He does things like that all the time, it is like he is an old soul, like he has been here before and brought part of that experience with him this time too. He still enjoys doing the normal kid stuff, but his little mind is always thinking. Some times he frightens me with his knowledge of the world around him, and how easy it is for him to understand things that kids his age normally are not even thinking about. He has explained rainbows to his brothers, and he understands that the earth spins and that is how it gets dark and light, he doesn't believe in monsters, and thinks David is weird because he does. He knows the difference between imagination and real life, and he can use his imagination to create his own little world. He is just so different than his brothers.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

A peek into our morning

7:20 alarm goes off. I stumble out of bed, and feel my way to the coffee pot, sweet wonder nectar of the gods will soon be brewing! I can see a little clearer as I make my way to the bathroom gotta potty before I can move anymore. I then go into the room where my boys are sleeping, or are suppose to be sleeping, most time at least one of them has made their way into the middle of my bed. I stand there a few minutes just looking at them, and then I smell the coffee and it wakes me up a bit more. I gentle sit down on the edge of the bed to wake up David, he hates waking up. "Sugar baby it is time to get up. You have to go to school." He turns over and throws the blanket over his head, usually at this point I can't help myself and I jump under the covers and pull him as close to me as I can and snuggle him up for just a few minutes while I kiss his little blonde head and tell him how much I love him. I know he is awake, but he never responds; he just lays there pretending to still be asleep. I make my way to Cameron, who is usually the one in my bed, and I flop down on the bed. "Hey baby you gonna go to school today?" His eyes pop open, he smiles, and says "Can I have French toast for breakfast?" "Sure" I say "I will meet you in the kitchen." and off I go to make them some French toast. I get the breakfast all ready, Cam is waiting in the living room watching a little TV waking up. I give him his breakfast, and go in to drag the D man out of bed. "Breakfast is ready D, come and eat, hurry up so we are not late." To this I get one open eye as I hear Cam "mom you forgot my milk." I hurry back in to get his milk; give it to him, and rush back to get D out of bed.

"Ok David it is time to get up now, we don't have anymore time left for you to be laying here."

"Ok mom, I want cereal"
"I made French toast already."
"Why did you make French toast? I wanted cereal."
"because Cam asked for French toast."
"why does he always get to pick breakfast? That's just not fair, and I am not getting up."
"He gets to pick because he gets up right away, if you would get up first you could pick breakfast. Now come on little man, you have ten minutes to eat."
On our way out of the room he decides he is not going to school because he didn't get to pick breakfast, and I assure him he will go to school even if he has to go hungry, and then he proceeds to complain about everything. I give him his French toast, he scarves it down, and then goes and takes a shower as I am yelling "and use soap, and wash your hair" Cam at this point is still chewing his first bite of French toast! "Cam hurry up and eat so you can get in the shower." "OK mom" he says and never increases his speed one little bit. David is out of the shower by this time, I go in and smell his head to make sure he washed it, and then he brushes his teeth as I poke a few more bites of breakfast into Cam and lead him to the shower. I make him get wet, I pour shampoo on his little head, he scrubs as I get his toothbrush. "Ok rinse off now Cam." "Ok mom" he says as I hand him his toothbrush in the shower, because we are running out of time and I still need to find some socks that I left in the dryer last night. As I am running down the stair I am yelling "Hurry up Cam, David get yourself dressed."
"I don't know where my clothes are mom."
"David they are in the same place I put them every morning now get dressed damnit"
"Ok mom."
I find 2 pair of socks stumble up the stairs, run into the bathroom, turn off the water, wrap Cam the man in a towel, and find David standing naked in front of the TV.
"Why aren't you dressed?" to which I receive a blank stare as if I couldn't be talking to him.
I shut the TV off, drag him to the couch where I have laid his clothes, and begin cramming them on his little body, then I do the same to Cam as I am telling D to find his shoes, which he usually puts on. In the rare event that he has actually gotten himself dressed I usually find his underwear laying in the same place I left them, and when I ask why he doesn't have them on he replies "OH I don't need them."
Now at this point we have about 3 minutes to get to the school, so they grab back packs I grab Colton and we run to the van, I tear out of the driveway and we make it the few blocks to school just as the bell is ringing.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Boy things have sure change since I was a kid

I had the honor of going to back to school night last night. I always enjoy meeting the teachers. I already know Cam’s teacher, he had her last year and so did David. She is awesome cool and the boys love her. David’s first grade teacher seems very nice, and he has given me rave reviews about her so far. Steve was late getting home from work, because he forgot I was going to school, so I ended up meeting him in the parking lot so I could hand the boys off to him, I took them with me last year and that was just a mistake!

I went to the D mans class first, and I found his little place; sat in his little chair, and his teacher gave us a run down of the things that they would be learning this year. They actually still teach reading, writing, and math, and I was happy to know these subjects are still important, for how long, remains to be seen though. They will also be learning Spanish again this year; they have to teach it from like K to 4th grade or something like that. I find that just insane, for the simple reason that if your going to live in this country you damn well better speak the same language the rest of us do. I think we are to tolerant of foreign cultures moving here and not speaking English, there is nothing that sets fire to my blood more than standing in line at the store and having someone who can’t speak a lick of English reaching into their wallet or purse and pay with their welfare card. I would never be so rude as to move to their country and not speak the same language. I have nothing against Spanish speaking cultures, or any other culture for that matter, but I think it should be mandatory for anyone living in the United States to speak the freaking language. When the settlers first started coming here they were not all from England, there were a lot of them from other non English speaking countries, and yet they learned to speak English so why do we settle for anything less now days…OH yeah I was talking about back to school night, sorry.

