A New Phase

We got that girl registered for high school yesterday. It was almost a kind of a surreal experience.

First off, the high school campus here is so freaking huge! I firmly believe it's bigger than the college I attended "back in the day", that is now a university. We had no clue where we were going at all. Finally, I called my neighbor who has a kid in high school and warned I was about to lose religion and needed some help. Debbie came through for me like she usually does. Well, she did after I got all turned around and finally handed the phone to Fred. I have to admit...I was about ill when we finally got to where we were going.

Honest to the Good Lord above, the 9th grade center is as big as my high school back home. Probably bigger. They keep the freshmen separated from the older kids and integrate them during the year. I suppose this is to keep from overwhelming them. I was overwhelmed by the size of the campus and was so glad I wasn't the one having to deal with it.

We sat down to discuss next year's choices for classes with a teacher she has now. I'm not so sure I like this teacher. She's older but she has a fake smile and laugh. She just didn't rub me right. But, then again, I could have still been ill over the whole finding the right building issue.

Paige is determined to do ROTC. Argh. I just don't want her to! I'm not going to tell her she can't. I flat out told the teacher that my family had done enough military time and maybe it was time for others to kick in and make the sacrifice. (man, didn't that almost sound bitter?) I just want her take other courses, like business law, or advanced computer technology. Of course, Paige and I butted heads right there in front of God and everyone. You know...when you talk through clenched teeth while smiling (even though you're not fooling anyone within a 3 ft. radius)? She's taking all gifted classes. She's eligible and by golly, she's going to do it. She got pissed because she wanted to take a basic math to have things easier. No ma'am, not happening. Then I got the "Mama, you gotta let me make choices!". No, I don't. By law, Fred and I make the choices until she is grown and gone out of our house and relies on us for nothing......money, food, clothing, and insurance. Deal with it, Sister.

How can you just disconnect the "BAD CHOICES" button on kids? Because you know they're gonna make choices that aren't the smartest and you know this because you did it your own self. You know they're gonna fight you tooth and nail because you fought your own parents. Although, my parents weren't involved really in any of schedule choices. I was left to my own devices. I just got massive restriction over bad grades when I made them. I swear I stayed on restriction my senior year. Sometimes, it felt like my Dad would just look at me and put me on it. Looking back, I'm sure I deserved it, but I sure wish he would have been more involved than just handing out punishments. Ha ha ha. I'm involved AND I hand out punishment. See how cool I am? (And my Dad now has the nerve to tell me that I'm hard on her. Anyone see the irony here?) Okay, done with the Daddy Bashing. It's old stuff that needs to stay in the past or I just need to go on and get myself some therapy and exorcise those demons.

Anyone who knows me understands that keeping my mouth shut just isn't an option sometimes. So, when the teacher handed me some papers that had Paige's reading list for the summer, I just looked at her. I said..."What is this?". She said...."Paige's books she has to read over the summer and the assignment that has to be completed for first day of school." I said....."I'm sorry, but this is just wrong. Where's the joy of summer? Why are you making kids who work all year work even more? There's no vacation to be had if they're still doing work." And the teacher just looked at me. I think I'm the first parent that has complained about this. I'm not worried about Paige reading. She'll do it. But, dang, when do the kids get to be kids? I think the teacher was done with us then and ready to get us the heck out of there.

I'd say it was a successful trip, wouldn't you? Paige got some good classes lined up. I ended up embarrassing the pure snot out of her by not being cool at all. We now know which building she's supposed to be in on the first day. I must not forget to mention she was also having a good hair day to impress the 9th graders there helping out.

Now, I have to do the paperwork for The Boy next week at his school. This going from high school thinking to 4K thinking might just be the end of me. Oh, and don't forget Mak will be heading into 4th grade next year. When did that happen???? I need to keep an eye on that girl...she's slipping by under the radar.

And that concludes the big High School Registration ordeal.


We are off to SC yet again this weekend. Our house there has been sold and I need to say good bye to it and bring back some stuff that was there. It's been a sudden kind of deal where there were no choices and I'm having some mental issues over it. Nothing life threatening, just being too rushed through the process to let it all sink in. It will make our visits there fewer and further between, but that can't be helped. I'm already stressing over the email I have to send Santa to tell him there's a change of address and I don't know where he's making a drop at this year. Everyone here is wanting him to come to Georgia since he's never seen our home here. I still feel drawn to S.C. because that's where he's always been for me. We'll have to stay tuned for that one.....we have a month or two or three to figure it out.

Have a good weekend, my Internets. Keep it legal.

Is this right??

My oldest child will register for high school next Thursday.

I am too YOUNG to have a kid going into high school.


Ok...not really. But, jeesh, this is aging me. Next thing you know, she'll want to do something crazy like DRIVE. MY vehicle.

It seems like only yesterday I was taking her for the first day of pre-school. Her little teeny tiny self.

Hold up.

Didn't I just register a kid for pre-school about a month ago???

~sigh~

I might need medication in order to help my thought process change from high school thinking to pre-school thinking in a blink.

This just isn't right.

Paige-isms....the next volume

The night my husband was out all night ....uh....working, Paige and I were having a pretty normal conversation. We were talking about school and whatnot. She has a technology class in the morning time and when all school work is done, the students are allowed to surf the Internet. Of course, it's monitored and a lot of the sites are barred by the higher ups. I dig the thought that the teacher can access any student's screen at any given moment to see what they are doing. Apparently, this teacher is pretty good at catching wrong doers.

