Spring break is almost over and I still have so much to do! Yes, I've completed several items on my list but I haven't read a magazine or done any scrapbooking yet. I still have projects I want to work on like cleaning out the garage, hanging all the art and wall decorations in my house and shoveling out Kait's room
Kait's room scares me. There are probably big, green, moldy things growing in there or, at the very least, stuck to the carpet. Nothing is in the correct drawer and I just straightened and reorganized them. Now her socks are in with her pajamas and a sandal is in with her shorts. A little out of sight, out of mind going on there?
Another thing...did you know 13 year olds go into a semi hibernation? They can sleep for 12 hours at night and then get another 10 hours in during the day. I read, one time, teenagers sleep a lot but really? This much? Is this really necessary? I do love the part where she wants to stay home and sleep while I go to the grocery store. Ahhh...the peace and quiet while shopping is a forgotten experience.
Yes, I know it will all end too soon. She will grow up, be on her own and this all ends too soon. I really do treasure every moment with her but shopping in silence is a luxury. Hey, I will take those moments when I can!!
Off to enjoy the last days of spring break...
Karen in Texas
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Big Green MONSTAH
The Big Green MONSTAH is the 37' 2" green wall behind left field at Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. Today, St. Patrick's Day, I wore my 'GREEN MONSTAH' shirt my Aunt (prounounced ANT to all you non-Texans) Marlene sent me. Actually, her name is Maureen but Kait has never been able to say it correctly so 'Aunt Marlene' it is and she is fine with that.
Boston, Cape Cod, Lowell, Dracut, Tyngsborough...I love it there! My dream would be to build a cottage on the beach in Orleans or Chatham, MA. Yep, that's where I am in my dreams. It is like heaven on earth. The Chatham Coffee Co, Ben Franklin's, Cape Cod Potato Chips, lighthouses, lobster ('lobstah' to my fellow Texans) and last, but certainly not least, The Christmas Tree Shops!! I love that place way too much. It took me an extra suitcase to get back to Houston after a little shopping adventure there.
You can't tell by my TEXAS accent, ya'll, but I was actually born at Ft. Devens, MA. My dad was in the Air Force, stationed at Hanscom AFB but there wasn't a hospital on base and we were sent to Ft. Devens for delivery. 13 months later my brother, Richie, was born and a few months after that we were back in Texas.
Oh, yes, back to my story. Lobstah, Monstah ~ They don't have the letter 'r' in MA. You can even ask my Aunt Mahlene!! However, her grandson Tylah's name for her is Naner. They just take out the letter 'r' at will and add it at random. Cracks me up! I have to be really careful though, Ant Mahlene is the one who crammed 100 lbs. of The Christmas Tree Shops treasures into the extra suitcase, so I just call her 'Queen'.
Queen Mahlene's husband, Dube, now there's a real King for ya! What a treasure that Dube is. Do you know he can spot a french fry on the grass from 50 feet away? Very observant. And maticulous...every single thing has its own place and in that place it goes. Including the blue, speckled, Texas plate I gave them which hangs above the sink. When it falls into the sink, scaring him to death, he's reminded of how loved he is and puts it right back above the sink only to scare him another day. And record keeping...he knows how much his weekly groceries were back in July of '78. However, I must say the jewel in his crown is...he knows where EVERY Christmas Tree Shops store is within a 50 mile radius. Now that is pure genius to me.
I almost took a teaching job in Hudson, MA. but finally decided to stay in Texas for the time being. Maybe next year Kait and I will live in MA. Think I could talk my parents in to going with us? Nahhh, probably not.
Hugs, ya'll,
Karen and Kait
Boston, Cape Cod, Lowell, Dracut, Tyngsborough...I love it there! My dream would be to build a cottage on the beach in Orleans or Chatham, MA. Yep, that's where I am in my dreams. It is like heaven on earth. The Chatham Coffee Co, Ben Franklin's, Cape Cod Potato Chips, lighthouses, lobster ('lobstah' to my fellow Texans) and last, but certainly not least, The Christmas Tree Shops!! I love that place way too much. It took me an extra suitcase to get back to Houston after a little shopping adventure there.
You can't tell by my TEXAS accent, ya'll, but I was actually born at Ft. Devens, MA. My dad was in the Air Force, stationed at Hanscom AFB but there wasn't a hospital on base and we were sent to Ft. Devens for delivery. 13 months later my brother, Richie, was born and a few months after that we were back in Texas.
Oh, yes, back to my story. Lobstah, Monstah ~ They don't have the letter 'r' in MA. You can even ask my Aunt Mahlene!! However, her grandson Tylah's name for her is Naner. They just take out the letter 'r' at will and add it at random. Cracks me up! I have to be really careful though, Ant Mahlene is the one who crammed 100 lbs. of The Christmas Tree Shops treasures into the extra suitcase, so I just call her 'Queen'.
