Life lessons, from my back to yours.
Do not--I repeat, DO NOT--use Tae Bo as a method of "letting off steam." Sure, in the midst of your emotionally-driven workout, you may start roundhouse-kicking like Jackie Chan. However, when you wake up the next morning, you will quickly realize that you are NOT, in fact, a world-reknowned martial arts champion. What you ARE, however, is an almost-29-year-old woman with what is now a very bad back.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
What is that NOISE?
Tonight, at periodic intervals, we've been hearing this horrible rattling sound coming from the bedroom. We turned off the fan, since it sounded like something was caught in the blades--and then we heard the machine-gun-like noise erupt from the back room AGAIN.
"What the HELL?!" asked Jeff. "I thought you shut the f(*#&&ing fan off!"
"I DID!!" I replied, so Jeff went into the bedroom and yanked the plug out of the wall. Finally, peace and quiet....for about 7 minutes. Then.....rat-a-tat-tat-tat buzzzzzzzzz (think: cell phone or pager vibrating on top of a desk). The problem is that the noises would come in such short bursts that each "episode" was usually over by the time we were able to run down the hall into the bedroom.
We just heard it again about 10 minutes ago--and this time, Jeff was able to hurdle over me and my chair quickly enough to make it to the bedroom door and get a fix on the general direction of the source. "It sounds like it's coming from near the dresser!" he exclaimed.
Oh, shit. I had a sinking suspicion that I suddenly knew what we kept hearing.
I opened my bottom drawer and sat by the bed to wait. Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, one of my bullet vibrators with an apparently-defective battery started rattling around in the wooden drawer. (This was not one of my quietest toys to begin with, let alone when it's in a small, enclosed wooden space.)
I retured to the computer room and, with as much dignity as I could muster, informed Jeff that I had "fixed the problem."
He was laughing too hard to answer.
Tonight, at periodic intervals, we've been hearing this horrible rattling sound coming from the bedroom. We turned off the fan, since it sounded like something was caught in the blades--and then we heard the machine-gun-like noise erupt from the back room AGAIN.
"What the HELL?!" asked Jeff. "I thought you shut the f(*#&&ing fan off!"
"I DID!!" I replied, so Jeff went into the bedroom and yanked the plug out of the wall. Finally, peace and quiet....for about 7 minutes. Then.....rat-a-tat-tat-tat buzzzzzzzzz (think: cell phone or pager vibrating on top of a desk). The problem is that the noises would come in such short bursts that each "episode" was usually over by the time we were able to run down the hall into the bedroom.
We just heard it again about 10 minutes ago--and this time, Jeff was able to hurdle over me and my chair quickly enough to make it to the bedroom door and get a fix on the general direction of the source. "It sounds like it's coming from near the dresser!" he exclaimed.
Oh, shit. I had a sinking suspicion that I suddenly knew what we kept hearing.
I opened my bottom drawer and sat by the bed to wait. Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, one of my bullet vibrators with an apparently-defective battery started rattling around in the wooden drawer. (This was not one of my quietest toys to begin with, let alone when it's in a small, enclosed wooden space.)
I retured to the computer room and, with as much dignity as I could muster, informed Jeff that I had "fixed the problem."
He was laughing too hard to answer.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
In case you didn't get the email...
I've lost another 10 lbs! Yes, I'm quite excited about it. I weighed myself at the S's today (their scale is in line with the mall scale. I know this because I weighed myself on the S's scale once during my nanny days. Convinced that the number I saw couldn't POSSIBLY be right, I promptly packed the kids into the car for a More Accurate Scale Search. As it turns out, their scale WAS correct, as I got the same reading at the mall).
Anyway, I wasn't going to weigh myself because it's, um, an "inopportune" time of the month, but I couldn't help myself--I haven't weighed myself in a whole MONTH. At first, I looked down and thought that the needle was hovering at 165, which is what I weighed LAST time; then I looked closer and realized it was at 1*5*5. Whoo hoo!! (Yes, I'm gonna "cowgirl up" and put my real weight out there for everyone to see--if they can do it on Celebrity Fit Club, then so can I.)
