Flu Sandwich Sweatshirt Christian

I am taking the boys to get flu shots after school tomorrow. Shh...
they don't know yet. I will tell them we are going on a little ride.
Which always makes me think of a story my Hillbilly Mama told
me. A friend of hers had a friend who was quite elderly. The little
old lady was excited because her son and his family were coming
by to take her for a ride on Sunday. She talked about it all week.
Sunday came, and they showed up. They loaded her into the car
and took off. They drove her to a nursing home and left her. So
much for the 'ride'. Doesn't that make you want to cry? If not, the
thought of a flu shot should make you cry. I got several comments
about Demon Flu Shot last time I wrote about it.

Last Friday, HH stayed home from work to pick up the returning
veteran son at Reavis Barracks. He always throws things off when
he's home. He has taken to staying in bed until we leave for school,
because he creates such a disruption. Well, he can even disrupt the
morning routine from bed. I forgot my lunch, for the first time all
year. I called HH on the way to school and asked if he could bring
it to me. It was just a roast beef sandwich, not a leg of lamb or
anything. HH agreed. Good ol' HH. Sometimes he does do something
right. He arrived with the sandwich, and came in the back door and
then to my room. Good thing he wasn't an intruder. He asked if he
could use the bathroom before he left, but I told him no, to wait until
he got to Wal*Mart. No need to tempt fate. The kids get scared
when there is a strange man in their bathroom.

As soon as HH left, I remembered that I wanted him to get orange
sweatshirts for the boys. It is deer hunting season, you know. If they
wanted to play outside over the weekend, I wanted people to know
they were not deer cavorting on the grounds of the Mansion. HH
said he would get them. I gave him the sizes. That was the last I
thought of it until Saturday. HH said they were going down in the
woods with the vet and his other son. I told him to get the orange
sweatshirts. "I didn't get them sweatshirts. They were $17!" Umm...
yes, that's about the price of any sweatshirt right now. "I wasn't
spending that much money for something they wouldn't wear again.
I got them sock caps and velcro vests." Which of course they are
going to wear again. I can hear it now...."Moooooommmmm!
Where did you put my orange velcro vest? I was planning to wear
it to school today!"

It is the time of year again when I will be busy as a beaver. I suppose
beavers are busy, because you never see them running through the
fields like deer and turkey, or smashed on the road like possums.
I have 6 semester finals to create in the next month. I have to clean
out my Writing-Across-the-Curriculum notebook and put in 9 new
entries. Oh, but first I have to decide on the writing prompts. We
have an early out day again next week for Thanksgiving. We don't
flip the schedule on that day, but I hear the lunch times will be moved
up. Which makes me curious, because my class goes to lunch 20
minutes after I arrive at that building. Then there's the business of
my 25 lesson plans per week. Thank the Gummi Mary that I have
one class who brings their work to me. Or else it would be 30 of
those pesky thingamajigs per week. I must remember to show up
for my ticket-selling duty that is the same night as #2 son's Christmas
Program. Only I thought they weren't supposed to call it 'Christmas'
anymore, just like Halloween is now 'Fall Festival'. They can't sing
any recognizable Christmas carols, which kind of takes the Christmas
spirit right out of me. Funny thing is...the program he brought home
proclaims "Kookaburra's Christmas Down Under". So there is still
the mention of Christmas. That seems like the pot calling the kettle
'Christian' to me, but they don't ever consult me on these things.
Go figure!