H2 {oh!}

OMG-rammie

Last night I forwarded a picture to Grammie's Sprint phone. {Applause for Grammie having her cell phone on, let alone hearing the alert!}

But it's what came next that has me tweeting...

 

Grammie's reply text: "OMG, that is crazy!"

 

Yep, the grammie with 40 lb rotary dial telephone over her granite kitchen counter is using text lingo!

 

In shock, I called her back to verify it came from her. She admitted that she started to type the whole thing out (she doesn't have QWERTY) then realized there was a simpler way.

She's adopting folks!  

Slowly...

But she's adopting!

 

Side note:

I looked up OMG on urbandictionary.com, and this definition cracked me up:

OMG

Net-centric abbreviation for the popular exclamation "Oh my God!" (generally used in conversations to exclaim surprise or disgust). Most commonly used by teenage girls who find it depressingly hard to type out an entire word. Reinforces assumptions that humans seem to be getting dumber from generation to generation.

 

Chooseday

Today I officially rename the third day of the week, "Chooseday".  I think we may be eating ice cream and peanut M&Ms for dinner -- and I can't wait!

PS. I guess today is the day I "chose" to blog again!

... I think this Chooseday thing may catch on!

So she thinks she's got talent!

Today I was informed by BG that she was "asked" to be in the talent show with two besties, Cecilia and Mary.  Apparently the three of them blew away the teacher with their rendition of the Spanish Color song.  I asked what's holding them back... BG said: "We're considering it. If we all three decide we want to, then we will.  If we all three don't want to, then we won't."  

I really can't tell you if this story is true -- I'll fill you in on past "Tales at K" in future posts -- but I will say, I do agree, the girls got talent!

 

Untitled from H2oh on Vimeo.

PS.  I have absolutely no idea what she's saying!

After assessing BGs lunch box this evening and finding not one but TWO untouched frosted Halloween cookies, it prompted the question, "why didn't you eat your lunch today?" 

BG: I didn't have enough time.

Mama: Not enough time to eat your DESSERT? (who is this child o'mine?)

BG: No, I was too busy talking.  (ooooh yes, she is definitely mine.)

Mama: Who were you talking to?

BG: Will.  We were discussing how teeth grow in your mouth.

Mama:  What did you decide, how do they grow?

BG: We decided we didn't know.

 

Fair enough, deep kindergarten conversations with the blond cutie trump frosted cookies -- but don't worry, we shared them tonight.

When the Saints Go Marching into Kindergarten

Happy All Saints Day!  The 8th graders dressed up as Saints today for church and presented stories to the Kindergarteners.

Here's what BG took from the presentations...

Saint Mike, I mean St. Michael:

There was a big fight in heaven and he fighted in the war in Heaven. He didn't die because Jesus was watching after him and he had a sword in his pocket.

 

Saint Elisabeth of Hungarys:

She gave bread to the poor people and her father didn't like her sharing. Her father put her in prison but then she got out, she escaped and then she kept giving bread to the poor people.

 

We'll have to check with Aunt Saint Sharon for the facts.  But for now, when I asked BG if they were 8th graders that dressed up, she told me "they were real angels, one was a girl and one was a boy."

 

Hard to believe some day she'll too be an 8th grader dressing up as her own saint!

Girl Scout Heart to Heart

I'm pretty sure being a Girl Scout leader has been my destiny since age 9...  I can't honestly remember how it happened, if she asked me, if I outwordly volunteered, would there even be a troop without it?

I guess it really doesn't matter at this point, as in two short days my destiny will come to fruition.  I'll be standing in front of seven adorable Daisies in blue singing my heart out to "Make New Friends." I really have no idea what I'm doing other than I love crafts and am cherishing every second that BG will still have something to do with me. But I'll be honesy, I'm nervous.

Tonight BG and I had a heart to heart about Daisies.  I told her I hoped I would be a good leader.  She told me:

"Mama, don't worry, you'll be a great leader. Even if it's complete chaos."

She will certainly be a truthful motivator someday... and I think that day was today :)  Wish me some big time Daisy luck!  And call me next month if you need cookies!

 

Oh... and where did she get the word "chaos?"  Seriously, let's not plan for chaos.

First Day at K

I we survived the first 22 days of K!

Here's a run-down:

We <3 uniforms.

 

The steps are steep when you're headed to meet new friends.

 

We made the list.

 
The desks are small.

And we've ALL got lots to learn from Mrs. G.

 

With three lunchroom duties, one can drive, two all-school masses, one fundraiser, and way too many 6AM alarms under our belts, we survived 22 days of K! 

Hooray!

 

How many nurses does it take...

To give BG two Kindergarten shots?

 

I wish it was a bad blonde joke, but unfortunately the answer is 3 + 1 crazed mama holding a screaming head that looked like it might spin off from her neck!  Needless to say, at least we didn't get walked out like we did at the dentist the week before.  Is it me or am I just TRYING to torture myself in the month of July?

Thank you to the fabulously patient PP nurses.  And a note for next time, instead of the gift card for ice cream for the kids, how bout a drink at Nick & Jakes for the mama.  Just a thought  :)

 

I can't wait till she turns 11 and we get to try this again!

Hangin' up her heels

Today is a banner day -- and one I never actually imagined.  She's been telling me since I was two that she'll be working till she dies.  I guess I just believed her! 

I'm so proud and happy to announce that Grammie is writing her next chapter, beginning today.

Here are a couple of things I know for sure:

1. The halls of Monsanto are gonna be a lot quieter.
2. Grammie's pinky toes are breathing a sigh of relief.
3. I won't be hearing "hold a sec," every time I call.
4. Mac's customer care call volume is escalating.
5. Starbucks is dedicating a recliner.
6. Grandparent's day at BG's school will never be the same.
7. And she deserves every lunch, party, and recognition she's gotten!

Congratulations Grammie on retiring in style!  You are my hero.

Love,

Your baby girl

xoxo

 

 

A date with the Claw

For the second night in a row I will attempt to win the pink bunny located at entrance B of the local Wall-mart. To BG's dismay, the claw went right over bunny's ears and back to it's position -- taunting us with its dramatic "release" over the empty collection shoot. And a DOLLAR!  Seriously, who charges a dollar per grab?  We both left broke and in tears.

I thought the image of pink bunny would fade after dinner, books, and a full night's sleep.  Alas, this morning BG woke me with pleading eyes asking if we could go back and try again for pink bunny.  I explained that the people who make the machine set it so when the claw comes down it doesn't actually close.  It WAITS until it's gone up a little bit to close, and therefore misses the bunny completely!  To this she replied in disgust: "Uhhhh, those people are totally cheating! They are not my best friends!"  I thought we had come to a resolution.  Until her next pleading request: "so can we go back tonight after school and try again mama?  I think he still might be there." 

Guess who has a date tonight... with the CLAW!