So now, I'm 10 pounds away from my initial goal of 145. Like I told Renee earlier today, I don't want to get TOO excited yet; once student teaching (and the cold weather) hits, it will be more difficult for me to work out regularly, not to mention that I'm sure to reach the dreaded plateau that all dieters eventually face. Bottom line, I know that the weight won't always come off this consistently and steadily--so I'm enjoying it while it lasts while also building a "buffer weight loss" for the future.
(Sadly, my first thought upon seeing my new weight was, I shit you not: "Whoo hoo! I should go to McDonald's tonight to celebrate!")
I've lost another 10 lbs! Yes, I'm quite excited about it. I weighed myself at the S's today (their scale is in line with the mall scale. I know this because I weighed myself on the S's scale once during my nanny days. Convinced that the number I saw couldn't POSSIBLY be right, I promptly packed the kids into the car for a More Accurate Scale Search. As it turns out, their scale WAS correct, as I got the same reading at the mall).
Anyway, I wasn't going to weigh myself because it's, um, an "inopportune" time of the month, but I couldn't help myself--I haven't weighed myself in a whole MONTH. At first, I looked down and thought that the needle was hovering at 165, which is what I weighed LAST time; then I looked closer and realized it was at 1*5*5. Whoo hoo!! (Yes, I'm gonna "cowgirl up" and put my real weight out there for everyone to see--if they can do it on Celebrity Fit Club, then so can I.)
So now, I'm 10 pounds away from my initial goal of 145. Like I told Renee earlier today, I don't want to get TOO excited yet; once student teaching (and the cold weather) hits, it will be more difficult for me to work out regularly, not to mention that I'm sure to reach the dreaded plateau that all dieters eventually face. Bottom line, I know that the weight won't always come off this consistently and steadily--so I'm enjoying it while it lasts while also building a "buffer weight loss" for the future.
(Sadly, my first thought upon seeing my new weight was, I shit you not: "Whoo hoo! I should go to McDonald's tonight to celebrate!")
Friday, August 12, 2005
I don't even know what to say.
This article just gutted me for two reasons. First of all, it's titled "Aug. Death Toll for Reserves in Iraq Soars," and it examines how deadly the first 10 days of August have been for Reserves and National Guard members in Iraq (Thomas in NG). So it's a scary article for me to read to begin with.
However, there's another aspect that makes this article even more heartbreaking. The soldier featured, both in the article and in the photo, was one of "our" guys. Even worse, his Angel is a friend of mine. She received word of her soldier's death on her 21st birthday. She got the call while she was writing him a letter.
http://apnews.excite.com/article/20050812/D8BU7N0G0.html
This particular death hit me especially hard. I didn't know him while he was alive, but in the days since he was taken from us, his Angel and I have talked, and she's shared with me some stories about him, both funny and poignant, and even shared some of his words with me. Getting a glimpse into the soul of this man who was so excited to come home and resume his life--truly, there are no words for how painful it is. My heart aches for his family, friends and Angel, who have all lost such an amazing man. Hell, we've ALL lost him. Some of us just don't know it yet.
As an Angel, it's getting pretty damn hard to "keep our helmets on," as we say. How do I continue to support my troops when I'm feeling so broken and empty inside myself? I feel like I'M running out of steam. And yet they need us, now more than ever.
My first thought, of course, is, "Bring them the f*#& home!! How many more have to be killed over there?" But then, just today, on the Angel board, another one of our soldiers posted about how much he believes in what they're doing over there and how much of a difference they're making. So hell, if HE believes in the mission, than who am I to say it's wrong?
