Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The End Of This Journey

Dear Jake,

Today is your last day of elementary school. You have come a VERY long 6 years in school as you embark on your next adventure: MIDDLE SCHOOL.  Oh, how I can look back on your days as a Kindergartner and remember the trials and tribulations, the fights on how and why school was important and that you still had 16 more years left so you better start liking it NOW.  I remember how we practiced spelling words in the car on the way to school K-3rd grade.  How we fought over wearing the school uniform because that's what private school kids wear.  How you thought I was the coolest mom ever for suggesting they implement "Dollar Day" a couple of times a month so that you could wear regular clothes on those designated days for a mere buck.  How now you ask ME not to wear specific clothes as to not embarrass you in front of your friends, but little do you know that kissing you and saying specific things out loud is really all it takes, not wearing cowboy boots with my dresses. 

Homework was never fun for me as I can now say that I am Valedictorian of K-5th grade and I finally mastered fractions.  I know, Huck, "mastered" is quite the stretch.  The papers and projects are too numerous to count, but I'm glad WE got good grades on all of them.  It was only when the light bulb went off in your head that you enjoyed certain aspects of homework because they were easy and quick to accomplish. Showing your work is not your forte and the countless hours we have fought over why will one day be the nemesis with YOUR child. 

You are a strong young man as you weathered a couple of new schools and went through some major life changing events.  I couldn't be more proud of how you handled them and you kept going unlike me and the worry that I continue to carry for you and E. 
You learned that being suspended from school was more embarrassing then anything, and that the 5th grade "video" was not as terrifying as you first thought.  You have figured out that girls in 1st grade kick you only because they like you and as they get older they don't do it as much. And friends are friends forever through the powers of Facebook.

I can already hear the fears of middle school: School dances where I may be a chaperon just so I can shake my groove thang, HOMEWORK, showering after PE in front of others, HOMEWORK, algebra, girls, friends that were your friends in elementary school are now friends with other kids, you don't want the notes that I write in your lunch bag anymore, and more HOMEWORK.

All of this has taught me my own life lessons...buy stock in erasers, plant more trees for paper, and that our teachers are clearly not paid enough money to put up with everything.

Enjoy your summer.



5th Grade

Monday, June 14, 2010

A Kid After My Own Heart

I can't tell you how much I love In-N-Out Burger.  I always make it a point to visit one when I'm in Vegas, California or St George, Utah.  I am not shy about eating good food especially good burgers.  My favorites seem to have tons of bacon and blue cheese. You can't get it that way at INO, but you can get it animal style which is just as good.If INO could overnight me a dozen or so, I would be forever grateful.

And of course, my child who can't drink hot chocolate without taking some home with him...FOREVER.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

June Playlist


OMG, FOREVER. It's been about that long since I have even looked at this blog much less thought about it. Oh, wait, there were a couple of instances where I thought, "I should write about this." Then the world kept turning and I've blinked a total of 287345820246 since then and have forgotten what that nonsense I was slightly interested in sharing with you was. I SUCK.
A girlfriend of mine actually admitted to me the other day that she reads my blog and it was SHE who brought it to my attention that I hadn't written in over a month and she needed something funny to read. I could have directed her to all of the blogs that I read, but most are not funny. Just 2 words away from making me want to slit my own wrists on some days. By the tone of her text, I could tell she need not be redirected to any of those.
She then went on to tell me it would me my fault if she died that night and had nothing NEW and FUNNY to read. I think this was right after she said she was driving her car into the next guardrail. BAD DAY?
The only thing I could tell her was to reread the blog from the beginning and do it at a different computer (try at the library) so that way it would maybe feel like it was brand new? I promised her I would write something funny for her funeral.