I HATE raw vegetables!!

It hasn't always been like this. I loved going to parties and having veggies and dip. In fact, I usually went back for a second helping. After all, it was healthy. But now I am doing Slim 4 Life and everything has changed. For the first 3 days you can have "all the meat and raw veggies you want!!" Salads, salads, salads. Then when you start your plan you can have 1 cup of raw or 1/2 cup cooked veggies. Ok, still sounds doable. Then the hunger sets in. I want food!! REAL food. I want pizza and chocolate cake. I want a glass of wine. i want something that doesn't start out powdered. But I have lost almost 8 pounds and my precious daughter, Heather, says she can see it or not see it, more correctly. I want a waist almost as much as I want pasta...maybe more...no definitely more. I want to wear jeans that actually fit and are not 2 sizes too big to accomodate my lack of waist.

I actually had a saleslady helping me with jeans and I said "AAARRgg, I just don't have a waist!" She said, "Oh honey, you have a waist, you just don't have any hips to go along with it." I think she was trying to be nice or at least that's what I choose to think.

I was with my mother, who had NO tact at all, as I was trying on jeans. What was I thinking? I found this adorable pair of jeans that were made out of this patchwork denim and I WANTED THEM! I tried on 2 different sizes (there is a size beyond which I will not go) and neither fit. I said under my breath, "Why can't I ever find jeans that fit?" My mother, who pretended to be hard of hearing most of the time, suddenly said in a voice that is reserved only for a daughter, and about 100 decibels louder than necessary, "Well, you're just fat, that's all. You're just fat!" She said it twice to be sure everyone heard her. I weighed in at a whopping 130 lbs.

Given the fact that all the females in our family carry their weight just under their boobs, she had a lot of room to talk or more correctly, EXCLAIM, anything. She was a little round, mean, midget (only 5 feet tall, not really a midget unless you are speaking emotionally). I suppose other daughters have mothers who get to them but mine was a master. But that's another post for another time. I love you Heather! Don't let me get mean.

You just cannot be serious!

So my daughter brought this whole thong-thing to my attention in her blog, Mindless Junque. C an you even believe that anyone would go on national TV with thong in hand to say that some part of it had actually poked her in the eye? And that she was going to sue victoria's Secret. I know this has nothing to do with being a teacher but it is just to good to let it go by without at least talking about it. She says that something popped off it when she was putting it on. My question is "Just how tight did she have to pull it to get anything to pop off?

My next question is, "How could that dilbert lawyer keep a straight face?" and "Do you suppose he had ever even seen a thong before?' This would be great fodder for hysteria in a real teachers' lounge. Unbelieveable.

My Guys

This is for all the wonderful, special men in my life. First, I want to say to the father of my children, Chris, thank you. Thank you for the extraordinary, beautiful children you helped me create. They are anchors for their very special families. Next, to my new husband, Dennis, I would say Happy Father's Day just in case your own children are too busy with their own lives to remind you of how interesting and significant you made their childhoods. I wonder if your daughter knows that your favorite picture sits on our piano...the one of you and her dancing, looking into each other's eyes at her wedding. I wonder if she knows how she hurts you when she ignores your special days.

Next, I want to say Happy First Father's day to my son, Brandon. We are all excited for not only your adoption of Haylie, but for the upcoming brand new addition to our growing little family. We are, of course, rooting for a boy but mostly we are cheering for the fabulous father you will be and already are to Haylie. You are a warm, caring, interesting, and sensitive individual and I can't wait to hold that new baby. Haylie is already a total joy and will be such a fun big sister!

Last, but never least, to my son-in-love, Paul, Heather's husband. Thank you for making my daughter a mother. She has always wanted to be just that. You have supported her in everything she has ever wanted to do. You are the spiritual head of your household and I love you for that. Your children are so beautiful and will be lovely wives to their husbands. You and Heather have set an example of what a hardworking, Christian household should look like. Paul, you have been unfailing in your love for my daughter and your babies. I could not ask for a more perfect partner for Heather. I hope your Father's Day is very special, indeed. I love you.

Happy Father's Day everybody!

Ya' Never Know What They're Thinking!

One day a million years ago when I first started teaching, ladies were required to wear stockings if they wore a dress. And that was rough because I taught in a K-3 school in south Lousiana. This particular school had no air-conditioning and a flat asphalt roof. It was in a very, very low socio-economic rural area. The roads were made of shell dust and the school was full to capacity and over-flowing.

This particular day I had on a dress...and the obligatory stocking. As I sat in my rocking chair reading a story with the children sitting on the floor around my feet, I happened to look down and see a little boy with huge tears running down his face. I asked what had happened and nobody seemed to have an answer. So I gathered the little guy up into my arms and quietly asked what was wrong. Between sobs he said, " You have a hole and your leg is leaking out." I looked down and sure enough..I had a hole in my stocking with a run that ran the length of my leg all the way down to my ankle. I guess to a little fellow who may never have seen his mom with stockings on it actually did look like my leg was leaking.

I love this profession!!!