Holy road-trippers, fellow bloggers! Y'all have been there, seen that, all to some great tunes on the radio or 8-tracks. I know who to call if I ever get the urge to drive somewhere. I'd have great company on a journey to cheesey roadside attractions and national landmarks if I called any of you.
Helpful hint: holiday-themed stuff goes fast at a bake sale! Some of the moms whipped up ghost, bat and pumpkin cookies (frosted like you would not believe), Halloween cupcakes and the best seller: giant pretzel sticks with candy molded mummies at one end. They were GONE within 20 minutes. A lot of generous moms made some yummy treats to support our PTA--participation is at an all-time high which is such a relief.
Our company came, retrieved their tickets to watch the Packers lose, and enjoyed jambalaya and corn bread (made in the nick of time). Mr. D comes from good people, his Iowa hometown is filled with friendly folks always welcome on my doorstep.
Mr. T survived his first Campboree with the Scouts and is 100% head-over-heels in love with Scouting. Camping, fire making, rocket shooting--he did a lot of neat stuff and came home overflowing with stories about it. I herded him straight into a hot tub so he could relax and wash up before Sunday morning church. Within seconds his brothers were stripped naked and climbing in the tub with him, eager to hear all about his experiences. Miss him much? It thrills me how they adore each other. And despite the fun he had camping, Mr. T was very grateful to be back home in his warm bed last night with Mr. G on the bunk above and Mr. B across the hall. No place like home.
Now a nasty cold has taken up residence in my head. The combination of Claritin and orange juice brought down my bowling average 2 pins yesterday afternoon and how I can be so dried out yet still produce mucus I'll never know. Hopefully I can unclog ad uncloud myself enough to come up with something witty (or at least cohesive) to say at tonight's staff meeting when I represent the PTA to the teachers. Would this offend?
"The PTA is here to help you achieve your goals so No Child is Left Behind. God love you for your good work, you are hard-working decent folks who deserve a break. As PTA president I'll work hard for you because I can see this school right through my kitchen window."
I'll leave you with Mr. B's prayer from the other night before he went to bed. In Sunday school they've been studying the 10 commandments and this last week we focused on honoring our families.
Dear God, I'm really sorry I broke my promise to you and didn't obey my mom today. I understand if you want to kill me. (long pause) But please just make me really sick instead.