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Friday, August 29, 2008
Obama junk
I read a nice essay yesterday on how people are becoming Obama followers and don't even know what they are following. He's made hollow promises that he cannot stand upon. My mind is foggy, and I will have to come back with better supports later on this matter. Our nation is like a bunch of three year old toddlers eating up the Oreos and ice cream of the media frenzy on Obama. All of the noncomformist liberals have turned into a mess of conformists. Being an Obama supporter is like supporting the latest Aeropostale trend at your local high school. Everybody's doing it, so maybe I should too. Well, I'm not buying into it. Shut off your t.v.'s and go outside and enjoy life.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ramblings of someone who doesn't want to give up and sleep...
turn in for the evening. I need to be kind of alert tomorrow as I teach all day, have a meeting, and then immediately following is Open House. WHAT?!
ge (and scary) resemblence of Goob and Noah). The other photo is of me wearing my "almost mullet" hair style alongside Grandma Dorothy's everpresent red polyester "jump" suit with her infamous crazy patterned shirt. Check out Rob's trendy sweatshirt and my not so trendy sweater. Still the same today................Tuesday, August 26, 2008
School pics!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
School's in Session!
Did you notice Noah's ginormous feet in the picture?! The boy is only nine years old and wearing a men's 8 1/2! Yikes! That is about the same size as his sister, who is in sixth grade. We breed 'em big in the Bledsoe home!
Speaking of big kids....Brody is going to be the ring bearer/flower girl escort at my little bro's wedding in two weeks. I took Brody to Ducky's in Galesburg to get measured, and then I called his measurements into the tuxedo shop in Chicago. The clerk first asked his age. I told her he will be four in November, so she marked down he was 3 1/2. I started giving her his measurements and she replied, "Is he a big kid?". I told her he was. I gave her more measurements. She again commented that this could not be right (he was a boys size eight tux jacket). She asked me if he had a big belly. I told her somewhat. She just couldn't fathom how large my boy is. I finally told her that he wears size 5/6 clothes and he wore a size seven suit last Easter. She said (somewhat under her breath), "This I've got to see!". Yes, we have big kids.
Noah is in Fourth Grade this year. He also has the building principal as his teacher. He loves her and should get along fine (they both have a funny sarcastic way about them). He is looking forward to when his teacher goes on maternity leave, as he gets to have his favorite substitute teacher (who retired from ROWVA two years ago), Mr. Panther. Noah loves Mr. Panther because he does cool Science experiments...academic heaven for this boy! This will be the first time he has a male classroom teacher--so cool!
I will try to post pics of my classroom someday soon! I keep forgetting to take some. Maybe I'll take some at Open House this week. Yikes...OPEN HOUSE!!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Things are looking up!
Sorry--no new pics.....I'm too lazy to go up and get my camera.....So I'll leave you with this FABULOUS and STUNNING picture of my older brother, Rob, my little brother, Ryan, and myself sometime in like 1980. Wow......I'm hoping when you see this you are saying, "You've come a long way, baby".Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tonsils, anniversaries, and whatever else is in my brain.....
I wish I would have taken a "before" and "after" photo of Kyla's tonsils, but didn't...so I will have to get a bit creative with some graphic illustrations. To the left is an illustration of what Kyla's throat looked like before they were removed. Yes, those are the Golden Arches. The purple ball like things are representing how her tonsils were touching her uvula. Snazzy, ehh? Well, her tonsils were huge...I mean HUGE. Her dr.'s eyes were huge when he came in to brief us on how it went. He said he had forgotten how big her tonsils were when he first saw them in the office. When he took out her tonsils, they were the size of ping pong balls. Can you imagine that? How in the world does one breathe, or eat with ping pong sized flesh in the back of there throat?! Kyla never let on that she was in any discomfort at all. She has always had a great disposition, so I can't imagine what she'll be like when she heals! Let's just say at that point in the conference room with Dr. Gootee, it was confirmed to Jamie and I that we made the right decision to get these boogers out!
....well, it looked like this:

