Bits and Pieces

Ungraded papers are beginning to pile up, the laundry is still wet and I have ditched choir practice to remedy this situation. (And here I sit in my pajamas.)

Early voting in my state - it only took me an hour and twenty minutes on Monday; people, it's not over until it's over. I saw all kinds of people waiting to vote, including all the over 75 people going to the front of the line.

My team has three parent conferences tomorrow because of three ne'er do wells. I can't wait.

This past Sunday, I overheard the following conversation.
"Hey, BrownBear, let's go see High School Musical 3. I'll take you."
Sweeter words have never been spoken. They got to go and I didn't have to be involved at all.

I had my observation on Tuesday and my principal got to observe me previewing math vocabulary words - no dog and pony show, but exactly what the county wants going on.

PrepGirl had her fall conference yesterday and during it, she said that she was looking for a big party school for college. Uh, great. That's what everyone is looking for but not what everyone says outloud to advisors and parents. Today, I started looking for some small girls' schools.

And Halloween? I could live without it. Can't wait for it to be over.

Mindless Diversion to Keep the Masses Settled

One of my favorite things to do is surf the blogs. I rarely leave comments, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate those things I read. When I read this at HollowSquirrel, I realized I had hit the mother load. (Or is it mother lode? I don't know. I'm not a miner.)

I laughed until I cried and then I called Prep and BrownBear and read it outloud to them. I only did it to freak them out, too. You see, when they were little (and still to this day) , they had an aversion to eyeballs. They have always been afraid that their own would fall out and have always hated the Halloween eyeball thingys. Being a somewhat bad mother, I have always had an eyeball gumball or two laying around, and I also have a Halloween eyeball bracelet that they cannot STAND to look at. And these are nearly grown girls. As children, they were completely freaked out by eyeballs. I once threatened to dress as an eyeball for Halloween and I thought they were going to call the Department of Children's Services and turn me in as a child abuser.

I think it all started with a simple broken blood vessel in someone's eye - and it has been downhill since.

Thanks to Stacy's story, I don't think they'll be able to go into Panera's anymore.