I don't know anymore, guys. I honestly can't even tell you how I feel about this war. I don't even KNOW if I support it or not. I've moved from one end of the spectrum to the other and now...I don't know. I want Thomas home. I want them ALL home. And I pray, all the time, for the families and friends who, almost every day, receive the devastating news that their loved one isn't coming home.
I'm sorry so much of my focus has been on the war lately. No, actually, I'm not. "Sorry" isn't the right word. I know it's not much fun to read these posts. But like it or not, this is what's going on over there, and I owe it to every single person, both those who have lost their lives and those who are still fighting, not to close my eyes or stick my head in the sand. Like it or not, it's real.
This article just gutted me for two reasons. First of all, it's titled "Aug. Death Toll for Reserves in Iraq Soars," and it examines how deadly the first 10 days of August have been for Reserves and National Guard members in Iraq (Thomas in NG). So it's a scary article for me to read to begin with.
However, there's another aspect that makes this article even more heartbreaking. The soldier featured, both in the article and in the photo, was one of "our" guys. Even worse, his Angel is a friend of mine. She received word of her soldier's death on her 21st birthday. She got the call while she was writing him a letter.
http://apnews.excite.com/article/20050812/D8BU7N0G0.html
This particular death hit me especially hard. I didn't know him while he was alive, but in the days since he was taken from us, his Angel and I have talked, and she's shared with me some stories about him, both funny and poignant, and even shared some of his words with me. Getting a glimpse into the soul of this man who was so excited to come home and resume his life--truly, there are no words for how painful it is. My heart aches for his family, friends and Angel, who have all lost such an amazing man. Hell, we've ALL lost him. Some of us just don't know it yet.
As an Angel, it's getting pretty damn hard to "keep our helmets on," as we say. How do I continue to support my troops when I'm feeling so broken and empty inside myself? I feel like I'M running out of steam. And yet they need us, now more than ever.
My first thought, of course, is, "Bring them the f*#& home!! How many more have to be killed over there?" But then, just today, on the Angel board, another one of our soldiers posted about how much he believes in what they're doing over there and how much of a difference they're making. So hell, if HE believes in the mission, than who am I to say it's wrong?
I don't know anymore, guys. I honestly can't even tell you how I feel about this war. I don't even KNOW if I support it or not. I've moved from one end of the spectrum to the other and now...I don't know. I want Thomas home. I want them ALL home. And I pray, all the time, for the families and friends who, almost every day, receive the devastating news that their loved one isn't coming home.
I'm sorry so much of my focus has been on the war lately. No, actually, I'm not. "Sorry" isn't the right word. I know it's not much fun to read these posts. But like it or not, this is what's going on over there, and I owe it to every single person, both those who have lost their lives and those who are still fighting, not to close my eyes or stick my head in the sand. Like it or not, it's real.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
My stand on the issues.
I know we've talked about some of these before, but I wanted to make sure that my very dearest friends know how I feel about some of the most important issues of the day.
Gay marriage: It drives me CRAZY when I hear straight people preaching about "the sanctity of marriage." Oh, so you mean our 50+% divorce rate is PRESERVING the sanctity of this holy institution? Yes, clearly, we heteros know ALL ABOUT marriage. Shit, if you ask me, I don't think WE should be allowed to get married anymore. I bet you that gay people wouldn't have such a high divorce rate:
Abortion: I know this is an especially heated subject. I will say that, although I'm not sure I could ever have one myself (although I'm not even ruling that out, depending on the situation), I fully believe that OTHERS should have the right to choose. I don't feel that MY beliefs--or the beliefs of any others, for that matter--should dictate what other people can or cannot do. Yes, ideally, there would be no unwanted pregnanciess--and if there were, they would be carried to term so that a childless couple could raise that baby--but let's face it, that's not going to happen. I've seen some "parents" (and I use the term loosely) who should NOT have a kid. Is a life in an abusive home or neglectful family really better than no life at all?
