Too purty to live in town.....

9/17/07

Maybe I should have called this "out of the mouths of babes"

I talked with Joe about Friday's episode at school after picking him up from his dad's. Turns out, his second referral was due to calling a classmate a name. Jerkoff. Yup, jerkoff. He thought it was just another way to call someone a jerk. sigh. Go ahead, laugh.

I ended up trying to explain to him what that word really meant and why he should never call someone that. He didn't totally understand it, of course, but I think he understood enough to know that he shouldn't use that name again. That's not a word I use, so either he heard it at school or from his dad. Sadly, it is a word the donkey uses frequently.

I understand Joe's gonna learn new words on occasion. I just wish he'd run them by me before using them on others to make sure he uses it appropriately or knows if it's a word he shouldn't use at all. I'm jusy glad it wasn't the "n" word. We'd already discussed that one. If he had used that one, they would have probably suspended him.

So, this morning, we and met with each teacher so he made his amends and the teachers know that I'm aware and handling it.

Ahhh, kids! 8 more years...8 more years....I just hope I have enough sanity left to enjoy it. LOL

Funny for today
If you don't read this, you will gain 10 pounds

I can almost feel myself losing weight .. . by posting this! You'll understand at the end.

I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be . . Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck), you'll probably relate.

Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.

In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.

Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.

Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.

Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too."

Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sitting on our biggest ones.

Mid-life is when you look at your know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"

In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retain is water.

Mid-life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally -- more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.

Mid-life means that you become more reflective . . . You start pondering the "big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?

But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important. We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!

Copy, paste and send this to four women and you will lose two pounds.

Send this to all the women you know (or ever knew), and you will lose 10 pounds.

If you ignore this, you will gain 10 pounds immediately. (That's why I had to pass this on - I didn't want to risk deleting this.)

Thanks for stopping by,
Curls