Football

Well I think these pictures speak for themselves. The boys finished up this years season and I am glad and sad it is over. I don't miss the two a night practices on the same night and running from practice field to practice field, but I do miss the boys playing what they love so much.

I also made some really great BFF that will be around forever. It is amazing how wonderful it is to find parents who stay invovled in their childrens lives because in today's time so many are not. To all our football mom's it has been great.

Its almost Friday and we need to laugh.

OK here are a couple to laugh at. Although I know a couple of people who might think this first one is not to funny. This could be me in a few years without my glasses.

And this one is me for sure. I find I am looking for things that was just in my hand. I hope everyone has a great weekend and go PIONEERS..

Just a quick shout out for the Middle School Pioneers on Tuesday. Way to Go boys......

Waxing

OK, so in a few hours it will be Friday and what a better way to start it off. My sister-in-law sent this to me via email and I laughed so hard my sides hurt. Hope everyone has a great weekend and for my Football boys Go Big Blue and White in Smithville on Saturday.



For those of you who wax, you will understand fully. Those who don't, let this be a lesson to you! Hair Removal... (I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but.....WHAT A RIOT!) All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on......... My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it *was* a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip. There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!' There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?' She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS!! It works!!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.


Next week I'm going to try hair color...

My Door

We have a wonderful aide (Ashley) at school and she did a great job with our doors for open house. She is so very talented and creative. Here are a few pictures of my door from open house.

She took yellow tissue paper and made it look like popcorn coming out of the bag. At the bottom of the door there was a pile of popcorn, but I did not get it in the picture. We fixed microwave popcorn with a label that said "Thanks for popping into our class this year". I am so excited about my class and can't wait until Monday.

Kara's Give Away

Make sure you go check out Kara Fuston's Blog. She is having her 100th post give away. Just click on the link below and join in the drawing.

http://fabfustonfam.blogspot.com/

Hope everyone has a great week. Things are starting to slow down now. We had open house at Westwood on Sunday and I am going to have a great class this year. I am so excited about school starting back and so are the boys.

I Have The Same Feelings

Don't get me wrong, but I think that this Michael Jackson's thing has gone on way to long and is being dragged out in public far too much. I opened my email and someone had sent me this email. I think the young soldiers has it summed up to a T.



This is written by a young soldier serving his third tour of duty in Iraq. Thought you might find his take on the Michael Jackson news interesting and he's right.


A SOLDIER'S TAKE ON MICHAEL JACKSON



Okay, I need to rant. I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on Michael Jackson. As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was an entertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spent millions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villain to many people. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people,
and I respect those people who mourn his death, but that isn't the point of my rant. Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses their minds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to the country was to ENTERTAIN people, the American people find the need to flock to a memorial in Hollywood, and even Congress sees the need to hold a "moment of silence" for his passing? Am I missing something here? ONE man dies, and all of a sudden he's a freaking
martyr because he entertained us for a few decades? What about all those SOLDIERS who have died to give us freedom?



All those Soldiers who, knowing that they would be asked to fight in a war, still raised their hands and swore to defend the Constitution and
the United States of America. Where is their moment of silence? Where are the people flocking to their graves or memorials and mourning over them because they made the ultimate sacrifice? Why is it when a Soldier dies, there are more people saying "good riddance," and "thank God for IEDs?" When did this country become so calloused to the sacrifice of GOOD MEN and WOMEN, that they can arbitrarily blow off their deaths, and instead, throw themselves into mourning for a "Pop Icon?" I think that if they are going to hold a moment of silence IN CONGRESS for Michael Jackson, they need to hold a moment of silence for every service member killed in Iraq and Afghanistan.



They need to PUBLICLY recognize every life that has been lost so that the American people can live their callous little lives in the luxury and freedom that WE, those that are living and those that have gone on, have provided for them. But, wait, that would take too much time, because there have been so many willing to make that sacrifice. After all, we will never make millions of dollars. We will never star in movies, or write hit songs that the world will listen too. We only shed our blood, sweat and tears so that people
can enjoy what they have. Sorry if I have offended, but I needed to say it. Remember these five words the next time you think of someone who is serving in the military; "So that others may live..."



Isaac


P.S.- "So that other's may live.. ." was also the creed of the Air Rescue & Recovery Service
during Vietnam & is still today.




I do not mean to offend any of my followers. I too enjoyed Jackson's music but it seems that our priorities have been jumbled up in today's society.

A Girl & Her Dog

I haven't posted about Kristen lately so this is a good one. We had a pet show at Fairview on the 4th and Kristen brought Prissy to enter her. Prissy was decked out in her pink party dress and matching leash. What more could a dog want to be styled to the T and with matching accessories. Well when asked what Prissy liked to do Kristen said, "She likes to shop" now what girl dog doesn't. I loved it. Kristen told me she was going to buy Prissy some new shoes with the money she won. She said that she needed some flip flops for the river.