I’m making up for not doing a Five for Fraturday last weekend by doing a Five for Friday ON A FRIDAY this weekend.
I’ve been trying to get back in the groove after spending the last two weekends out of town (Vegas and Pasadena) which basically means I have a lot of laundry, schoolwork, and cuddling with Murphie to do when I get home from school.
And then I’m tired.
I mean, I’m so tired that I forgot to record the premiere of the Real Housewives of Melbourne, as in Australia, and I had a pen pal for years and years and years from Australia, and I am secretly hoping she is on the show and mentions me and that Bravo flies me out there, but I forgot to record it! That’s when I knew my tiredness was serious.
So . . . better late than never (I should have done this on Wednesday!!!) but I picked a winner for all of the Spring plays!
Congratulations, Cindi! Check your email! 🙂
Last Sunday, we showered Hadar with love and presents from her registry! YAY! That’s where I ate the entire yummy cup of melted caramel that no one thought I could finish. Yes, I’m still thinking about it.
Hadar looked amazing and beautiful . . . as always! I joked that she was all spring and light and young, while I was winter and dark and old.
I told her I was glad I could make her look so beautiful!
We are getting ready for Open House which means we are working on our Pioneers unit. This week, we showed the kids bits and pieces of a Little House on the Prairie episode called Country Girls (from Season One) so that they could see what a one-room schoolhouse looked like. Then we pulled out our slates (aka chalkboards from Oriental Trading Company) and let the kids play with them for a few minutes.
They went CRAZY over these mini chalkboards!
They had to share, too, because I only have 24 (which was not a problem back when I had 20 kids) and no one whined or complained.
I’m putting them in a center for next week. 🙂
I just happened to come across these at the grocery store. I had no intention of buying a bag. At all.
When I got home, Steve helped me unload the groceries and he said, “What’s this?”
And that’s when I realized they jumped into my cart of their own volition and came home with me.
I had to keep them. Who’s going back to the store after you just got home and already switched back into your pajama pants? Not me.
So I ate them.
And they’re interesting. They’re a pita chip. But they’re sweet. And salty.
It’s not a cup of melted caramel, but it’s doing the trick.
Vegas, Pasadena, Palm Springs . . . apparently, I’ve decided not to live at home on the weekends.
Steve and I are heading to Palm Springs for a friend’s birthday.
I have no idea how I am going to stay awake for the festivities.
I’m sure it will be fun whether I’m sleeping sitting up or slouched over.