Here we are in scenic Carencro, Louisiana, enjoying life and eating well. The kids and I arrived last night after an uneventful drive down. We were all pooped, as we had spent the rest of the weekend camping for Tiger's Cub Scout Graduation! We no longer have a Cub Scout. It was a bittersweet moment.
Sal helpfully packed the air mattress for us. Alas, it was the one with the hole in it.
Last week's exhaustion began Monday when Sal's Scoutmaster told me that Sal would need full Native American regalia for Saturday night's ceremony. Apparently they don't sell that at J.C. Penney. (You've got it right, I had to make it.) It was a hectic week, but the finished product was worth the effort.
I'll post photos of the cultural masterpiece a.s.a.p.
Today was spent cleaning up for Mom, who recently had her hip replaced and isn't quite up to it, and doing odd jobs.
Shopping tomorrow with a side trip to our favorite Chinese restaurant will be fun. Later in the week we hope to make it to Old Tyme Grocery in Lafayette for po-boys. I'll feel like I'm in college again!
No school for the kids this week!
How will they ever survive?
Life is good for the planeteers in Louisiana. Exhausting, but good.
Last Wednesday we went to a local Tea Party. As we were running from one event to another, we were a little late for the speeches. However, we made it in time for the sign waving, car-honking portion of the evening. Free speech at its free-ist. Breathe the clean air, I told my children. We live in a constitutional republic. It's a good thing.
Favorite signage at the rally:
"Congress: You're Fired!" - The guy holding this one oddly resembled Donald Trump. Go figure.
"We owe WHAT?" - I think that every time I hear the word trillion. My poor future grandchildren.
I'll have to double check this with the CFO, but I don't recall seeing one anti-Obama sign at all. Maybe they were gone by the time we arrived. Mostly, the annoyance was directed at our Pork-Rich Congressmen. We are in Mississippi, after all. Politicians here seem to thrive on pork, and I don't mean barbecue.
We didn't take signs. We just wanted to show our faces and let the kiddos say they were there when. It was a great Civics lesson. Government for the people, by the people, etc. It was all very polite and happy and an overall good experience.
Imagine my surprise to get home to discover that because I attended a Tea Party, I am considered a pawn of that right-wing media, Fox News.
If I'd know that, I would have at least registered Republican.
I guess I missed the memo.
Why am I up at 4 in the morning? This is not a quiz. It's a rhetorical question. I don't expect you to know. How could you possibly know? I sure don't.
Anyway, as I am awake and it is 4 in the morning, I thought, "Why not call Aunt the Major?" Don't you call your sister at 4 in the morning? I do. Or, I would, if I could find her phone number. It's one of those long international jobs, so it's not like I have it memorized. It's in my phone book, where ever that is. I vaguely remember someone of the short persuasion asking me for it a week or so ago. Which means it is probably under someone's bed. Or desk. Or on their closet floor. Closets are not to be trifled with at 4 in the morning. Sorry, dear sister. I'm not calling. And it's not my fault.
Insert change of subject sticky note here.
(Or, as my military sister would say, "Break. Break.")
(Maybe you had to be there.)
So, I would like to announce that it is officially slug season here on the planet. That's right, you heard me correctly. I said slug. S.L.U.G. One was oozing up the wall behind the washing machine this evening. Ew. Naturally, I screamed like a little girl for The CFO. I told him that it was his husbandly duty to get rid of it. I told him I was certain it was somewhere in our pre-nup that he had to deal with slugs. (Probably right next to the clause that explicitly states that he MUST leave the toilet lid down.) I reminded him of the time that he was in Tennessee and I was in Louisiana with three children, a dog, a cat and sixteen chickens, who later exploded, and I had to deal with the mouse that the cat brought in. The mouse that was still, gulp, ALIVE? Remember? Don't cha?!?
He dealt with the slug. Maybe just to shut me up. I can't be certain.
Now that I've shared that sad insight into my marriage, I've nothing left to do. Calling the sister is out. Lesson plans? They may not make sense if I write them now. Oh, sure. They'll make sense now. But when the kids try to read them on Monday, they'll be total gibberish. Lesson plans are out. Watching T.V.? If it's something scary, I'll freak out and never get back to sleep. If it's something funny, I'll laugh and wake everyone else up. If it's an info-mercial, I'll throw something at the television. Not good. T.V. is definitely out. Too much reading or computer and my eyes will be puffy and red the rest of the day.
Maybe I'll go and stir up the cat. It's better than nothing.
4 o'clock in the morning. 'Tis the hour of my discontent.
We went to a Tax Day Tea Party yesterday. More about that later this week. (Or next.)
Also, I have Easter photos to show you, but I am having computer issues that ONLY THE FIFTEEN YEAR OLD CAN FIX (she types with no shame). However, he is currently sleeping and tomorrow a.m. he will be en route to a Scout event. You see how he is unable to take care of my petty problems. I am sure that I'm pretty low on his to-do list.
In the meantime, I can tell you this exciting planetary news!!!
Sal has his learner's permit!!!!!
We are now accepting charitable donations to pay for the insurance.
Just kidding about the donations. We will accept prayers. Please.
As I sit here with a blank, white screen before me, I realize I don't have much to report. The Planet continues to spin. Laundry is done. Floors are scrubbed. Fractions are taught. But do you really what to read about the cleaning of the cat box?
I think not.
I could tell you that the garden has been planted. Only, I'm not certain what was planted, as it was a CFO orchestrated job. So, I'll just tell you that I'm grateful I didn't have to do it!
I could tell you of my quest to buy decimal cubes. I have fraction cubes, and I love them. I hope to get my decimal cubes soon! I am delaying my lesson on decimals until they arrive, so we'll leave it for another post, shall we?
(I'm excited about decimal cubes. Has it come to this?)
I went to Wal-Mart this morning. There were no announcements asking people to please stop their children from running, no screaming hysterics in Español, no one arrested in the parking lot. It was sadly lacking in spice. I was a little disappointed, truth to tell.
It's quite obvious to me that my life is on the dull side at the moment.
I think I'll go grab a book, stretch out on the sofa and enjoy my nothingness.
I'll get back to you when something blows up. Dull never lasts long in this house.
Should Sal take Algebra II next year or Geometry? A friend who is a high-school math teacher recommends the continuity of Algebra II, but Geometry will be on the dreaded standardized test he will need to take to get into the local community college's Dual Enrollment program.
Comments? Thoughts? Ideas? Help?