When I go to the grocery store, which is way more often that I would like to, on my way to get a parking spot I pass this sign in the first row of spaces.
Every time I see it, I smile to myself and happily choose a space further down the row.
I don’t mind walking one bit in light of the alternative.
(Please note that this is at my lovely grocery store, NOT Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart does not care if you have to carry your pregnant self and your toddler a quarter mile through the parking lot.)
My new job!
I have made it through three days without being fired which I’ll take as a good sign. It might be a better sign if my principal had actually been in the building this week instead of at district meetings, but I’m going to run with it. My proud moment for the week was today when I was given a spreadsheet to track copier costs and not only figured out to use it, but also did some googling and tinkering and vastly improved it.
I sat back in my desk chair and stared smugly at my screen. The vice-principal walked by and I told her, “I just made a kick ass spreadsheet.” She looked over my shoulder as I showed her the improved features and then agreed with me that it was, indeed, a kick ass spreadsheet.
It’s ok. We can say words like that this week because the kids aren’t there yet.
The other fun thing about my job is freaking out the kids coming in to register who are from the elementary school where I worked the last five years. Most of them look pleased to see me, but not all. You can just see the thoughts running through their little minds, “Ack! The recess lady! She’s following me!”
My kids have been home alone, together all week. Thus far they have not killed each other AND they have completed their chore lists. What they’re doing aside from that, I do not ask. I probably do not want to know.
One thing I do know they’re doing is playing with this.
Yes, we got another kitten. I know. You’re thinking, “But Mindee, haven’t you had three cats die in the last three years? Why would bring another one into your house? Do you hate cats?”
But I had to get him! I had to get him because not only were the kids sad, but Faith’s cat JuJuBee was sad. Seriously, she sat upstairs and cried for days. It was awful. And since she has had the decency to live for 6 1/2 years, it’s the least I could do for her.
I was just going to go look at a kitten advertised in the paper. Supposedly he’s Siamese of the Applehead variety. (Our other Siamese cats have all been Wedge Head type.) He’ll have tabby points when he gets bigger. The “breeder” I bought him from though was a rather toothless, smoking woman who met me on the front porch of her fairly filthy house. Behind her I saw at least five cats and two dogs. The kitten himself reeked and had poop crusted into his paws.
There was no way I was leaving him there.
So I brought him home and immediately put him into the bath. The next day the vet declared him fit and flea free. Still to be safe, we’ve kept him separate from JuJuBee until last night. She’s been dying to meet him, hanging out outside Reagan’s room.
This is how that went.
He got QUITE fluffy. Quite.
Right now I’m calling him Nameless because Reagan can’t come up with one. I suggested “Wally” because he is just a tad wall eyed but she didn’t think that was funny.
Shows what she knows.