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stuff and nonsense
Today I took the boy to the beach after school, which was a fun surprise for him. It hit me suddenly last week that there are only two more weeks left of the semester, and once we get back from Disney, I'm working afternoons through to evenings four days a week, and until late afternoon on Fridays. There just aren't going to be days like this anymore, really, so I decided to take advantage.
There were lots of tiny fish surrounding our feet, and the water was cold; we dug holes and squirted each other with water guns, and then had lunch at the beach shack place. It was nice.
I'm super psyched because next week is kindergarten orientation! And I get to go! Awesome timing! Scott and I, after hearing more about the school, decided to take Z off the waiting list for the other school--I find it irritating that he was automatically put on the thing in the first place, though I can see how it would be easier for the school assignment office--because he's getting used to the idea of this particular school, and we'll have orientation soon, and I don't want to switch things up on him in this year where so many things are changing around him.
Anyway, I am looking forward to seeing the school with Z, and meeting the teachers, and asking some of the questions we didn't know to ask back when we started these tours.
Saturday was the boyo's birthday party--I invited something like a dozen kids, expecting half of them to not come, and we wound up with nearly all of them, plus some extra sibs. This is why you have parties at the playground, gang. Miss T and Miss L, my almost nieces, were there, which was great--Z loves playing with L, and T is really good with him. We had a pinata that Scott had to beat the hell out of to break--all the kids got two whacks each--and a giant Spongebob cake that I ended up cutting, feeling trapped in a weird dream where the cake never ended and I was slowly being devoured by frosting.
I really dig some of Z's friends from VPK, and I'm sad he won't be with them next year. :(
We then had an after-party with David and Jason and the girls, and I tried to figure out where the damn gifts were going to go. In the end, I bought a new bookshelf (for $16!) and between that and my mad skillz, I got it all organized.
Other than all of this, I have been grading, reading and trying to do revisions. Also yoga and walking, because I haven't had a chance to do my bike maintenance. Eventually, though, the bike will be maintained and I will be riding again.
I've been a little too obsessed with Glee lately, which I blame on a distinct lack of other TV. I need to figure out when Sherlock starts on PBS. Speaking of Glee, though, I'll say that last week's episode was ... fine. It didn't thrill me, but I didn't hate it. My conviction, thanks to Guiding Light, that Matt Bomer is always a serial killer, made it more entertaining on the whole. And my favorite line: "Oh, Blaine, you have to, you're both so handsome and good." Also, Blaine jumping on the piano. Poor Blaine. :) I'm also worried about Quinn and Artie, because one or the other of them is wrong, and it's going to suck for whoever it is.
And that, my friends, is my boring life. I suppose it could be worse.
There were lots of tiny fish surrounding our feet, and the water was cold; we dug holes and squirted each other with water guns, and then had lunch at the beach shack place. It was nice.
I'm super psyched because next week is kindergarten orientation! And I get to go! Awesome timing! Scott and I, after hearing more about the school, decided to take Z off the waiting list for the other school--I find it irritating that he was automatically put on the thing in the first place, though I can see how it would be easier for the school assignment office--because he's getting used to the idea of this particular school, and we'll have orientation soon, and I don't want to switch things up on him in this year where so many things are changing around him.
Anyway, I am looking forward to seeing the school with Z, and meeting the teachers, and asking some of the questions we didn't know to ask back when we started these tours.
Saturday was the boyo's birthday party--I invited something like a dozen kids, expecting half of them to not come, and we wound up with nearly all of them, plus some extra sibs. This is why you have parties at the playground, gang. Miss T and Miss L, my almost nieces, were there, which was great--Z loves playing with L, and T is really good with him. We had a pinata that Scott had to beat the hell out of to break--all the kids got two whacks each--and a giant Spongebob cake that I ended up cutting, feeling trapped in a weird dream where the cake never ended and I was slowly being devoured by frosting.
I really dig some of Z's friends from VPK, and I'm sad he won't be with them next year. :(
We then had an after-party with David and Jason and the girls, and I tried to figure out where the damn gifts were going to go. In the end, I bought a new bookshelf (for $16!) and between that and my mad skillz, I got it all organized.
Other than all of this, I have been grading, reading and trying to do revisions. Also yoga and walking, because I haven't had a chance to do my bike maintenance. Eventually, though, the bike will be maintained and I will be riding again.
I've been a little too obsessed with Glee lately, which I blame on a distinct lack of other TV. I need to figure out when Sherlock starts on PBS. Speaking of Glee, though, I'll say that last week's episode was ... fine. It didn't thrill me, but I didn't hate it. My conviction, thanks to Guiding Light, that Matt Bomer is always a serial killer, made it more entertaining on the whole. And my favorite line: "Oh, Blaine, you have to, you're both so handsome and good." Also, Blaine jumping on the piano. Poor Blaine. :) I'm also worried about Quinn and Artie, because one or the other of them is wrong, and it's going to suck for whoever it is.
And that, my friends, is my boring life. I suppose it could be worse.