Things I have learned at Book Fair;
The student’s money is always crumpled and sticky.
In every class there is one student that pays entirely in nickels and pennies.
I had to say more than once “There is no crying at Book Fair!”.
Every 5th grade boy wants to buy a poster of a Ferrari, not a book.
If the student gets 86 cents in change they are going to ask “What can I buy for 86 cents?”.
The “Moms” are amazing volunteers.
I get excited at the sight of so many books. Sad but true.
Pete The Cat and His Groovy Buttons is an awesome book.
Pablo was with us in spirit. We sold out of Greek Mythology books (his favorite).
I can not explain State Tax to an 8 year old and make sense of why he still owes 63 cents to pay for things like snow removal. I kind of understand how they feel.
I can eat donuts all day long and still be hungry.
When you least expect it the universe can surprise you.
I would do it all again……..next year.
I would add a picture of Pete the Cat but I still do not know how to add pictures from my iPad.
The Noise In My Head (and it is filled with little kids voices saying “Mrs. Cimmino, how much is this? Do I have enough money?)
The noise in my head this morning is deafening…………….
Somebody recently told me that if people march to a different drummer than I must march to a full band. I do not think it was a compliment but I liked it!
I did not win the Powerball
My laptop is broken and The Thinker will not let me run out and buy a new one until he has tried everything to fix it. Right now we are waiting on a battery. I hope that does the trick. I miss my laptop and I do not like the iPad. It feels like I am cheating with a newer, sleeker piece of technology which is just wrong like wearing white after Labor Day or Donald Trump’s hair. I think I see a new post in the future of things I think are wrong. Like socks with sandals.
I can not stop eating.
Today starts week three of Physical Therapy and I am still not wearing cute shoes.
I just read that at The Billboard Music Awards last night Justin Bieber was given a Milestone Award. Really? Isn’t he 12?
. So many people have been throwing me under the bus lately I am thinking of changing my name to Speed Bump.
I do not know how to add an image on the iPad so this post will be picture less.
I do not believe that the celebrities/actresses in the hair color commercials actually color their own hair. I just can not picture JLo sitting at the kitchen table with a ratty t-shirt on while Casper puts the Clairol in her hair, I just do not belive it but I do believe in Santa Claus so go figure.
I just came home and wanted to finish up this post when I turned on the news………..
I am horrified by the images in Oklahoma. The noise in my head is silenced because my heart is praying.
I just want to put all the rumors to rest. I am simply stating the facts. The truth is The Thinker, all on his own, did present me with a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day! It is true. His sister did not shame him into it. His father did not ask him to do it. He just went out and did it all on his own. “Here Mom, these are for you”. Needless to say I was blown away and I really do not remember much of what happened after that because I blacked out. The Thinker bought me flowers. Fact.
Princess Pissy Pants is feeling a little bit under the weather. Nothing major just a little run down from her busy schedule. The following conversation just take place.
PPP: “I think I need fluid’s”.
Me: “Why don’t you have some cranberry juice with a splash of seltzer. It is refreshing”.
PPP: “I really don’t like cranberry juice unless it is mixed with vodka. I don’t like soda either. It needs alcohol”.
My work here is done.
Dear Princess Pissy Pants and Thinker,
I just wanted to take a minute out of my busy, busy day to remind you both that Mother’s Day is one week from today. I would make a list of suitable gifts to acknowledge your love and appreciation for me but as I stated earlier, I am very busy. I have to finish all your laundry, clean the bathroom, shop for groceries, prepare dinner, pay the cell phone bill, car insurance and student loans and change Jack’s litter box (the cat you promised to take care of). And this all takes time because clearly I am still weak from the 40 plus hours of combined labor and 2 C-Sections. Really, I trust your choices for me.Your gift does not have to be extravagant or unique. I have always taught you both that it is the thought that counts. I just thought that as your Mother I should put the thought into you head. One week. Mother’s Day. Don’t forget!