Rednecks and Gingerbread

I heard "The 12 Redneck Days of Christmas" on the radio today, and it struck me that Sean would actually like most of those redneck gifts.  Hmmmm...  Let's examine this:

12 pack of Bud
11 rasslin tickets
10 of Copenhagen
9 years probation
8 table dancers
7 packs of Red Man 
6 cans of Spam
5 flannel shirts
4 big mud tires
3 shotgun shells 
2 huntin dogs
And some parts to a Mustang GT

He wouldn't have much use for the Copenhagen or the Red Man, and I wouldn't let him have the Spam or the table dancers.  Or the 9 years probation.  But the rest?  Yeah, he'd probably enjoy the rest of it.  Which is fine with me.  I like rednecks.  Rednecks are hot.  Not to be mistaken with hillbillies... that's a whole different ball of overalls and possum pie.  Today's blog brought to you by rampant stereotyping.  

Things I hate:

• When my students have missing work and they tell their parent(s) that they turned it in and I just haven't entered it yet.  Which is a LIE.  So then I get an e-mail from the parents wondering when I'm going to enter their work, and I have to explain to them that Precious never turned it in.  I call the kid over and ask them about it and it's all.... Oh, yeah, I still need to do that.  Then will you please stop lying to your parents about it, ding-dong??  It just makes more work for me.
• When my students cry and complain because we have to write a lot.  Or we have to read something that they don't find entertaining.  You mean, we have to do, gasp, work??   You mean, everything in life isn't fun all of the time?  How will we ever cope??  
• When my students say, "Did we do anything Friday when I was gone?"  No, since you weren't here we considered the day a waste and just sat around staring at each other.  "I'm going to be absent next time.  Are we doing anything?"  Naw, I thought we'd all hall ourselves out of bed at the buttcrack of dawn, get all dressed and do our hair and brush our teeth, drive ourselves to the school, and then just sit here and do nothing.  That sounds like a great idea, doesn't it?  Luckily my sarcasm filter is still working and I just smile and say, "Yes."

Santa came to the daycare last week, and Lexi apparently told him that she wants a mini Pillow Pet and a Hannah Montana poster.  Two things which she never said she wanted until that day.  Hope she's not disappointed, because I bought neither of those.  

Grandma had the kids over to make gingerbread houses.  

 Lexi made a bed on her floor and has been sleeping on it at night.  She wanted me to take a picture of her laying on it and reading.  

Most nights she ends up in our bed before the night is through.  It's hot and I end up with cramped body parts, but man I wouldn't trade it.  On the nights when she doesn't come in, I find myself missing her.  I'm enjoying it for as long as it lasts.  

Josh's Birthday, Thanksgiving, Dr. Who, Me Being Fat...

Josh turned nine this month.  He's such a sweetheart.  He got Legos and books and a Nerf gun for his birthday.  He wanted Subway for his birthday dinner and donuts instead of cake.

Lexi is such a spaz.  First she was back behind these pictures being a goof.

Then the next time I looked at the camera I found pictures she had taken of herself.  Here is my favorite, complete with the chocolate on her chin from her donut.

Then I found these today.

What is wrong with my children, and where did they get those glasses??

Thanksgiving was extra nice this year because Curt and Lauralee and their family came down from Washington.  It was so good to see them and to visit with Lauralee and with everyone else in the family.  We had dinner at Mike and Connie's this year, and it was fabulous.  I ate way too much, which is just as it should be.  While we had the whole family together, we took some family photos.  

I jacked this picture off of Lauralee's blog because I love my Brittbritt.  

We spent a good part of the weekend playing around with Sean's family while Curt and Lauralee were here, so that was really fun.  Friday night we played Mafia and the name game.  Saturday we went to Robintino's for lunch and played cards.  It was really hard to go back to work on Monday.  So hard, in fact, that I didn't go.  Ha!  I took the day off because I had been sick and couldn't seem to shake it, and because I had so many things I needed to get done at home.  So I took a sick day, and it was lovely.  

Last time Lexi went in to the doctor, her doctor adjusted her pump settings quite a bit, and her numbers are looking so much better.  I should have had them take a look at it before.  I'm much happier with it now.

I judged at a debate tournament on Friday night just for fun.  I really enjoy doing it.  I got to judge Lincoln/Douglas, which I haven't ever done before.  That was interesting.  And then I also judged Duo, which is a dramatic interpretation of a piece of literature done by two students.  That was entertaining.  It made for a long day, but I love it.  

I got asked the other day if I'm pregnant.  That's always fun.  Luckily I'm in a pretty OK mental place right now so it really didn't phase me too much.  The lady that asked is an old acquaintance and she has a really thick accent, and she said, "You expecting baby?" and I laughed and said, "No," and she said, "Oh," and just kept talking about something else entirely.  So there wasn't any awkward pauses or apologies, which is good.  I don't know.  Whatever.  At first I was like... Damn, I'm 40 years old, when will people stop asking me if I'm pregnant.  I get it.  I'm fat.  Whatever.  But then I figured, hey, if people think I still look young enough to be pregnant, cool.  

Brittney did these really cool Dr. Who designs on her nails today.  She does the cutest stuff.  I love love the Tardis on her ring finger.  I couldn't get a very good pic of it.  I want her to do union jacks on all of my fingernails.