Round and round

Yesterday, the wheels on the bus "cheese wagon" took me and the Princess, along with other parents and 4th graders to our state Capital......on a cold and rainy day. I am sick of cold. I am sick of rain.

The wipers swished.....the doors opened and closed.....the people went up and down.....and so on.

I think the only thing left out in that song was the part where the kid on the back of the bus got motion sick and upchucked on the bus, whose windows were all closed because of the cold and rain.

No, wait, another part of the song was left out......the part where, during the upchucking, the kid behind me was eating Ranch Doritos out of a can.

Get a visual if you can. Not going for the olfactory sense here.....just the visual.

I am pretty sure I could not have paid anyone on that bus $50 to trade seats with me. Nobody.




Just so you get THAT other visual out of your head, here's a picture of the 4th grade Princess:

Back to School Blues

School Year 2010-11 is underway! We got back into the swing of all things school this past Wednesday. I officially have a 6th and 4th grader in my home.

What?!

How??

Where does the time go?

It seems like yesterday each were graduating from Kindergarten.

And now look where we are:






LegoMan has graduated from hanging out with the elementary kids in the cafeteria before school, to hanging with his buddies in the gym:




And the Princess has her books and new bangs ready for a new school year:





Happy New School Year, y'all!

Same Song, 100th verse

Who remembers this camp song, which was probably sung over one million times in back seat of the family Pontiac Bonneville.

Fried ham, fried ham
Cheese and bologna
And after the macaroni
We’ll have onions, pickles and pretzels
And then we’ll have some more fried ham
Fried ham, fried ham!

Same song second verse English accent little bit worse...followed by the third verse….the politically incorrect Chinese accent little bit worse…..and we invented plenty more accents, believe me!

Seems like yesterday all four of us kids were not seat belted in the faux-leather back seat of my mom’s Bonneville with the windows rolled down in the hotter-than-blue-blazes Alabama summer. Everyone’s sweaty legs were stuck to each others and we were stinkin’ hot….literally. But that didn’t break our campfire spirit.

And I don’t remember my mom saying a word about our 435 verses. Coincidentally, I have yet to bring out this oldie but goodie song to the GRITS backseat.

I’m thinking this will be the year….perhaps on our Thanksgiving road trip.

Which brings me to the reason I am flashing back to my seemingly good ol’ days.

The Princess got in the car after school and said, “Mommy we played this fun game…..we stuck our thumb up in the air…..blah, blah, blah…..and I had to guess who touched my thumb and I did!”

My rusted out elementary cog wheels started turning with quite a few squeaks! Neurons were firing sparks like mad.

I asked her what was the name of the game she had played. Nothing. Just a shrug in the rear view mirror.

I sat thinking. *DING*

Heads Up, 7-Up!! That’s it. Thank you mind for still being astute. Sometimes.

But, yes, that was the game the Princess had played. I haven’t thought about that game in DECADES, but it was certainly a grade school favorite of mine.

And don’t think I won’t whip it out next time I’m put in charge of a small group of children. Which I hope is no time soon.

Now, anybody up for a game of Doggy, Doggy where’s your bone??