Friday, April 6, 2012

Chop, chop.

My daughter made a request last week.  "Mom, I'd like to get my hair cut so that I can donate it."  We talked about it and she knew that her longity girl locks would be gone, as donation requires quite a bit of hairs. 

She wanted to do it last Thursday.

They didn't have appointments then.  I figured that was okay, as it let her settle in on that choice for a week.  We rocked both of us a lovely appointment, as my hairs needed a donation chop, too. 

Our heads are lighter.  Hers is 12" lighter and her hair ended up just below her shoulders.  (Girlfriend was rockin' hair to her waist.)  My hair got a 9" chop and it is about shoulder length.  Mind you, it is curly and has a mind of its own.  Somedays it seems longer than others.

Still, K-'s hair will go to Locks of Love.  My hair (actually 2 pony tails since I had one that I neglected to send in-- forgot!) will be going to Pantene Beautiful Lengths.  Do you know what my kiddo wants to do?  She wants to grow it all out and do the rinse and repeat.  Bless her heart.  She knows that the hair goes to kids without hair and she is delighted to help.  She has a heaping helping of hair up top, and I'm glad that she made the decision on her own to donate. 

I know, I know.  Y'all want photos, but you know I don't post kiddo's face on the internet!  Trust me, she's cutie patootie.

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Apparently the bus driver doesn't want me to block the road with my body.

Because the decision has come back that the bus cannot stop at the first corner due to all of the children living on the other side of it, it has left the bus stopping at the same place.  I came up with a solution.

Block the road by standing in the "ditch" space where the lady skinnies in behind the bus until after all the children have gotten on and are ready to press on the to next stop. 

I did that today, all the kids got on, then I heard the squeak of the bus brake.  "Hey, she wants to talk to you!" is what the one kid yelled.  I came up to the steps and the bus driver, a rather tall and large woman, is laughing at me (the more petite frame) standing guard at the back of the bus. She offered to stop a bit further past the stop so that I don't have to stand guard.

Maybe I needed to stand guard behind the bus a while ago.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Tales from the Trenches: Hooray for the rain barrel!

Yesterday, I hooked the rain barrel back up.  It really was only a three second job, but I did find out that somewhere over the course of our non-existent winter, the spigot on/off widget had broken.  No fear!  Ace Hardware had what I needed, it was a $5.00 replacement and this one is infinitely more substantial than the one that came with the rain barrel.

Rain barrel, you say?  Why yes.  We bought a water urn from Home Depot last year.   We've absolutely loved it and for K-, it seems like second nature to water the plants from the rain barrel, as opposed to the municipal water source.  (We only had to do that twice last year.) 

Last night, we did have some sprinkles.  We had absolutely nothing significant, but our rain barrel was 1/3 full when I checked it.  Hubs was even shocked when I told him how much water we had collected!  I watered the garden (collards and two separate plantings of peas) as well as the Sweet Peas (flowers.)  I filled the watering can all the way up so that when it does storm in the next day or so, the winds won't make it go by way of Mary Poppins.  We're ready to collect more!  I've got seedlings to get rolling here, so to use the rain water on them will also be a rather lovely thing. 

Eee!  So excited that the rain barrel is working again! 

Have a great day!

Sunday, April 1, 2012


Friday, I worked all day at the school.  I had to get everything ready for the Garden Fair seed planting station.  I heave-hoed the 10 bags of 1 cubic yard of soil, then took them to school, a friend's son moved 4 bags for me, then I had to move the remaining 6 bags.  I put a sign up so that people knew what it was, informed the teachers who expressed interest in planting their children's seeds in class and all was well.  One teacher popped her head back around the corner and said, "Do you have a tool for shoveling the soil?"  "Of course I do!  I'm an anal retentive Virgo!"  She walked away in a giggle.

