Today was Day 1 of our spring break home makeover. The "to do" for this first day included sanding down the bathroom sink vanity and painting the vanity and walls. It would have been nice to have the kids' bathroom back online tonight for them to take their showers, but no such luck. They would have had to take their shower with the toilet tank in the tub with them.
Anyway, this photo was taken by Air Boss who thought I was totally "overdoing it" with the goggles and face mask. I tell you, there was dust EVERYWHERE and there was no bathroom door to close. I just don't find it fun to breathe in this stuff.
The funny thing about this bathroom is that we had picked a color that matched one of the multi-colored stripes on the shower curtain. All that careful planning was for nothing. When the blue paint went up on the walls, it looked strangely familiar. I peeked out the bathroom to the last room in the hall.
Yup.
Looks just like the blue in Lolli's and 'Shroom's room. Hope they don't mistake the bathroom for the bedroom, or even worse, the other way around.
Stay tuned for the BEFORE and AFTER pictures.
. . . an East Coaster's journey to living on the West Coast . . . a woman's humbling adventures in parenting and homeschooling . . . someone trying to figure life out . . .
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Lolli's Artwork
As the saying goes, "the accorn doesn't fall too far from the tree." One of Lolli's latest drawings shows that she's definitely daddy's little girl.
Interpretation of drawing:
Air Boss is in the cockpit (do helo's have cockpits?) with Lolli sitting behind pilot Air Boss. Mommy is behind Lolli and we can't see 'Shroom because he's sitting on the other side of the helicopter.
Looks like Air Boss is practicing (or showing off) his hovering technique as the ground seems quite close to the skids.
At least we all look happy and not freaked out!
A Toro is not just a snowblower...

So, after taking a full year to take and pass my teaching exams, pull together my paperwork, get my fingerprints sent to the Dept. of Justice and FBI, get my forearm pumped with a "bubble" to confirm I didn't have tubercuolosis, and re-discover that I DID take a college level math class (thank goodness for those official transcripts!), I have been accepted into a teaching program at Cal State University (Dominguez Hills). The bottom of my acceptance letter said "GO TOROS!"
Huh? Go snowblowers?!
Where I come from, a Toro is the trusted red snowblower that gets pulled out of the garage when the winter white stuff hits the pavement [I believe they also make lawnmowers too but somehow Toros remind me of just the snowblowers].
Anyway, I had shown the acceptance letter to Air Boss and told him, "somehow the acceptance thrill isn't quite the same as my undergrad acceptance." Maybe I'm getting old and the emotions are wearing down. Maybe I'm already old and the thrill and excitement of life just isn't there anymore.
Nonetheless, my level of excitement was short-lived as I quickly logged on to my newly activated student account and looked at the summer class schedule. For the entire months of June, July and August, I'll have 16 hours of classroom instruction each week. I'll get the last week of August off before the fall semester begins (yippee skippy - not).
I gave my children and husband sad kisses good-bye and tearful "it was nice knowing you" hugs. I won't be able to sit down and eat dinner with them this summer and I won't be able to tuck my kids in bed at night. If Air Boss and the kids go camping, most likely they'll have to go without me. I didn't realize the sacrifices of teaching would start so soon.
"Can't you delay your start until the fall?" Air Boss had asked me.
"Summer, fall, spring - I'm going to have to take these classes sometime," I countered.
"What's the big rush? Aren't 10,000 teachers going to get laid off?"
Hmmm . . . pretty hard to argue with that logic.
Anyway, classes aside, I now know (as the brilliant scholar that I am now) that the Toros have nothing to do with blowing snow. Yes, if it weren't for my years of high school Spanish--or more truthfully in this case, the obvious school mascot--I would still be scratching my head about the "Go Toros!" shout out.
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