What's up with Whatsit

I'm back - neener neener

I thought I was going to take a break from blogging, and I did take a short one. I'm back because every time something interesting would happen, I would start thinking of a way to blog about it, then go "Oh, yeah." Here are five of the topmost thoughts in my brain.

At the breakfast table this morning we were discussing things to get my grandmother for Mother's Day. Matt said "How about a hearing aid?" We laughed until we couldn't. The funny thing is that Memaw talked about Papaw for so many years because he got hard of hearing, but wouldn't dream of admitting to it or getting a hearing aid, and now Memaw has gotten the same way.

Yesterday at work I was telling my kindergarten class The Three Bears. What I'll do is say something like "Once upon a time there were three . . . camels," and wait on them to correct me. This is good for kindergarteners - recalling details helps their brain some kind of way. So in the process of the story I made the comment that Mama Bear got up and cooked . . . scrambled eggs for breakfast. I sat there a moment and waited on some of them to say "Nooooo, porridge," but all the kindergarteners just sat there and looked at me. I said "Y'all know Mama Bear didn't cook scrambled eggs for breakfast, what did she cook?" Almost as if on cue, about five or six of them yelled out "GRITS!"

I am sitting here watching Lawrence Welk. Instead of an inner child, I guess I have an inner old person. One reason I like this show is that one of the cast members is from Mississippi, Guy Hovis. My mother and I used to be slightly acquainted with the lady he married after splitting up from Rolna. My mom and I both thought it was funny that the second wife resembled Rolna so strongly. I guess this is gossip isn't it? As Dorothy Parker used to say, "If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me."

Summer is coming soon! Five more days of little worrisome rugrats kids coming to the library. Ten more days of those same little worrisome rugrats kids coming to school. Fourteen more days of teachers coming to school, since we get out on Memorial Day, then come back for four days. I've had my mouth set on a whole summer off ever since I left the juvie jail. Hooray! *doing virtual cartwheels, since real ones would send me to the hospital* In our free week, my assistant and I are supposed to inventory the library. The key words are "supposed to." I feel some serious laziness coming on.

Guess what? I came home from my mom's house about an hour ago, brushed my hair out, got comfortable (read: took my shoes and my bra off), and all of a sudden NOW my husband wants me to go out to eat. He can't just go make a sandwich? Men - good grief.

Now you know what I know. Happy Mother's Day to all.