Middle Schoolers are a unique breed. I teach them all day and am lucky enough to bring two of them home every day. Long ago, when my sweet baby Kayla was sweet and precious with hairbows and white Keds I made her sign a contract which stated that if I told her her hair needed help, her outfit was horrid or her make up looked like a clown she would listen to me and let me help. So far so good. She listens for the most part and this has made me happy. Until recently. My child is "well developed" and we all know it and for a while the adults were the only ones who did, but recently my adorable hairbow wearin daughter has discovered her assets. I bet I have adjusted her shirts, pulled up on them or made her change them at least 15 times a day. I do not think my sweet angel is trying to show the goods, I think she thinks she looks good. So, because of this, I have decided to implement school uniforms for next for my children. My middle schoolers will be wearing polos and khakis and Keds. End of discussion.
My reason for Tate wearing a uniform is completely different that Kayla's. Tate dresses like his Papa. There is absolutely no telling what he is going to come out of his room wearing and no telling how many times he is going to change his clothes everyday. He firmly believes that you should wear a different shirt for every activity he does. There is a eating breakfast shirt, a going to the bathroom shirt, a going outside to shoot birds shirt, then he must change in to a watching TV shirt, and on and on. And the same goes for his shoes. And don't even get me started on his socks. I am so stinkin elated if he is wearing white or black socks and tennis shoes. NO COLORED SOCKS, NO BLACK SOCKS WITH FLIP FLOPS, AND NO SOCKS THAT COULD STAND ON THERE OWN. Someone please tell me that boys eventually develop some sort of fashion sense.
Middle schoolers believe they are right, wear their feelings on their sleeves and are quite confident that they are adults and should be treated as such. Until they want a goodnight kiss or a cuddle time with mom or dad or a good game of hide and seek. Then I see a resemblance of the hairbow and Ked wearin children I once knew.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Spring Time on the Farm
There is a lot going on on the farm right now. Wedding and honeymoon being planned, garden being grown, race cars being worked on over and over and over, children playing and lots of lovin. The countdown is on for summer to begin and we are all anxiously awaiting to begin sleeping in and swimming all day. James and I are officially getting hitched and are super excited about our July wedding in Hilton Head, SC. Dear Ole Daddy will be officiating and I couldn't be more tickled. I know he is nervous, but whatever he does or says the end result will be Mrs. Sandi Black..WOOHOO! We will follow up our beach wedding with a trip to Las Vegas the next week. YEEHAW. The kiddos are thrilled and it warms our hearts to see how content they are and the happiness in their voices while playing.
While children are playing James and I are busy planning and planting the garden. I am so proud of my farmer. He has worked diligently to get the garden planted, tilled and fertilized. Saturday my loving man decided he needed to till the garden so off he goes. He literally had the snot beat out of him by the tiller and was sooooo whiny Saturday night because tilling is such hard work. Maybe it would have been easier had he put the tiller in gear so it would have been self propelled??? Just a thought...hehe. We have tomatoes, corn, peppers, potatoes, spinach, and watermelon on its way. Last year we got 4 ears of corn and 10 tomatoes, so we can only hope to live up to last years standards.
While gardening Jimbo has simultaneously been tinkering on the race car. He says he's gonna get it running good, race it a couple of times and then sell it. Uhhhhh...whatever. I thoroughly enjoy watching him race, I just wish the stupid car would last longer than 2 laps without something going wrong...poor thing tries sooo hard.
Its funny how all this happens at the same time all at once pretty much every day. All while the kids are playing. Their new thing is Jerome's golf cart. They are completely obsessed and it is the first thing they want to do the minute we get home and they don't stop till it dies or bedtime. Whichever comes first. Kayla and Tate are pretty decent drivers, but the true entertainment is watching Gracie. She knows no other way to drive except pedal to the floor. Seriously. She has been airborne as many times as she has been on the ground. She looks one direction and drives the other. All while her passengers have this look of fear on their faces and are praying to make it to ground again. Guess she drives like her mama.
While children are playing James and I are busy planning and planting the garden. I am so proud of my farmer. He has worked diligently to get the garden planted, tilled and fertilized. Saturday my loving man decided he needed to till the garden so off he goes. He literally had the snot beat out of him by the tiller and was sooooo whiny Saturday night because tilling is such hard work. Maybe it would have been easier had he put the tiller in gear so it would have been self propelled??? Just a thought...hehe. We have tomatoes, corn, peppers, potatoes, spinach, and watermelon on its way. Last year we got 4 ears of corn and 10 tomatoes, so we can only hope to live up to last years standards.
While gardening Jimbo has simultaneously been tinkering on the race car. He says he's gonna get it running good, race it a couple of times and then sell it. Uhhhhh...whatever. I thoroughly enjoy watching him race, I just wish the stupid car would last longer than 2 laps without something going wrong...poor thing tries sooo hard.
