When 7th Grade Seemed Cool and Other Random Thoughts
When I was growing up we had Jr. High as opposed to Middle School. Jr. High started in the seventh grade. I distinctly remember a time in my life when I COULD NOT WAIT to be a seventh grader. How cool. The perks of Jr. High? Come on. Wow. It seemed there could never be anything cooler. And BONUS we got out 30 minutes before the “little kids”. Wow. How badly can one misinterpret reality?
Boog was slighted earlier today. He and Little Miss Sunshine were playing airplane. She took it upon herself to assign the duty roster. “You can drive the plane, I’ll get the drinks.”
“Boys can get drinks too you know.”
No one wanted to be the pilot. I’m going to spin this as they don’t feel the need to be in a position of power, rather they have a servants heart. Well, it’s my story that gets told here.
Last week, while on Facebook I got chatted up by a former child of mine. She wanted to know if she could come and see me. Since she is still underaged I inquired as to her parents thoughts on the matter. She emancipated at 17 so I encouraged her to come over whenever she felt like it.
I suppose my thoughts on the matter deserve their very own post.
She’s coming over tonight.
Then I’m going to night two of a women’s conference and let me just ask you this? Why have we, as women as a whole, not yet gotten it into our pretty little heads that we are AWESOME, SO FREAKING AWESOME, and stop the whining? Isn’t that the essence of a women’s conference, to tell us how awesome we are? Apparently this theme sells, but more on that later.
Looking forward to going to church this weekend, corporately speaking. We have a meeting with the Food Bank next week to finalize paperwork regarding the Back Pack Food Program, probably not in time for Spring Break, but enough time to work out the kinks before the school year ends and we move from two schools to all of them. We are doing our neighborhood school, it is not a Title 1 school, the needs here are real, but overlooked in the evil rich district we live in. We are also doing a school where it’s estimated that over 90% of the kids will participate.
So, I gots to go scan the horizon for my baby coming home.