I am, however, against abortion used as birth control ("Oh, darn, I'm pregnant AGAIN? Better go make an appointment."). Abortion should be used as a last resort; it should not be a regular occurance. If you're really having that much trouble taking the pill or using a condom, then shit, go get Norplant or Depo or an IUD or something. I'm also uncomfortable with abortion after the first trimester--but that's just me.
Religion in schools: You know, this whole PC thing has gotten WAY out of hand. Yes, I know that not everyone prays to the same God--and that some people don't pray at all. And that's fine. But not being able to pray at graduation, or say the Pledge because of "under God," or even--I shit you not, this happened at that charter school I worked at a couple of years ago--put up a winter bulletin board with Santa Clause on it becuase "Santa" represented "Christmas," which would be offensive to the Muslims and Jehovah's Witnesses at the school. We couldn't even say "Happy Holidays"...well, all of that is going a bit far, if you ask me. We're trying to protect the "rights" of that--I don't know--10%, but what about the 90% who DO pray and DO celebrate Christmas? How come THEY no longer have THEIR freedom of religion?
I'm not trying to sound insensitive or racist in any way. I realize that our schools (and workplaces) today are more diverse than ever before. However, I do NOT believe that the beliefs of a few should take precedence over the beliefs of many. Yes, we're protecting the minority of students who DO have different beliefs and customs--but at the expense of the majority?
I'm well aware of the separation of church and state and that religion should not be in schools. But you know what? If you don't believe in the Pledge, don't say it. If you don't want to pray at graduation, then don't. But at least respect the overwhelming majority of people who DO want to, especially on such a special day. And as far as that bulletin board goes--it's a f*cking REINDEER, people. Get over it.
(I actually had more issues to discuss but I have to go get ready for work. So, while you're waiting for part 2, discuss these first few amongst yourselves. Agree or disagree, just keep it clean. And feel free to suggest other issues that you'd like me to sound off on.)
I know we've talked about some of these before, but I wanted to make sure that my very dearest friends know how I feel about some of the most important issues of the day.
Gay marriage: It drives me CRAZY when I hear straight people preaching about "the sanctity of marriage." Oh, so you mean our 50+% divorce rate is PRESERVING the sanctity of this holy institution? Yes, clearly, we heteros know ALL ABOUT marriage. Shit, if you ask me, I don't think WE should be allowed to get married anymore. I bet you that gay people wouldn't have such a high divorce rate:
Abortion: I know this is an especially heated subject. I will say that, although I'm not sure I could ever have one myself (although I'm not even ruling that out, depending on the situation), I fully believe that OTHERS should have the right to choose. I don't feel that MY beliefs--or the beliefs of any others, for that matter--should dictate what other people can or cannot do. Yes, ideally, there would be no unwanted pregnanciess--and if there were, they would be carried to term so that a childless couple could raise that baby--but let's face it, that's not going to happen. I've seen some "parents" (and I use the term loosely) who should NOT have a kid. Is a life in an abusive home or neglectful family really better than no life at all?
I am, however, against abortion used as birth control ("Oh, darn, I'm pregnant AGAIN? Better go make an appointment."). Abortion should be used as a last resort; it should not be a regular occurance. If you're really having that much trouble taking the pill or using a condom, then shit, go get Norplant or Depo or an IUD or something. I'm also uncomfortable with abortion after the first trimester--but that's just me.
Religion in schools: You know, this whole PC thing has gotten WAY out of hand. Yes, I know that not everyone prays to the same God--and that some people don't pray at all. And that's fine. But not being able to pray at graduation, or say the Pledge because of "under God," or even--I shit you not, this happened at that charter school I worked at a couple of years ago--put up a winter bulletin board with Santa Clause on it becuase "Santa" represented "Christmas," which would be offensive to the Muslims and Jehovah's Witnesses at the school. We couldn't even say "Happy Holidays"...well, all of that is going a bit far, if you ask me. We're trying to protect the "rights" of that--I don't know--10%, but what about the 90% who DO pray and DO celebrate Christmas? How come THEY no longer have THEIR freedom of religion?
