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Also, I'd just like to point out for the record that Rihanna got her edgy new haircut AFTER the Hair God did the same thing to my very own personal head of hair early last week:
Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. Just to be certain: Rihanna, I'm going to wear jeans and a black shirt today, so try not to copy me, okay? Thanks!
(Okay, so she's gorgeous and tall and thin and I actually brush my hair out of my eyes. But still, it's essentially the same look.)
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Graceful has a physics project due this week. Physics, people. The child is in third grade. I'm not even sure I covered this stuff in advanced high school physics. Well, maybe I did but that was a long time ago and it obviously hasn't stayed with me.
I took one look at the assignment and told the girl she was going to have to talk to her father because this was beyond me. The students have learned about simple machines (pulleys, levers, etc.) and have to design a playground or obstacle course using six different simple machines and one compound machine (two simple ones combined).
Someone remind me of this the next time I bitch and moan about public schools not sufficiently challenging the smart students. THIS is homework that I can live with, as opposed to the ridiculous make work the children had last semester.
(And let me just say hello to Graceful's teacher, whom I believe lurks here. Hi! In spite of my griping all year, you are the best teacher we've ever had at the school and we truly appreciate what you do.)
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Wrapping up a couple of loose ends that no one else but me cares about:
- Regarding that neighbor I don't want to help when she pops out yet another child, I haven't actually seen her in a few weeks and probably won't for the foreseeable future. We had some safety concerns about the school bus, so our girls are no longer riding home in the afternoon, which is when I would see that mother. With any luck, I won't actually have to make a decision on whether or not to be a good neighbor. Lame, I know, but I have pledged to be honest here, so honesty is what you get from me.
- Last week Pete and I withdrew Elegant's application to the private school we'd applied her to last fall. We had met with the head of the school and were not pleased with how the meeting went. Suffice it to say that the head of school was not overly friendly, nor was this person at all enthusiastic about having our amazing wonderful delightful child at that school. In spite of that, we were strongly encouraged to enroll BOTH of our girls there next year and not wait until the following year on Graceful. Seriously. I was pretty stressed about it, but then the girls brought home their report cards (excellent all around) and we were pleased to see that El's doing well and trying hard in school.
Finally, I had my weigh in to day and I have no idea what my true weight is. I stepped on the scales, looked down and saw the number. I stepped off and realized that I wasn't 100% certain about what I saw, so I got on again. The second number was different from the first. So I weighed myself a third time. Different number. All within two minutes. WTF?! So I'm taking the middle number and going with it.
It must be Monday.