I survived Greenfield Village!!

That needs to be on a tee-shirt. 
Princess had a field trip and I trying to be super mom decided to tag a long.  However because there were so many other parents I really didn't need to go.  Pfffft.  So I missed a days work only to walk for five hours!!!
It was very exhausting but I did survive!!
Just an observation, but I noticed about a hundred years ago people were short.  The beds were short, the door jams were shorter...I am 5'4" and I felt like a giant!! I am sure that hubby would not have fit on any bed in the village as my BFF pointed out they were all small. 

A poem for my curly headed friend!

How I love my curly headed friend....
let me count the ways....
one she knows how to make me laugh!!
though she is far, far away she worries whether I eat or not...

She knows the answer to everything...
no matter how tarded it may sound....
She can tell you ten places to go and what to do
She has brains in her head and feets in her shoes!!!!

Even when she is pmsing and such she gives her advice with the kindest of touch....
"And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done."
Usually I send an email to my curly headed friend and say something to brighten her day!
She responds in kind and I love her for it!!

She searches the internet without fail to find me the funniest of tales!
I get forwarded only the best of the best!!
Cause my curly headed friend would send me the rest...

I love her in pony tails and comfy shoes
I love eating chili fries with her when she pays
I love that she knows all and has the best clues

33 minor sheep in Farmville

This might sound bad....but I am addicted to Farmville on Facebook.
Saturday night my curly headed friend, who we will from this day forward call Granny, and I decided to turn in our miner sheep.  Once I saw them I knew...just knew that I had to have 33 of them.  I mean how could I not at least have 33 minor sheep.!.!  Farmville had the minor sheep before any of this happened, for the record. 
I still want 33 minor sheep

Someone stold my daughters brand new hoodie from her classroom!!!!

I am so pissed are you kidding me!!  Their are thieves in kindergarten.
I had just taken the tags off and sent her to school wearing her new hoodie.  Then someone took it.  Some five year old at Whitmore Bolles Elementary!!  Either another child took it or one of their parents did either way that is so shitty.  No one has even returned it. 
If my child brought home something by accident that wasn't theirs the very next day I would return it to her class.  But not in Dearborn, Michigan.  Instead I've gotten the run around. 
I've just written the principal...let's see if I get a response. 

Dr. Principal,

Someone has taken my daughters jacket from her classroom. I am a little upset because it was brand new, but mostly upset because it was taken from her classroom. 

I wanted you to be aware of this.  I hoped that at this elementary school theft wouldn’t be a problem, however I suppose there are thieves in every school. 

Since the kids do not have lockers, how shall I be able to ensure that what I send my daughter to school with she returns home with?

i.e. mittens, hats, jackets, and/or coat??? 

**pacing the floors cause I am so upset about this. ***

Shopping, vampires and black sweaters Oh My!

So yesterday after work I had to run home to pick up my curly headed friend and my lil vampire(formally known as princess).   We had to get lil vampire a clipboard for kindergarten!! 

Let's start with kindergarten shall we. 
I've had lists and lists and lists of things she needs for school. 
Some of the things weird, a magazine rack(from pier1 preferably j/k), post its (really? for like when she needs to jot something down and remind herself later cause yeah she can barely write her first name), A reusable (we are a green school duh) water bottle (without a screw on cap), 4 rolls of tape(cause lil vampire's tend to tape things a lot in kindergarten, this for sure is a fact cause lil vampire has gone through many rolls of tape).  Freezer bags of all sizes: gallon (for big snacks), quart (for medium snacks), snack (itty bittyfor  snacks), one box of Band Aids standard size (I think lil vampire will for sure get like one hundred needs for a band aid while in kindergarten) , Pens: black, blue, red (Seriously, five years old she can hardly write her name but she needs pens for???  to write letters then correct them with red pens later??) 

So we go shopping to get her a clipboard for class. Would you believe they have them in different colors and with crazy designs??   So we went with a white board with different shades of blue circles for a design.

Yeah you can call me Super Mom!!

After this lil vampire wants more...a glow in the dark crayola foam wall thingy....not happening....I told her no and she told me: "I didn't want to have to do this but I will bite you in the neck."  Pfft baby threat!  She has to do way better cause I was raised in da hood!  

I really needed a black sweater.  So I went looking for one and good larwd they have tons of them and you really have to try them on because they are each cut differently and you really need to know if it is an all day black sweater or a gee it is really cold outside sweater or maybe just a sweater you can only wear with one outfit sweater. Needless to say I found one **jumping up and down***


Then I wake up to Michigan weather...75 and sunny ?!*#&^%%$#*

My daughter is a Vampire

what are you gonna do???
She is growling and said that she can run really really really fast. That is what vampires do right??
She told her classmates that she is a vampire, to which they responded that it could not be true because she was in the sunlight.  Her answer was that she wasn't completely a vampire yet.....she was turning into a vampire, duhhhh. 
I am the proud mother of a growling, fast running almost vampire....carry on!

Monday Morning Madness and Mayhem

Good Larwd babyjesus!!! There is only so much I can take at my age!! Really!! This monster that is only five years of age is too much to bear!! I swear each morning I have to tip toe for fear of angering the beast that is all of four foot tall!!! It grunts at me!!! It stomps moans and when it speaks it speaks of hate and hate and hate.  It growls!!! I try to feed it but it growls more then stomps and slams stuff and speaks in a alien unknown language. (that is really her trying to talk through tears and crys of hate)
It is terror like no other I've known... no seriously it is.
I believe it is a sick, cruel joke of which I am not privy to.
I am thankful that I do not have a good memory any more!! **beingthisclosetofortymeansIdonotremembermuch** So maybe having kids later in life isn't so bad cause you remember so little.
She rolled her eyes at me and began to speak to me to tell me that I could not beat whip her butt, pffft.
So I told her just how it was:
"I made you and I can do whatever I want to you!!!" I brought you into this world mamasita I can take you out!! <

So after 45 minutes of hate hate hate hate...me and my nephew got outta there.  We are surviors!