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.