Monday, August 10, 2009

I'm not ready for middle school.

Yep, that's the way I feel about it. Erika began middle school today, right now she's in Language Arts isn't that really English with one of her closest friends, thank goodness. I don't get why they don't go to homeroom first, oh yeah, because its called connections or something ridiculous like that, and they go around lunchtime. This is why I'm not a teacher because things don't seem logical to me about the way they call things and do things. So I'll try to be nice and not roll my eyes so much.

She was very excited and nervous, very typical on your first day of a new school. Did I take the camera to the bus stop, no, because I had my coffee and I forgot, that's my excuse anyway.

Blake began 2nd grade and no, I didn't take the camera to that bus stop either. Again, the coffee, and I was carrying two reams of copy paper for him to take to his teacher. Amazing the things parents purchase for the school and the teachers. I don't mind purchasing items for the teachers, better than the under paid teachers purchasing these items themselves. Where do our tax dollars go, by the way? Not enough of our tax dollars are going to the school system, that's obvious!

But this is not a political blog, so I'm not going there. Not today anyway!

Back to Blake, he looked so sweet standing there waiting for the bus, rather quiet, but that's him. Watching everyone, taking everything in. He wasn't excited about school starting today. He has a very cool teacher so I'm sure the day will go well.

So, here I am, catching up on my dusty blog. I have loads to do today, but wanted to say hi to all and let you all know how much I've missed being here. I will be visiting my blog buddies to leave my very important comments that I am quite sure you've missed. I'll be tweeting, facebooking, stumbling, emailing, and everything business related to catch up on the last few months.

No, I will not be cleaning my house. Sorry, honey, I realize there is beach sand still underfoot and Collins' hair scurrying around the baseboards, but I will get to it. By end of the day. Or tomorrow. Must I? Really? But of course, I must, because there's no Rosie. Damnit.

Come on Apple or Microsoft, do something to endear yourself to women, for god's sake.