Last Day

Last Day 2008-2009 School Year

It is official. Today is the last day of school. A whole summer free of early releases, field trips, IEP's, point sheets, conferences. I am actually looking forward to the phrase, "I'm bored!" Look for a post in the middle of summer where I say, "I can't take it!" Hope always springs eternal at the beginning of the summer. I only see rainbows and lollipops.

1 more Day

Tomorrow is the last day of school but who is counting. LOL This is a journal writing for Chuckles on his summer plans.
Translation: Soon school will b(e) out for the summer. First, I will play with my Legos. Next I will play outside. Last I will Lego (the rest is garble that even Chuck doesn't know what it says)

Alien Visitors and Abductions

The school year is FINALLY winding down. The last day of school is the 19th. All the notebooks, papers, and projects are being brought home. I was thumbing through one of #1 Son's notebooks and I found the drawing below and it just cracked me up.

I think this could explain some of the missing homework assignments - really this could explain a lot of things.

Hopeless Man Thinking

This month's Family Handyman magazine(July/August 2009) made me giggle. The caption on the front says, "Rent a MONSTER tool to save time (have a blast, too)." If that doesn't say manly, I don't know what does. The front cover practically grunted at me. I generally like to flip through this magazine and stop at the back section to read the funny homeowner mess ups. Hey, misery loves company. I stopped in this issue at the article about the automatic-start weed trimmer and thought that was genius - a woman definitely invented this. A weed whacker that starts at the touch of a button. The weed whacker at my house quite frankly scares me. At my house, I am the one who mows and The Giant Man Child does the weed whacking. The main reason I don't weed whack is because I don't know how to start the darn thing. Our weed whacker is so complicated to start. So you probably know, how often weed whacking occurs at our house. The article basically repeated my own situation that the wife mows but refuses to use the weed whacker. The article practically advocates MEN buying this weed whacker so they will never have to participate in lawn care ever again. I call this "Hopeless Man Thinking" as in I hope the Giant Man Child didn't see it.

Flag Day

Happy Flag Day

Thrifting Mojo

Yesterday, Mrs Epi and I and our lucky charm "the Queen of Quite A Lot" went to our favorite thrift haunt. It was our last hurrah before all our kids were out of school. The very first thing I saw was this lovely footed amber madrid fruit bowl.

I have collected amber madrid since High School. Back in the day, I was the budding romantic and was collecting it for my hope chest. Do girls even do that now a days? The bowl was in great shape and I purchased it. I got it for $18. It was marked $24 but Goodwill has a policy on collectibles that have been there 90 days or more to mark them down 30%. Mrs Epi and I usually hit this place up every other month as it is about a 40 minute drive to get to. I must of just missed seeing it the last time I was there. Mrs Epi also did quite well scoring some little Wade Tea figurines for her collection and some salt shakers too.

Roses

My roses are going crazy blooming. They make me think of my Grandmother's roses. She had over 50 rose bushes. At least, one bush for every year of marriage. That is a lot of roses. She often floated them in bowls. I am very lucky to have 3 of my husband's grandmother's rose bushes. They traveled with us from our home in Chula Vista, CA to here in the Pacific Northwest over 5 years ago. Out of the 5 we brought up here, 3 still survive.