Heard...

Went to Wal-Mart to get some tomato stakes and a birthday card. J-Mav was with me, and not happy to be going to "another store" (we had gone to Modell's to return something and pick up a birthday gift).

"Wal-Mart's dumb. All you do is get couches and sofas and baby wipes."

Well, alrighty then.

Seen...

I received a text from Hubby last Sunday night while I was heading home from a weekend at my parents' house...

Our children challenge my will to live.

It had been a long weekend.

More poetry

In keeping with the poetry theme of yesterday, I thought I'd post these two poems Keeper Boy wrote for his poetry unit at school. I think they're both very good. :)

School is Great!
I don't last in Physical Ed.
In music I can't sing.
I can't pass art to save my life.
In computer lab I don't know a thing.
I'll go dumb in History.
In Math my mind starts swelling.
Don't know much Biology.
At least I'm good at speling!


If I Were In Charge of the World
This poem is loosely based on the original of the same name by Judith Voirst. Their assignment was to use it as a base and write a similar poem.

If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel parking meters,
Tuesday nights,
The Iraqi fight, and also Justin Bieber.

If I were in charge of the world
A mile wouldn't be so far,
Dinosaurs would be alive,
And I'd have a hockey rink in my backyard.

If I were in charge of the word
You wouldn't have sad.
Hunger would be gone.
You could never get mad.

If I were in charge of the world
War would hit the dirt.
No "Leave him along, you've got your own!"
No one could ever get hurt.

If I were in charge of the world
There'd be no such think as being sick,
Every food would be chocolate,
And you could transport yourself with a click.

It'd be me, tall and proud,
With the stars and stripes unfurled,
On the gold medal stand, in the Olympics,
If I were in charge of the world.

Just another day

Please don’t do that.
I’m not in the mood.
Put on your socks and shoes.
No, Oreos are not breakfast food.

Those shorts are ugly.
I didn’t do it.
But he got it out.
No, it’s not a zit.

Wash your face.
Take your pill.
Brush your teeth.
Will you just sit still?

No. Uh uh.
I’m not gonna do that.
It’s a free county.
NO.

Are you ready to go?
Do you have all your stuff?
What’s wrong now?
Don’t walk around in a huff!

Where’s my vocab?
I can’t find my cleat.
Did you pack my lunch?
Well, what am I supposed to eat?

Get your stuff.
It’s time to go.
You’ll be late!
IT’S TIME TO GO!

I don’t have any homework.
Oh, I forgot it at school.
Homework is boring.
I want to go to the pool.

I don’t really care.
I’m going to count to three.
Keep your hands to yourself.
Eyes. On. Me.

What’s for dinner?
No way I’m eating that.
Fine, I won't eat.
What's wrong with wearing a hat?

Clean up your mess.
Sit down in your seat.
That’s not acceptable.
Stop talking and eat.

Hey, I burped/farted.
You’re a dork.
He’s teasing me.
But I don’t like pork.

It tastes like chicken.
You’ve eaten it before.
If you don’t like the rules,
There’s the door.

But I took a shower last night.
Yes I used soap.
I’m going as fast as I can.
I know, I know, you’re at the end of your rope.

Am I laughing?
Do I look amused?
I suggest you stop.
I’m at the end of my fuse.

But I’m not tired.
I want to stay up.
I need to tell you about my day.
I need some water in a cup.

Get in bed.
Go to sleep.
It’s past your bedtime.
I don’t want to hear a peep.

I love you, Mama.
You’re the best.
I love you, too.
Get a good night’s rest.

Tomorrow will come.
Just another day.
Busy. Frustrating. Life.
I’d have it no other way.

Heard...

I came home from a weekend away last night around dinner time. J-Mav wanted to show me his new hockey helmet and stick that he got yesterday in preparation for his learn-to-play hockey clinic, which starts next weekend. He put his helmet on and assumed a "ready" stance with his stick (in the middle of the kitchen). I said, "you look just like a hockey player!"

He straightened up, looked me in the eye, and said in quite an annoyed manner, "I AM a hockey player."

My bad.