I went to volunteer in K-'s class, but the class was in the midst of taking a test.  I got a free pass from that, then went hunting for allergy meds at Target.  In the end, I ended up with Target's version of Allegra D and K- got name brand Claritin.  (Coupons, on sale, out of stock . . . or she would be rockin' generic, too.)  I got back, tried to have lunch but found that Wendy's neglected to put one of the two food items into my bag.  I was left without my grilled wrap, but had my baked potato.  Rrr.  The principal checked in with me to make sure I was good for everything for the fundraiser pick-up that afternoon, then he got called out 15 minutes before he was to have a special recess with fundraiser kids, because there was an emergency at another school.  The gym teacher covered the recess, so all was well. 

The truck from the fundraising company came, we unloaded, got things organized, then the filling began.  We only ended up being shy one cookie scoop and being ahead by one cookie dough.  There was an incredible staff of people, including our kids and Mr. B-'s boys who were on spring break, to hoof, haul, fill and carry out to cars.  Kay and I ended up there with our girls until 6:30, only had 5 small orders left, so we counted ourselves extra lucky.

Then we all went home and collapsed.

Saturday was swimming, then lunch out with the in-law's.  I was able to get the remaining items that I needed for K-'s new Easter Bunny bike, since my mother-in-law kept K- with her at Toys R Us so that I could do that.  K- and I hit the craft store, she made a bracelet for a friend and we got supplies for decorating the egg for K-'s locker. 

It no longer looks like an egg.  It is now a bunny.  They said we could glue things to it.  They didn't say that we had to stay within the confines of the egg shape! 

We went to Palm Sunday service this morning.  I had never previously been with palms, so I found it quite interesting.  When we got home, I did as my grandmother always did.  I braided one of the palms (we had actual leaves) and bound it in a curved bend.  It is now sitting in a vase so that it can dry. 

When picking K- up from class, I was asked if I would consider taking a three month teaching rotation of that particular class.  Later, I e-mailed the pastor, told her that God has given me gifts of organization and planning, but I haven't the talent or patience for teaching.  I love teachers.  I treat them VERY well.  I touch them and tell them how pretty they are.  I learned a long time ago that the church isn't going to be offended by your declining a volunteer opportunity by telling them that you have been gifted in another area.  Believe me, they just move you on to a different area of volunteerism.  I believe that they'd rather have someone good at what they do (and not to come down to find all the children tied to their chairs) rather than a warm body as a teacher. 

Hubs had suggested that we work together on a quarterly nature class for the church.  He would teach and I could organize and plan.  We pitched that idea in our e-mail to Rev. Karen.  We'll see if she bites at that offering instead. 

Today, K- and I planted a second planting of peas.  Our peas that we planted previously are about an inch high now.  I was fluffing through the garden with my Garden Claw, only to find that the 4 year old collard green seed I had sown did germinate.  I only plowed over very little, so the iguana should still love his mum.  :)

I ordered Sweet Peas from Baker Creek, too.  It said to sow them 6-8 weeks before the last frost, which should be now.  I weeded and cleared bits of whatnot from the fence area behind our shed and got to planting those.  I'm glad to say that it seems as though the lily transplants from a few years ago seem to have taken just fine, so they should help with erosion on that hill, and the sweet peas will be able to climb the fence and bloom happily for the bees. 

Ooo!  My blazing star, which Chuck the Chipmunk ate down to stumpishness last year, seems to have made it!  It is coming back and I'm so happy.  It is way behind the others in regard to growth, but I'll take what I can get! 

Speaking of Chuck, since we've noticed his fascination to chop down all sunflowers with his tiny chipmunk axe in the middle of the night, I will be putting guards out for the sunflowers once again.  Last year, K- planted and successfully grew to about 2" 12-16 sunflowers.  Only one made it.  :(  This year, I hope to outsmart our furry friend. 

It takes me to tonight.  We've finished dinner, I've got the groceries put away, K- and Hubs are playing Star Wars on some type of video game system and I'm here with you.  That's not folding the laundry, though.  It is also not bedazzling shirts for my nieces.  I must depart to press on.

Have a wonderful day!