They also get to go to PE and music class twice a week in first grade. I can see the importance of going to both these classes 2 times in a week! With all the overweight, unhealthy kids these days it is important to have gym class, I think they should have it everyday, and just cut out the reading and writing, because lets face it being active and attractive is much more important than being able to read or write. D’s class is full of active, normal sized kids so PE is really paying off. Music class, I have fond memories of music class, it happened every other week when I was in grade school. I think that is probably what is wrong with me today; there was not enough music class when I was growing up. I was happy to know that they get to go twice a week, really if our kids can’t sing twinkle twinkle little star how far in life do we expect them to go? They get art class once a week too, isn’t first grade one big art class? I was surprised to find that they also get to go to computer lab once a week.

Computer lab was something we didn’t have when I was growing up, hell I didn’t even know what a computer was when I was in first grade, it was after all some 27 years ago when I was in first grade. It is good to know they get a little fun time on the computers once a week. I know technology is just not as important as PE or music class, what will they ever use it for really? It is not as if they could actually get a job with computer skills, but at least they get a little fun time aside from all the learning they will have to be doing.

I think this year will be a good year for my little man. His favorite time is recess and they get three of those a day.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

All right I'll post

I just didn't even feel like logging on the computer this weekend. I tried a few times would read one blog and then log off. So we are on week 2 of school, and I have already lost my mind! I was suppose to get the film developed for Cam's pre school class and I forgot, so I ran to Walgreen to the one hour film developer thing. Well I was trying to get the film back to class before it was out, so they could put their pictures on the covers of their portfolios. I got to Walgreen at 9:45 and at 11:25 they just finished my film, well school gets out at 11:30 so I had to race back to the school and get Cameron. I was almost ten minutes late, and they didn't get the pictures in time! It is back to school night and Mrs. Shreve likes to have their stuff all ready to show the parents! I am leaving the boys home with Steve and then I am going to go to back to school night and meet D's teacher. I am really lucky because I got to know Cam's teacher really well last year. David and Cam both had her last year, and she is a great teacher. Thankfully Cam wasn't worried about me being late to get him; he knew I would be right there. As I walked into the school I remember that I have forgotten to give D lunch money, so I ran into the office to give them some money so he can eat this week. The girls assured me that they would never not feed one of the kids, they would have charged his lunch and sent me a note home, so I guess I am not the only one who has forgotten lunch money! We didn't do much this weekend. Mom and dad came Sunday and we spent the day at homedepot and went to Red Lobster for lunch, and last night I got to talk to Vadergrrrl for a bit, which was good because I had been worried about her, and then I got a call from Tricia, and those were the exciting 3 day weekends events in my world.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Well if I can wake up long enough to blog!

I don't know what has been wrong with me, all I seem to do these days is sleep. Thursday I was in bed at 9:30, slept until 7:30 friday morning, got up went with the boys to school to do my volunteer time at the preschool, came home and by 4 I was napping, I didn't get up until 7:30, then last night I was in bed at 10 and I didn't get up until 11 this morning. I could go lay down and take a nap now. What the heck is up with that, I seem to go from one extream to the other.

Anyway I went to preschool with Cam on friday. It is always fun to go watch them in school. I have to have 2 hours a week of time in to keep him in school. Sometimes that gets a little hard to do because I have to bring Colton with me a lot of the time, and they really don't like me to have to do that, but I don't have anyone here who can watch him. He could have actually went to school this year, but I was not ready to let him go! I really wasn't ready to let any of them go, but sending the baby this year was just not something I could do. I am actaully off to clean house today. With all this napping I have not gotten a thing done around here.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

School Daze

the boys

Sometimes I don't know where the days have gone. It seems like it should be Tuesday and it is Thursday. I lose days a lot. Really I don't know where summer went, it seems like the boys should just be getting out of school, and not starting back. Yesterday was Cam's first day. He loves school, he loves to learn. He will be my little smart kid, while his brothers will do just enough to stay on whatever team they are playing on, book learning is not Davids thing he is a little jock all the way. Cam enjoys tossing the baseball around and he likes playing basketball and football, but he just isn't passionate about it like D is, no David could throw a ball before he could walk. He got one of those playschool basketball hoops for his 1st birthday and he would stand back and shoot, making more shots then he would miss. He would get so upset at himself when he missed. Cam just never had the passion for that kind of thing, don't get me wrong he is a very active child. He loves to run and ride his bike, and play outside, but give him a book, and tell him what the words are and he so much wants to be able to read it all by himself. He will sit and make up stories to go along with the picture, and he will count things just to count them. Cameron wants to know everything and absorbs information like a sponge, and David wants to know the rules of the game and how to play it. It is funny how they can be so close in age and differ so much from each other. You asks D what his favorite thing about school is and he will tell you "Playing football at recess". You asks Cam the same thing and he will tell you what book they read or that he is learning to spell his whole name everyday it is something new with him. Then there is the baby, he wants so badly to go to school with his guys. Yesterday when Cam got home Colton just kept telling him "Your my best friend Cam" "I love you Cam, your my best friend", "Mom, Cam is my best friend." I think that he thinks if he really butters Cam up then he will let him go off to school with him. I am not ready for him to go off to school, but next year I will have to let him go too, I don't know if I have enough tears for 3 of them to leave me at once. It seems like all I have done this week is cry.