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Over the weekend I plan on changing my blogroll from text to photo. If your blog isn’t there, please leave me a comment so I can add it!
Look! I drew you a map!
pls to be clicking and checking.
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 02.28.2008
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The school that RM goes to believes in keeping parents informed, from kindergarten to Grade five, each child is given an agenda that goes from school to home and back again each day. In the agenda the teacher or student keeps track of important events (bad hair day, Rider Pride day, etc) as well as any homework that needs to be done, or tests that need to be studied for.
Even with his handy dandy agenda, RM is notoriously BAD at writing down the things I need to know. For a month or so I kept seeing “Whale Diorama” (not necessarily spelled that way)in his book. Each time I saw it, however, he would have some sort of whale related homework in his bag. I assumed he miss copied or misheard what he wrote. Case in point : One day he had whale diorama written in his agenda and had a whale diagram that needed to be completed in his bag. I assumed his work was getting done.
However, yesterday RM had a note in his agenda stating his Whale Diorama was over due. I replied with the fact that I was completely lost as to what he was supposed to have done and could she either phone or email me with more information. So today after school I get a VERY detailed print out of what is to be done on this project. I do not know if RM was supposed to have brought this paper home at the start of their whale session, or if it is from his teachers books and she copied it for me. What really gets me though, is that the project, worth 50 marks was due on the 15th of February.
Armed with a detailed explanation of what we had to do, Rm and I hit up our local dollar store. 17 dollars, four burns* and two hours later, this is what we ended up with. I say we, because after Rm grabbed the glue gun by the wrong end I was promoted to glue gun operator.
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Here is the finished product. At what age do kids stop using half a roll of tape on one tiny thing? Seriously.
In case you couldn’t see in the other photo, this fish is running away. From the Shark, I assume.
Even though he was to do a Whale diorama, He really wanted a beach. He said that the beach will show that what is in the box is underwater. I was hungry and wanted supper so I just put the glue where he pointed. What are the chances we will be able to unstick that Lego man?
* one was his, not too bad, three were mine, I think I will survive.
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 02.27.2008
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I will only now grudgingly admit that I am happy I did not murder my children last week when they upended a glass of water – very wet water – on my beloved laptop. AND I will only admit it because of this :
I get to keep the new, shiny one.
I do have to wonder though. Is it odd that we IM each other from six inches apart?
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 02.26.2008
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I’ve mentioned in comments here and there that I am getting a new tattoo very soon. Originally my tattoo was going to be a lily from wrist to elbow -ish (inner arm) but after further thought I have reconsidered my decision.
Instead, my new tattoo will be on my hands – yes both of them – and it will read “DO NOT DRINK FROM THE CHILDREN’S CUPS!! (ever)” in a very nice font which I have yet to choose. My hands are the most logical place for this tattoo becuase I will be forced to read it each time my hands reach for a drink that has surely been infested with children’s germs, and upon reading, I can then simply close my fist and repeatedly punch myself in the face, which I am quite sure, would feel better than the burning coals that are currently stuck in my throat.
I am sorry to report that I am most certainly on my death bed. Feel free to tell me how much I will be missed in comments.
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Also – I would like to apologize to a very special person in my life. I forgot her birthday. Had I remembered it I swear I would have driven to her house and sat outside her window (in the cold) and serenaded her until she was forced to call the cops and have me arrested. Then, just before being thrown in a smelly and dank holding cell, I would have used my one and only phone call to ring her and say “Happy Birthday. Uhmmm. Can you come and bail me out?”
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 02.24.2008
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