Its funny how all this happens at the same time all at once pretty much every day. All while the kids are playing. Their new thing is Jerome's golf cart. They are completely obsessed and it is the first thing they want to do the minute we get home and they don't stop till it dies or bedtime. Whichever comes first. Kayla and Tate are pretty decent drivers, but the true entertainment is watching Gracie. She knows no other way to drive except pedal to the floor. Seriously. She has been airborne as many times as she has been on the ground. She looks one direction and drives the other. All while her passengers have this look of fear on their faces and are praying to make it to ground again. Guess she drives like her mama.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Jimbo
Ahhh....Jimbo. The love of my life. Swept me off my feet almost 2 years ago. Our first date was wonderful. So attractive, sweet, and attentive....right up until we pulled up in to my drive way late at night. I paused when going to get out of the truck (which I had to jumped out of by the way) because he didn't move so I thought oh goodie, he might hang around. NOPE. He said he had a great time....and waited....for me to get out of the truck. Seriously???? Now up until this point I had been on several bad dates, so nothing surprised me, but come on dude, get out da vehicle and walk a chick to the door! I had no idea what a redneck wonderful life I was headed for...
Fast forward two years, as we are getting ready to go to bed, I am chatting with my love, hanging on every word, when I realize that my sexy stud of a man from "this side of the river" has just farted and picked his belly button lent simultaneously and flicked it in to my freshly vacuumed floor. Ahhh....true love.
Fast forward two years, as we are getting ready to go to bed, I am chatting with my love, hanging on every word, when I realize that my sexy stud of a man from "this side of the river" has just farted and picked his belly button lent simultaneously and flicked it in to my freshly vacuumed floor. Ahhh....true love.
Ahhhhhh.....High Heels
I live in what "city people" call the country. I talk with a country twang, and I wear John Deere boots at least once a week. I teach children who come to school in camo, work boots, and overalls. I wouldn't have it any other way. My family is countrified. My children get to wake each morning and look out their windows and see acre after acre of beautiful rolling hills and fields (not really...we do live on a farm, but one child's bedroom faces the highway, one child's windows looks straight in to a tree, and one child's bedroom is technically in the basement, so she doesn't own a window, but you get my point). Our garage is full of pink and brown BB guns, pellet guns, boots of every kind, a dog bed with our blessed Hooch lazily sleeping, and of course, a race car...we will get to the race car in a moment. My point is...I am country. But that will never stop me from wearing my beloved beautiful high heels on a daily basis.
I do everything better in heels, and I have acquired quit a collection. Red, hot pink, leopard, snow leopard, black (many many), camel, and on and on. Each day is a new adventure for my heels. Where will she take me today? What will we get to see? Please pick me!!!! As often as possible, and by that I mean every day except the "spirit days" at school when I am forced to wear a sweatshirt of some sort sporting team spirit, I wear heels to school. My love of heels started when I discovered in high school that there just just no hope...I was going to be short. 5'4" since 6th grade.
My love turned in to obsession after the birth of my first child. I discovered that my once slender sleek runner legs were no longer slender and sleek, but rather dimpled and pudgy. Heels made me feel slimmer, so of course I bought every pair that fit and there was no going back. Do my feet hurt? Duh. And before anyone even starts, I'll clear it all up now. I don't care that my grandmother had to have surgery on her feet because she wore heels; I don't care that I appear to be growing a sixth toe that Jimbo ( my man...more on him later) enjoys pointing out; and I don't care that some day I may be wearing Easy Spirits...today I am wearing BCBG beautiful black 3" patent leather pointed toe heels and they look fabulous.
I would like to add as a side note my legs are not dimpled and pudgy anymore....just sayin. I mean nothing against dimples or pudge, I have plenty of it...just not on my legs.
Heels make me happy, and I love love love them. End of discussion.
I do everything better in heels, and I have acquired quit a collection. Red, hot pink, leopard, snow leopard, black (many many), camel, and on and on. Each day is a new adventure for my heels. Where will she take me today? What will we get to see? Please pick me!!!! As often as possible, and by that I mean every day except the "spirit days" at school when I am forced to wear a sweatshirt of some sort sporting team spirit, I wear heels to school. My love of heels started when I discovered in high school that there just just no hope...I was going to be short. 5'4" since 6th grade.
My love turned in to obsession after the birth of my first child. I discovered that my once slender sleek runner legs were no longer slender and sleek, but rather dimpled and pudgy. Heels made me feel slimmer, so of course I bought every pair that fit and there was no going back. Do my feet hurt? Duh. And before anyone even starts, I'll clear it all up now. I don't care that my grandmother had to have surgery on her feet because she wore heels; I don't care that I appear to be growing a sixth toe that Jimbo ( my man...more on him later) enjoys pointing out; and I don't care that some day I may be wearing Easy Spirits...today I am wearing BCBG beautiful black 3" patent leather pointed toe heels and they look fabulous.
I would like to add as a side note my legs are not dimpled and pudgy anymore....just sayin. I mean nothing against dimples or pudge, I have plenty of it...just not on my legs.
Heels make me happy, and I love love love them. End of discussion.
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