I'm not trying to sound insensitive or racist in any way. I realize that our schools (and workplaces) today are more diverse than ever before. However, I do NOT believe that the beliefs of a few should take precedence over the beliefs of many. Yes, we're protecting the minority of students who DO have different beliefs and customs--but at the expense of the majority?
I'm well aware of the separation of church and state and that religion should not be in schools. But you know what? If you don't believe in the Pledge, don't say it. If you don't want to pray at graduation, then don't. But at least respect the overwhelming majority of people who DO want to, especially on such a special day. And as far as that bulletin board goes--it's a f*cking REINDEER, people. Get over it.
(I actually had more issues to discuss but I have to go get ready for work. So, while you're waiting for part 2, discuss these first few amongst yourselves. Agree or disagree, just keep it clean. And feel free to suggest other issues that you'd like me to sound off on.)
My, what skinny boobs you have.
New stats:
Bust: 40 (down 2 inches!!)
Waist: 33 (down 1 more inch)
Hips: 38 (still the same; I'm not sure this number will be able to go any smaller, especially after birthin' a baby)
So at least my top and bottom are a LITTLE more in proportion, although there is NO WAY I'll ever be able to get my waist small enough to achieve the "hourglass figure" effect (yes, I remember Renee posting that only a small percentage of women actually have that shape anyway). This is why I usually buy men's jeans; because I've NEVER had a really defined waist, even in my skinny days. I've always been narrow-hipped and my torso has always had more of a straight line--which is why guy's jeans fit me better.
As you were.
New stats:
Bust: 40 (down 2 inches!!)
Waist: 33 (down 1 more inch)
Hips: 38 (still the same; I'm not sure this number will be able to go any smaller, especially after birthin' a baby)
So at least my top and bottom are a LITTLE more in proportion, although there is NO WAY I'll ever be able to get my waist small enough to achieve the "hourglass figure" effect (yes, I remember Renee posting that only a small percentage of women actually have that shape anyway). This is why I usually buy men's jeans; because I've NEVER had a really defined waist, even in my skinny days. I've always been narrow-hipped and my torso has always had more of a straight line--which is why guy's jeans fit me better.
As you were.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
A special place in hell.
On the 31st, I told you about one of "our" heroes, Edward Myers, who was killed just days after being submitted to SA for support.
One of the other Angels posted the following article about a group of protestors at this young hero's funeral. I must warn you--if you have even an ounce of compassion, you are going to find this article hard to read.
http://www.thekansascitychannel.com/news/4816699/detail.html
HOWEVER, there's something you can do to help this family. I'm posting the link to an online tribute page for Spc. Myers. I beg all of you, even if you don't support the war, to please post a message of sympathy and respect for this young hero's family. I want to try to undo some of the damage that these assholes did.
http://www.fallenheroesmemorial.com/oif/profiles/myersedwardl.html
On the 31st, I told you about one of "our" heroes, Edward Myers, who was killed just days after being submitted to SA for support.
One of the other Angels posted the following article about a group of protestors at this young hero's funeral. I must warn you--if you have even an ounce of compassion, you are going to find this article hard to read.
http://www.thekansascitychannel.com/news/4816699/detail.html
HOWEVER, there's something you can do to help this family. I'm posting the link to an online tribute page for Spc. Myers. I beg all of you, even if you don't support the war, to please post a message of sympathy and respect for this young hero's family. I want to try to undo some of the damage that these assholes did.
http://www.fallenheroesmemorial.com/oif/profiles/myersedwardl.html
Diary of an insomniac.
