Sixth of the Sixth

Sanni of My Life Through a Lens tagged me for a photo meme. The rules are as follows:

1. Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.
2. Go to the 6th Folder and then pick the 6th Picture.
3. Post it on your bloggy and tell the story that goes with the picture.
4. Tag 5 other glorious peoples to do the same thing and leave a comment on their bloggy tellin’ them ’bout it.

Well, being one who likes to bend and twist rules a bit, I decided to go to the bottom of the list of photo files and choose the sixth one from the last. There I found this photo:



This was taken in August 2002 on the first day of preschool for Little Man. Bonnie Lass was entering first grade, and we were just getting to leave for the morning. As you can see, by this time (the fifth in a series of photos) the kids were getting a bit...unfocused, so we left for school shortly after this. Little Man's backpack was a Bob the Builder pack, and it was HUGE on a three-year-old; it held large construction paper art projects really well.

Normally I don't tag, but since I know these people are photo takers, I'll tag the following:

1. Stacy at Exceedingly Mundane
2. Amazing Gracie at Echoes of Grace
3. Karmyn at Dreaming What Ifs...
4. Marianne at Lil Bits of Me
5. Jay at Cynical Bastard

Reality Sets In

A sad reality of the school budget cuts, the cabinets that used to be filled with colored copy paper are now nearly bare. Teachers are now allotted reams of white copy paper to last them a certain period of time, and if they want colored paper, they must trade in their white paper. Not an ideal situation, but it has forced the school's staff to be more creative when it comes to developing lessons for the kids and distributing news. School communiques are now distributed exclusively via e-mail, the web site, and telephone. The upper grades are taking tests online, and teachers are rethinking the amount of homework that needs to be sent home (which thrills my son!).

Undercover?

Waiting for Little Man while he's at a tae kwon do leadership class

We're Just a Bunch of Fun Lovin', Hard Drinkin' Churchgoers

My choir buddies will find any excuse to go out after choir practice and have a few. Sometimes we go out to sing karaoke; this particular night, we were celebrating my birthday at Chili's. Left to right, here are Connie, Dan (with his tall cold draft one), Christina (with her Long Island Iced Tea), and Cissy (with her margaritas).

Rainy Day, Long Lines

Here I am, trying to pick up my kids at school at 3:30. When it rains, desert parents typically don't want their precious sugar children to attempt a walk home in the precipitation. You'll notice, it's not even raining yet, and most of the kids who attend this school live within a mile of school. I pick up my kids every day, rain or shine, because they lug so much JUNK to school, walking to school would take forever, and riding their bikes is not a feasible option. We don't have lockers on campus, so the kids are required to tote all of the notebooks and textbooks in their backpacks. Ouch!

Nosy Neighbors

Back in May 2004, my sister in New Mexico had some pretty interesting and very curious neighbors. There were others (like a llama) who resided in the corral, but these were the most inquisitive. Sadly, I'm not sure if these neighbors still reside there. I haven't been able to visit my sister since my diagnosis, and I keep forgetting to ask her about these guys. I remember that I came down with a horrendous case of altitude sickness on this trip, and I also had a double ear infection.

A year later, I was diagnosed with Pulmonary Hypertension, so, sadly, no more visits to my sister's abode which sits at around 8,000 in south central New Mexico.