Paige made mention that she uses my side bar to visit other blogs I have listed there. She also mentioned that she can't access my comments because it's barred for some unknown reason.

Then we get to this part of the conversation I thought I would share with you.

She informed me that she could access every one's blog but Get Off My Lawn's. She then went on to say that she assumed this was because he was Canadian.

Pause for that perfect thought to enter her head................


She then said..."OMG. That is so wrong. What is this school? Country-ist? Jeeze. You got racists, weightists, and now we got countryists. Will it never end???"

It literally took me a minute and when I caught it, I died laughing.

Lawn? My girl is on your side, man. She's gonna fight for the Canadian bloggers of this Internet World.

Just thought you'd like to know.



Another quick note for you, Internets. I added a couple more sites that I like to visit on a regular basis. A good number of bloggers I have listed are fellow Navy Wives. We all live this crazy life with views that differ from person to person. I support my sisters and hope that you, too, enjoy visiting their lives from time to time. If you are a visitor and would like to have your name on my list, just let me know! Of course this will mean a visit to your blog where I leave random comments at will. Are you willing to take this chance?

Summer Camp Update 2007 plus a couple of thoughts...

That girl of ours is having the time of her life!

We've received short phone calls around 11 at night because they have to be in the dorms by 11 and lights out by 11:30. I'm digging that.

Of course, I'm hearing all the updates on how "hot" the guys are and that the balcony of their room has a clear shot of a room of guys and it was all cool and giggly until they realized those same guys have the SAME view into their room. Then the screaming started. So there's alot of peeking through the curtains going on.

I can't even begin to tell you all the stuff she's done. That's why I'm going to let her post on here when she gets back and fill you all in. I do know they're doing some mission work. She went to a children's home yesterday and was jealous because the other half of the group went to an old folk's home. Paige is all about some old people. She loves them all. She's the kid that when we are at a rest area on the interstate and she sees an elderly lady go in the restroom by herself, she follows at a discreet distance and keeps an eye on her until she's safely back in her car. I'm sure some of the old gals think Paige is a stalker, but she's very protective of them!

The food isn't the greatest, but they have salad so she'll survive. I had to laugh at this because how many kids do you know could live off of salad and be perfectly content? Told you she was weird.

I get the occasional text message telling me she misses me. Or that there's a thunderstorm going on. Or asking what Vitt is up to. Bless his heart, he's been looking for Sissy and can't understand why she won't come home.

For those of you who are fans of Christian rock or pop or whatever...the band Big Daddy Weave was supposed to make an appearance at the camp. She got to see them perform twice on Monday. It blew her mind. She was talking so fast I had to make her slow down a few times just so I could understand her. Apparently the band/group is at the camp the whole entire week and she gets to enjoy their singing goodness every single night! How cool is that? And she is totally buying a t-shirt because they have merch. HUH? What is merch? Can you hear an eye roll through phone lines? I'm positive I heard one because she got all Southern and drawled out "merchandise, Mooooooooother. Jeesh."

I know she's missing me. But not alot. Ouch. My baby is growing up and being a teenager. And not needing me quite as much as she used to. How on earth do you ever get used to that feeling? My own mother gets this serene Mona Lisa smile on her face when I make these comments because she, too, had to let me go. Well, I don't like it one little bit. At least I got a couple of kids behind Paige so it can be a gradual learning thing. Still don't think I'll like it when Vitt gets to that point, either.

She threw a cup of ice cold water on her room mate, Addie, while Addie was taking a shower. I said...you do know she'll get you back? That's the fun part of it, I guess. I know it was when I was that age and we had a Girl Scout sleepover and Janet had a hole in her underwear and she was laying on her stomach watching television and someone (wasn't me! I promise!) poured nail polish in her butt crack. Good times. Don't forget putting wet bras in the freezer overnight. I was scared to sleep at those things!

Anyway, the Edge still keeps edging. Literally! We have yard inspection today as the Commander is driving through to see if we're keeping up the yards and such. Tim(neighbor) and Fred did an amazing job on ours yesterday. Looks right professional since they borrowed Deb's (next door neighbor) electric edger and blower. I think I see new toys in Fred's future. The whole look is kind of ruined right now because I got four containers of recyclables sitting beside the curb. Look. I need them gone and pick up is today. The Commander should be impressed that we are striving to save the environment and make a better future for our kids! (that sounded so soap boxish, didn't it?) I just peeked outside. My hubby has lined all containers up in a neat row. ~snort~ He can be so military precise when he wants to be!

We're off to FINALLY get the tags done and a new license for me today. So not looking forward to that. Do I smile? If I do, then my eyes will squint. If I don't smile? Then, it'll look like a mug shot. What to do?????

Ahhhh...here comes the recycle truck now. I'll get Vitt to go outside and get the containers so Tim and Fred's hard work with shine without the sight of blue containers ruining the view.

Oh. One more thing. My friend Coty is having her baby today!!!!

WELCOME TO THE WORLD, CHARLIE! I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU!



p.s. I honestly believe the recycle guy is a perv. He was flipping through my redbook and glamour magazines. I bet he puts them to the side and takes them home with him. Perv.