Queen Mahlene's husband, Dube, now there's a real King for ya! What a treasure that Dube is. Do you know he can spot a french fry on the grass from 50 feet away? Very observant. And maticulous...every single thing has its own place and in that place it goes. Including the blue, speckled, Texas plate I gave them which hangs above the sink. When it falls into the sink, scaring him to death, he's reminded of how loved he is and puts it right back above the sink only to scare him another day. And record keeping...he knows how much his weekly groceries were back in July of '78. However, I must say the jewel in his crown is...he knows where EVERY Christmas Tree Shops store is within a 50 mile radius. Now that is pure genius to me.
I almost took a teaching job in Hudson, MA. but finally decided to stay in Texas for the time being. Maybe next year Kait and I will live in MA. Think I could talk my parents in to going with us? Nahhh, probably not.
Hugs, ya'll,
Karen and Kait
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Today...
Today has been one of pure joy. It's Tuesday of Spring Break and I was still in my 'jammas' at 4:00 p.m. Life is so much easier when you have pajamas on. For all the obvious reasons, p.j.s are like rolling up in a soft blanket, such an easy way to deal with life or not.
I did get a lot of items crossed off that never-ending 'To Do' list...sorting mail, cancelling unused credit cards, confirm Kait's place on the C.L.A.S.S. and MDCP lists, file all of 2009's business records and, oh yeah, drink coffee...mmmm!
As you follow along with this blog you will soon learn about 'the girls'. 'The Girls' are whomever is currently living in our apartment complex, in junior high and mean as a junk yard dog. 'The girls' are just like those dogs. They lay and wait for Kait to appear in the open and unprotected area known as 'outside'. Outside is the place where Kait always wants to be whether she is riding her bike, scooter, running, playing tag, finding lost puppies or finding friends. Problem is those junk yard dogs are not really her friends. They apper to be at first and Kait thinks 'this time' they're going to be but they aren't. She's always the weakest link and such an easy target for the cruel world of jr. high girls. Those wicked little creatures pick, taunt, tease, and laugh at her until she retaliates. Then they have the nerve to run home and get their mommas. Really? You big bully! You teased and taunted Kait but now you need your momma?
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. Emanuel will be 29. I can not believe it. Ahhh...Emanuel you ask? The little boy I had in 1st grade the first year I taught school. Along the way I made secret birthday cakes, took him to school carnivals, paid for school pictures, went to 6th grade open house so he would receive extra credit, signed report cards, arranged high school algebra tutoring, took him to doctor's appointments and numerous other events. His imprint is still on my heart. He's a fine, well mannered,young man who I am so very proud of. He's also one of the few who, as an adult, recently said, "Thank you, Ms. Anderson. I KNOW all the things you did for me that you never told me about. It means a lot." Those are the days I treasure and it is why I teach school.
I did get a lot of items crossed off that never-ending 'To Do' list...sorting mail, cancelling unused credit cards, confirm Kait's place on the C.L.A.S.S. and MDCP lists, file all of 2009's business records and, oh yeah, drink coffee...mmmm!
As you follow along with this blog you will soon learn about 'the girls'. 'The Girls' are whomever is currently living in our apartment complex, in junior high and mean as a junk yard dog. 'The girls' are just like those dogs. They lay and wait for Kait to appear in the open and unprotected area known as 'outside'. Outside is the place where Kait always wants to be whether she is riding her bike, scooter, running, playing tag, finding lost puppies or finding friends. Problem is those junk yard dogs are not really her friends. They apper to be at first and Kait thinks 'this time' they're going to be but they aren't. She's always the weakest link and such an easy target for the cruel world of jr. high girls. Those wicked little creatures pick, taunt, tease, and laugh at her until she retaliates. Then they have the nerve to run home and get their mommas. Really? You big bully! You teased and taunted Kait but now you need your momma?
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. Emanuel will be 29. I can not believe it. Ahhh...Emanuel you ask? The little boy I had in 1st grade the first year I taught school. Along the way I made secret birthday cakes, took him to school carnivals, paid for school pictures, went to 6th grade open house so he would receive extra credit, signed report cards, arranged high school algebra tutoring, took him to doctor's appointments and numerous other events. His imprint is still on my heart. He's a fine, well mannered,young man who I am so very proud of. He's also one of the few who, as an adult, recently said, "Thank you, Ms. Anderson. I KNOW all the things you did for me that you never told me about. It means a lot." Those are the days I treasure and it is why I teach school.
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