End of Year Madness

The end of the school year was a complete blur. Between Punky’s 5th Grade Graduation, 1st & 3rd Grade Award Ceremonies, Field Days, Water Days, Showcases, Boo’s Birthday, Middle School Orientation, Teacher Gifts, Peer gifts, and oh yeah, work… I’m surprised I’m still standing.

And I LOVE it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Active Parenting is a fatigue-inducing joy.

I love that I knew all the kids in Mouse’s classroom this year, and liked most of them. And that when I would enter the room, the kids would yell, “Yay, Mouse’s mom is here!” ::grin::

I am one of those moms that wants to hand make everything; gift cards aren’t my thing (not that there is anything wrong with them — I just like to torture myself with involved projects. :p )

This year, I went with the owl theme. Inspired by these adorable gift bags by Lisa Storms, I made them, along with painted popsicle stick bookmarks, royal icing cookies and sewn paper candy pouches.



Ugh, somehow I managed to not photograph the candy pouches! They were owl shaped, embellished and hand sewn. Adorable. They were inspired by these.

Nuts. I am.

Well, Summer is here and I’ve got activities galore planned to avoid any boredom (I’ll post about that the next time I come up for air…)


Quadratic Functions & “Woah…You’re Packing Heat!”

x= -b±√b²-4ac/2a

Yes…Algebra. It’s not that it’s difficult per se, it’s more a question of: When will I use this in MY life? This question was resonating in my head ~ deafening as my professor feverishly scribbled the Square Root Method and Completing The Square functions on the blackboard. Chalk was swirling in the air and my eyes glazed over. I had to ask. During break, I walked alongside my professor and inquired “in what instance in REAL life, will I apply these formulas?”…she paused, smiled, looked me square in the eye and stated: “In Calculus 1-3 & Physics Classes.”

Yeah…that’s what I thought: Never.



After class, I had plans to meet up with The Linguist again. He thought the local bookstore would be ideal. He loves books. I love books. That works. I arrived first and made my way to the Photography section. I was thumbing through a miscellaneous Landscape publication when he crept up behind me. We said our hellos and I noticed how handsome he really is. He positioned beside me and it’s then I discovered the weapon affixed to his leg! (I’m talking a canvas strap, wrapped several times around the exterior of his jeans with an attached holster…) Taken aback and without any thought I say “Woah, is the gun really necessary?” To which he replied, “It’s not a gun , it’s a taser; don’t worry it’s not for you.” WTF? A taser? To the bookstore? For Serious? Now, I knew he was into guns and Star Wars and a million other things (this guy is fascinating to say the least), but this was a bit much. Perhaps living in this quiet “little town” (hell, all of Florida is essentially “quiet” in the Grande scheme of things) has part to do with it. He is, after all, from NY. An hour and a half, conversations on multiple writings, a Chai latte & chocolate chip cookie later, we make our way out to the parking lot and hug farewell. All in all, it was a pleasant date ~ we’ll hang again.

Still no kiss. (on purpose). This must be some sort of record for me….which is almost a little pathetic. Almost. Ha!

A Case of the Mondays…

Oh yeah…nothing like waking up and emulating Linda Blair, aka: Regan MacNeil this fine, first day of the week. Forget Listerine, I’ll take a swish of stomach bile, please. Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a tad…it wasn’t projectile anyway. Mouse, her dear heart, stood behind me and rubbed my back…what a kid. (They have learned this from me…and you know what?, it truly does make it a smidgen less dreadful.) It is then I am cursing my body for allowing itself to catch the “bug” that has been circulating. Bubs hurled friday night, and I mistakenly assumed that was the end of it. Alas no, there I was, worshipping the porcelain god…with NO sensational “night before” tale to go along with it. Damn. The thing is, I rarely get sick, I dodge nearly every germ bullet that barrels through my door; well…the odds were NOT in my favor this time.

Feeling ever so fabulous, I am making & packing lunches and trying to feed breakfast to three hungry munkees. With a splitting headache and “Please don’t puke” playing like a broken record in my mind…Mouse has disappeared and the familiar upheaval chorus is reverberating from the bathroom. My turn to rub. poor Mouse. What a trooper. Teeth are brushed and the car is loaded ~ off to school we are. (I can climb right back in bed at my return.)

Late, as usual…we arrive (at least I don’t have to wait in line..). It’s then, Punks inquires as to where her backpack was. “It was where is always is, (in the morning) hanging on your hook.” I state. Her reply: “Oops.” Yeah, “oops…” As Punks and Bubs exit the car, I am faced with the fact that I now have to drive all the way home and back. Yay, I can hardly wait. I drop off Mouse to Dr. D’s girlfriend (it’s his day) and proceed home….behind EVERY slow driving car in the county, that of course wants to make left hand turns on this two-lane passage.

Great Movie.

Great Movie.

Home. I grab the bag and return to the school. This time, I’m following a carbon~farting, oil burning dump truck which has squeezed in front of me. UGH. “Please don’t puke…please don’t puke” begins blaring again. Other than the tractor I managed to get behind on the way back home, the drive was insignificant. In fact, I hardly remember it. Home again. Bed. Out.

Upon awaking, I needed fresh air & with a day as gorgeous as today… I decided on the pool (over the beach), because I can walk there. Closing the garage door, I start toward the watering hole, realizing halfway, I have forgotten the gate key. Damn. Walk back. I open the garage, get the key. Close garage. Walk back toward pool. Now realize, I do not have a towel. Double damn. Return home, reopen the damn garage and grab a damn towel. What the shit‽‽ Really‽‽ Is it over yet‽‽

Swimming was divine…Hallelujah! The sun does wonders for my health & spirits.

The day’s not over yet, but it’s panning out to be far better than it started. At least I can laugh about it…what I remember anyway…

Pulling Teeth

School. The dreaded 6 letter word to my 5 year-old. Just the mention of it sends my little man into a full-fledged melt-down. The whining, crying and absolute refusal to cooperate are in brute force. The sweet little boy that woke up cheery and loving , has morphed into this rebellious monster…and this is the SECOND week of Kindergarten! From ten minutes after waking, it’s a struggle getting him dressed to out the door. Now, somewhere between buckling his seatbelt and the closing of the garage door, a magical transformation ensues and all is right in his universe again….bizarre.


Motivation. Motivation to clean has been severely lacking in my world these days. There was a time, in the not so distant past, that I was an OCD cleaning fiend. Perhaps I realized that in the Grande Scheme of things, an immaculate home was not priority one….however, it creates anxiety within me. I can honestly say that I am not an easily stressed or anxious person, but disorder in my dwelling knocks me off even keel. Somehow, as of late though, it’s NOT been enough to get me in gear… Not until the kids are at Dr. D’s, do I transform this place to the pristine pad that makes my brain smile….