Brain Dump

No, not "dump" in the potty sense of the word. Did your brain go there? To be honest, I wouldn't blame you. I've realized that in the last month of this blog, many of my post titles have consisted of words like "tits", "hell", and "Corona". It's time this mama cleans up her act, lest people start picturing me as a chain smoking, leather clad, biker mama.

Actually, I'm not even sure if the biker crowd would even touch a Corona, which I guess makes it a pretty safe bet that no one is ever going to confuse me for a biker chick.

Anyway.

This is literally, a brain dump. I have a bunch of little things to tell you, and there is not one single unifying thought in any of it. Yet I feel the need to express it all.

Here goes:

We're not going to China. The decision was made for us by the people who do the hiring at the American school in Shanghai. They hired a teacher who was already over there and did not have a family to transport. To be honest, I'm a step below elated and a step above relieved about this.

Still haven't heard anything from the job I applied for. Goodbye pedicure dreams, wardrobe dreams, and nanny dreams. Sniff. Sniff.

The end of this school year is killing me. It seems like everyday we've got some kind of ceremony or event to go to. At this point, I've sat through one end of the year preschool program, one Farewell to Kindergarten program (sorry guys- no Tooty Ta footage), and one of the longest middle school award ceremonies in history. Seriously, listen to this: On top of the regular awards, the principal had all FIFTY SIX teachers on his staff come to the podium and one by one present an award personally to 3 different students. That's 168 short speeches in all. My butt is still numb.

I had to tutor tonight, so I left Mr. C a note in the fridge, taped to his beer. It said, "Chicken in Crock Pot, salad in fridge, all you have to do is make the rolls." Next to this, I left the cylinder of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls. I came home to flat little baked triangles. I think he thought they were going to spring up and roll themselves into the appropriate shapes while baking.

I want to shave J's head for summertime and post the footage on here. I'm still trying to talk him into it.

Princess G and I were hanging out in the pool the other day and she said "Mom, it's not fair that some things can fly and walk."

I love that she thinks about stuff like that.

And that's all my tired brain can handle right now.

You all have a good night.