youR SO Awsome

And you see why I stayed for almost a week with these kids when their tiny little teacher became very ill during the second week of school. It was almost sad on my last day because I've grown to know them, their evil tricks  clever and intelligent ideas, and they knew when they had shredded my last nerve Mrs. Blakely is serious about completing an assignment before we sing songs whisper to our neighbor. But it was a bittersweet parting this week, I am free to move on to other classes and their very missed teacher is well and they can take their tests I've prepared them for and move on to new material. But I'm glad I RocK and that I'm Awsome....so adorable six grade! Thank You!

School has begun...

...and so have the questions from my six year old...such as, "Mama why do some teachers have white dots under their arm?" It's still reaching temps close to 100 degrees down here in the South so I had to tell her it's deodorant where the teachers have been sweating!
 I've been hard at work already putting in hours as a substitute teacher (which I love). The best thing about being a sub is you don't usually have the same kids day after day after day....so when you get one that wants to tell you about the book he's reading, EVERY SINGLE DETAIL, you can patiently listen to him for the last fifteen minutes of class and know that there is at least one kid in here who is actually reading! Had I been his real teacher I'd likely had asked him to write it all out in a book report because there's no way I can stand there for 15 min without nodding off  while the other 16 kids need my attention also. So I smiled, patiently, tried walking off a few times to correct a student here and there but even though he'd get annoyed w/me, he was determined to give me all the details of this book. Good reading bud!
I've not spent much time in the car line yet since I've been working, that's where I usually find loads of entertainment. You just wouldn't believe people! So feed your children lots and lots of sugar before school, give them energy drinks, so I can spend my day asking them to, "Find a home for your bottom!" or "Park it right here!" Who knows, maybe I'll be the one with white dots under my arms before the day is up!

She's BeDDr

These were my son's b'day cards to my mom and dad who had birthdays this month...notice the armpit hair! Yep, this artwork has 9 year old boy written all over it.

And these have 6 year old little girl written all over it. As you can see PawPaw is selley (silly).

Now take a good look at this one, she was angry w/me when she drew it so she wrote on Nanny's card "Yrr BEDDr ten VaL" and I guess you can tell she thinks Nanny is better than me!

It's not that I can't cook...really!

I can cook somewhat really! But you know, I'm all about routine. And it just wouldn't be The Blakely's without my husband coming home after a long night shift to the smell of burnt food. And granted my kids (being deaf) may not hear the fire alarm but where would they be without mama scraping off the bottom layer of biscuit each morning because they are charred their half biscuits? That alarm bell just means the biscuits are done right? Sure, I'm a little distracted at times but hey, we've established a routine...which is important! lol

Because Beastie Boys are still cool

Had a great loooong drive into the city with my daughter today. We sang Trick Daddy and learned my six year old is a thug just like her Mama! Oh yea. And I just want to point out the The Beastie Boys are still cool as they received her seal of approval. I mean and why not? Where else is it okay for grown white men to rap to funky beats such as a PE teacher's whistle combined with a xylophone and repetitive lyrics in every song like

• White Castle 
• girls
• ill
• Mike D
• MCA
• beer

One Day...

One day, she will realize that not everyone's fire alarms go off each time they cook...

One day, she will mow her lawn wearing a homemade crown because her daughter thinks she is a princess and who doesn't look fabulous in a crown anyway?...

One day, she will pretend she don't know the answers just to hear her children's imagination create story after story, making up their own...

One day, she will answer the door and completely forget she's been playing beauty shop with her child...

One day, she will understand why Mom said "No, stop, get down, wipe, wash your hands, stop running, you can't carve your brother's name in dad's car either!"...

One day, she'll call her kids by each other's names, and maybe even a pet's name before her brain pulls up the correct one, and her children will make fun of her for that...

One day, she will begin sentences and never finish them because mid-way, she lost her train of thought and never recovered it...

She's a little Mama in the making...bless her heart, but she wouldn't trade her future job for anything in the world.

Homophones (Blakely style)

Today's lesson is on homophones. Those are words that sound exactly the same but have different meanings and often are spelled differently as well. Here are a few I pulled from our home...

Which-as in "Choose which one sounds better, doing what Mom said or going to bed...and I don't care if it's six pm!"

Witch-as in; It's always best Mommy gets plenty of rest or she'll look like a wicked witch.

Made-as in "Get that bed made!"

Maid-as in "I am not your maid!"

Morning-as in "You will clean your room in the morning."

Mourning-as in "You will clean your room in the morning, or you will be mourning over the loss of your favorite toys!"

no-as in "No, you can't ride four wheelers after you've sent your sister to the ER!"

NNNNOOOOO!!-as in "NNNNOOOOO!! You can't ride four wheelers after you've sent your sister to the ER, I've told you a hundred times already!"

Goodbye to a good friend

This morning I woke, got my coffee and sat at my computer to do 'my work'. I moderated the blogs from Deaf Village, read my emails, and popped over to Facebook. I went straight to my farm on Farmville...and realized I was insane. I used to think it was fun, planting crops, watching them grow, getting new farm equipment...um, I have my own garden, I need to be watching my children grow, and I get nothing from this insanity anymore. I'm done. Goodbye Farmville. I will not return. I actually told myself each morning I HAD to check my crops before I could start my day (away from the computer). This morning, I wanted to ride my bike before the satellite  man came to fix our Dish, but when I found myself putting Farmville first, I realized I had a problem. So, I've started the road to recovery. If I had withdrawls, I will go out to my real garden and REALLY PICK CUCUMBERS...REALLY PLOW THE LAND...OR REALLY PICK FLOWERS. Thank you Farmville for contributing the gas cans each day in your attempt to drive me down the road to the asylum that awaits me, but I'm done. Goodbye.

Say Ling ??

"Can you get the say ling?" she says. I reply, "what do you need saline for?" And she's written clearly here that she has poked her eye.

The Dark Room....

It is always acceptable to darken a child's bedroom as much as possible to ensure you get in your pot of coffee, gardening, excersises, music, anything that you enjoy doing without lots of extra help  those babies get plenty of rest. Afterall they are busy all day fighting, destroying the house and pushing mom's buttons, right?

My kids are still snoozing, working on their 11th hour of rest. I don't even open blinds in other parts of the house for fear that even the slightest ray will go directly to their eyeballs. It's best remain dark until you see those blue eyes looking back at you!