Funny story that happened the other night.........I did get permission to Share....
The kids and I were eating at CiCi's Pizza the other night. There was a group of giggly teenage girls a few booths down. Andrew came back from the salad bar and in true Napoleon Dynamite fashion said "hey, I think those chicks dig me, they're looking at me." Anyway, Shay directs my attention to Andrew......The chicks were looking at him all right.....he had pizza sauce smeared all over his face..PRICELESS.
We did tell him.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The Chicks Dig Me..............
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Monday, June 11, 2007
Alexander's Awards.......
Today was awards day at Irwin Middle School. Alexander did a wonderful job this year!
He got: A-B Honor Roll, a Golden Mustang award (citizenship award), two Math awards, a Band award (he plays sax) and the coveted Mustang Pride award, this is a teacher chosen award. He also received the Presidential Academic Achievement Award.
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Friday, June 08, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Piano Recital
Tonight was Melissa's first piano recital. She has been playing for almost a year. She played "Fur Elise" and "Celebration" and did a WONDERFUL job!
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Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Tom Sawyer
Tom went on whitewashing – paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment and then said: “Hi- yi ! You’re up a stump, ain’t you!”
No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside of him. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:
“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”
“Say – I’m going in a-swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work – wouldn’t you? Course you would!”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
“What do you call work?”
“Why, ain’t that work?”
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer.”
“Oh come, now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”
The brush continued to move.
“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth – stepped back to note the effect – added a touch here and there – criticised the effect again – Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”
No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside of him. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:
“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”
“Say – I’m going in a-swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work – wouldn’t you? Course you would!”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
“What do you call work?”
“Why, ain’t that work?”
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer.”
“Oh come, now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”
The brush continued to move.
“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth – stepped back to note the effect – added a touch here and there – criticised the effect again – Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”
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Friday, April 27, 2007
Abby and Alexander
Abby has decided that Alexander is her new best friend. If she is playing down the street, I can scream for her until I'm blue in the face and she would not come home. Alexander on the other hand, says "Abby, time to come home", and she's right there. Alexander is charging me 25 cents each time I use "his service". Great.
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
Pinewood Derby 2007
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
Guard Duty........
Yes Dirk was guarding the Easter Baskets, as soon as he got his, he grabbed his bone! He also kept trying to steal Melissa's pair of socks!
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Monday, April 09, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
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