After FINALLY hearing from Thomas on Friday after 5 long, tense of days of little sleep, I figured that last night, I would actually crash pretty quickly after getting into bed, rather than staring up at the ceiling, praying and calculating how much money it would cost to fly to Iraq and find him myself. As it turns out, though, there was no sleeping for Jen last night. I think I was still running on adreneline from the last few days--or maybe I was just fueled by my utter and complete euphoria that he was okay. Whatever the reason, I didn't go to bed until 6 am. Here's my story:
11:30 pm Watched Friends
Midnight - 1:00 am Talked to Thomas on the phone
1 - 1:30 Watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
1:30 - 2:15 Walked
2:15 - 3:15 Played on the Soldiers' Angels message board; wrote a letter to the NY Times
3:15 Thought, "That guinea pig cage stinks."
3:30 Thought, "Shit, that guinea pig cage REALLY stinks."
3:40 Decided that I must clean out the guinea pig cage RIGHT NOW
3:45 Realized we were out of clean bedding
3:55 Drove to the all-night grocery store for bedding.
4:15 Walked in the door with hamster bedding, the new People magazine with Jennifer Aniston (seriously, Brad, are you crazy?) and a watermelon ($2.88, whoo hoo!!) as Jeff was getting up for work (he had to open today)
4:15-4:18 Tried to explain to a very perplexed Jeff why I was returning from the store at 4:15 am with hamster bedding, the new People magazine and a watermelon
4:20 - 4:30 Cleaned guinea pig cage
4:30 Ate watermelon, watched The Cosby Show
5:00 - 6:00 Read my new People magazine
6:00 Finally went to sleep
After FINALLY hearing from Thomas on Friday after 5 long, tense of days of little sleep, I figured that last night, I would actually crash pretty quickly after getting into bed, rather than staring up at the ceiling, praying and calculating how much money it would cost to fly to Iraq and find him myself. As it turns out, though, there was no sleeping for Jen last night. I think I was still running on adreneline from the last few days--or maybe I was just fueled by my utter and complete euphoria that he was okay. Whatever the reason, I didn't go to bed until 6 am. Here's my story:
11:30 pm Watched Friends
Midnight - 1:00 am Talked to Thomas on the phone
1 - 1:30 Watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
1:30 - 2:15 Walked
2:15 - 3:15 Played on the Soldiers' Angels message board; wrote a letter to the NY Times
3:15 Thought, "That guinea pig cage stinks."
3:30 Thought, "Shit, that guinea pig cage REALLY stinks."
3:40 Decided that I must clean out the guinea pig cage RIGHT NOW
3:45 Realized we were out of clean bedding
3:55 Drove to the all-night grocery store for bedding.
4:15 Walked in the door with hamster bedding, the new People magazine with Jennifer Aniston (seriously, Brad, are you crazy?) and a watermelon ($2.88, whoo hoo!!) as Jeff was getting up for work (he had to open today)
4:15-4:18 Tried to explain to a very perplexed Jeff why I was returning from the store at 4:15 am with hamster bedding, the new People magazine and a watermelon
4:20 - 4:30 Cleaned guinea pig cage
4:30 Ate watermelon, watched The Cosby Show
5:00 - 6:00 Read my new People magazine
6:00 Finally went to sleep
Friday, August 05, 2005
Your Moment
Ralph Marston (thanks to Renee for the email)
Today is the day things will start to go right. Now is the moment when life can begin to be the best that you can imagine.
The time has now arrived for you to make real, substantial and lasting progress. For you are, without a doubt, ready, willing and able.
The past is no longer in a position to hold you back. This is a new day, and every disappointment is already far behind you.
Ahead, there are possibilities too numerous to even count. Look closely, with your heart, and the best of those possibilities will come shining through.
There is no reason to hold yourself back any longer. This is your moment to shine, this is your day to live with fullness, with richness, with joy and with love.
This very moment, all of life surrounds you, supports you, encourages you and pulls you toward the best you can be. Dive in to the golden opportunity that is now, and know how it feels to be fully alive.
Ralph Marston (thanks to Renee for the email)
Today is the day things will start to go right. Now is the moment when life can begin to be the best that you can imagine.
The time has now arrived for you to make real, substantial and lasting progress. For you are, without a doubt, ready, willing and able.
The past is no longer in a position to hold you back. This is a new day, and every disappointment is already far behind you.
Ahead, there are possibilities too numerous to even count. Look closely, with your heart, and the best of those possibilities will come shining through.
There is no reason to hold yourself back any longer. This is your moment to shine, this is your day to live with fullness, with richness, with joy and with love.
This very moment, all of life surrounds you, supports you, encourages you and pulls you toward the best you can be. Dive in to the golden opportunity that is now, and know how it feels to be fully alive.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Happy Anniversary Cube Rats
The company I work for is celebrating its 20 Year Anniversary next week. Yay. Are they taking us all to a fabulous restaurant or resort to celebrate? Ah no, they’re taking us to a park for the afternoon.
To prepare for this auspicious occasion, the company of about 50 people has been split into 5 teams with each team told to create something that symbolizes the company to us. This is officially referred to as the Anniversary Craft Project.
Yesterday morning we were given the next exciting surprise. We are each to choose 1 to 5 words, describing what the company means to us. At the Anniversary Picnic, we will be lined up in two facing lines and the CEO’s anniversary plaque will be handed up the line. As the plaque is passed to us we are to say our 1 to 5 words and then pass the plaque along.
The only thing left to make this a real 2nd Grade End of the Year Banquet would be if they made us all sing a song together. Jen has been kind enough to volunteer to be my mom to camcorder the Program. I said ok, but only if she spit on a tissue and wiped my face clean with it.
The only saving grace of this whole Anniversary Extravaganza is that at least they’ll be serving free alcohol all afternoon.
The company I work for is celebrating its 20 Year Anniversary next week. Yay. Are they taking us all to a fabulous restaurant or resort to celebrate? Ah no, they’re taking us to a park for the afternoon.
To prepare for this auspicious occasion, the company of about 50 people has been split into 5 teams with each team told to create something that symbolizes the company to us. This is officially referred to as the Anniversary Craft Project.
Yesterday morning we were given the next exciting surprise. We are each to choose 1 to 5 words, describing what the company means to us. At the Anniversary Picnic, we will be lined up in two facing lines and the CEO’s anniversary plaque will be handed up the line. As the plaque is passed to us we are to say our 1 to 5 words and then pass the plaque along.
The only thing left to make this a real 2nd Grade End of the Year Banquet would be if they made us all sing a song together. Jen has been kind enough to volunteer to be my mom to camcorder the Program. I said ok, but only if she spit on a tissue and wiped my face clean with it.
The only saving grace of this whole Anniversary Extravaganza is that at least they’ll be serving free alcohol all afternoon.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Bible Rock.
Okay, here's something a little more upbeat.
Paige went to a summer Bible camp thing last week (I'll give a couple of you a moment to chuckle and/or pick yourselves off the floor at the revelation that KATEY sent her daughter to a BIBLE CAMP). On Friday night, they had a little concert to show off some of the songs they've learned. One of the songs that Paige's group sang was to the tune of that old "Louie Louie" song. The chorus is:
Pharoah Pharoah
Ohhhh baby
Let my people go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And then they make that noise...I don't how to spell it but it's the "thrusting sound"--like, "UH."
Mom and Katey were just hysterical.
Okay, here's something a little more upbeat.
Paige went to a summer Bible camp thing last week (I'll give a couple of you a moment to chuckle and/or pick yourselves off the floor at the revelation that KATEY sent her daughter to a BIBLE CAMP). On Friday night, they had a little concert to show off some of the songs they've learned. One of the songs that Paige's group sang was to the tune of that old "Louie Louie" song. The chorus is:
Pharoah Pharoah
Ohhhh baby
Let my people go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And then they make that noise...I don't how to spell it but it's the "thrusting sound"--like, "UH."
Mom and Katey were just hysterical.
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