When I started sixth grade there was only one shoe I wanted: Blue laced-up Famolare.
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I wore them on my first day of school.
Later in the year we had a class picture, as it was our last year in elementary school. For that I wore Cherokee rubber wedge mules. Yes, I was 12.
I’m almost tempted to buy a pair of the Famolare sandals. But it’s fall, so not the season. And I definitely want to try them on first.
Howdy Y’all! Da cave is spiffed and the red beans ‘snausages are simmerin’ away in the slow cooker. 'Tis pleasant out so da cave windows are open. Life is good right now.
I hated junior high. I seriously despised every single day of it for both years. To this day when I drive past that buildin’ (now a part of the college in Ye Olde Home Towne) I think “UGH! What an awful place!”
Childhood first day of school, to self: Boy, this is gonna be my year! Fresh pencils, new notebook paper…this is the year I keep my desk immaculate, be a stellar student, and become teacher’s pet! And I won’t be this tired because I won’t have worn bristly curlers all night.
Childhood, second day: How’d my desk get so messy? Looks like Mary is teacher’s pet again. At least I’m not Danny. Boy, that eraser Sister winged him with musta hurt! Fly under the radar, Nellie, just fly under the radar.
Adult first day of school as teacher, to self: Let’s get through this.
To kids, smiling: “Hello, everyone! I’m Ms. Bly, and I’m really ha–”
Constant interruptions on the PA: “Freshman, do NOT report to homeroom. Report to the auditorium.” “Students, the bells are not working. You should be in class.” “Teachers, a reminder there are doughnuts in the faculty work room!” [ Valium. Why is there never valium in the work room?]
Kid arriving late with schedule in hand: “I was just added to this class?”
Me: “Oh. I’m out of desks. Let’s just seat you on the counter for now.” (Why the frick are they adding kids? This class is full!)
Adult, second day of school, to self: I’m exhausted. How the hell do I do this another 179 days?
To kids: “All right! Good to see everyone! Today we’re going to start by getting–yes?”
Kid lingering in door: "I was just added to this class? "
I miss it. All of it.
Well, crapsicles, the wrist is broken. Three weeks in a cast. Ah, well - overlygirl looks better in highlighter orange (the color cast she chose) than I do. Better than a sprain, I suppose.
As someone who rode horses and did a fair amount of downhill skiing in her girlhood and never broke a bone … maybe I should have!
So I went out for a gigantic (by my standards) breakfast, came home & promptly wiped back out.
Now I’m watching “Waiting” on Netflix and laughing at how similar some of the waitstaff is to our dispensary co-workers.
Late lunch of chicken soup is in the {snerk} wings.
THEN I swears I’ll start tackling the stuff I mentioned this morning. Uh-huh.
A puzzlement: FCD and I have been married for almost 37 years. Way back then, I had a better credit score than he did because of choices we both made before we hitched. Since then, everything has been joint - loans, bank accounts, mortgages - everything.
So why would my credit score be higher than his - like by 45 points! I’ll apply for his credit report and see if there’s something funky there. But it doesn’t make sense to me.
Chickie is rotissin’ and sides will be rice and carrots and 'mater slices. Laundry is in, folded, and stowed. We’re waiting for the call to pick up his car - there’s another $700 we didn’t budget for, dammit. But it’s only money, right? sigh
Glad I didn’t have to wrangle Roxy today - I got some stuff done.
OMG! Famolares! I had this pair. They weren’t anywhere near that expensive back then-- actually, maybe they were in relative dollars. In the fall of 1969 I was beginning my senior year of college.
I loved school and everything about school starting. My home life was a barren emotional wasteland, and school made sense. I was always a great student and teachers liked me. I was never one of the popular kids-- being too much of a nerd for that, but I fit in with my small clique(s). I loved new notebooks, lunch boxes, book bags, clothes (even uniforms when I went to schools that had them), new classes, learning new stuff. I still live emotionally by the school calendar year.
Evening all. Finishing a Freddy’s Steakburger (I like their burgers better than Culver’s, but I prefer Culver’s crinkle-cuts to Freddy’s shoestrings…it is a puzzlement). Nappage did occur this afternoon and while I was out foraging, I also put air in my tires, my car insists I get them to 36psi, even when they are between 33-35 psi…fussy car.
swampy, I know what you mean, my junior high years (grades 7-9) were not ones I look back on fondly. School is still there, but now a grade 7-8 middle school.
FCM, sometimes a bad debt or decision never goes away, I guess…it’s all up to the computers.
shoe, be happy you’re lucky…or have stronger bones, I broke my arms three times (left-right-left) before I was 8, my parents then (on a Drs. advice) taking Calcium pills for a couple years, so either I’ve been more careful in the last 59 years or they helped. And thanks for the info on the ratties.
talky, hope she heals up fine…and I didn’t get a choice of color, they wrapped it up in plaster way past the elbow back in the 1960’s.
nellie, didn’t know you had been a teacher. Bet you were a good one.
quietly, I almost ended up in the same grind as you–but turns out I wasn’t all that good at it, went to work for the US Government and found a place where my skills and abilities matched for 34 years.
Nut, since you’re speaking English…, Grammar school is like High School in the USA, isn’t it?
wheelie, too bad the trucks weren’t open, you might have scored a cameo appearance on the show.
All y’all have a good night now.
Wow. I’ve accomplished exactly zilch-o since last we met. After my gigantic breakfast, nappage occurred (of course) and then I watched a movie and am partway through another movie.
I did put on sufficient clothing to make a Popeyes drive thru run - their standards are high, you know - and may honestly just go back to bed after I finish my red beans ‘n’ rice. Fart fest to follow in bed asleep and considering where Monkey likes to snuggle against me, we may have flying monkeys around western Michigan tonight.
In the meantime, he’s making sweet monkey love to the Popeyes paper bag! 
Like Mooooooom, I went to Catholic school through the eighth grade. Since I was the oldest girl child, I always got new uniforms. The younger sisters would get one or two to fill in where a couple were worn out too much to be serviceable, but all of mine were new. Beginning in sixth grade, we wore skirts too, given that some of the girls were developing enough to make jumpers impractical. The nun to be feared at my school was Sister Frances in the fourth grade. Because of her, I know my multiplication tables through 12X12 after staying in recess half the year. I liked getting new school supplies. I still like the smell of new crayons.
Oy, vey! It was a Monday to remember. The old bat disappeared around lunch time. After a bit, my manager came to me and told me that she had “retired”. What actually happened was that she outright refused an assignment and then got caught sleeping at her desk (not the first time). I’m guessing that the boss gave her the option of termination or retirement. I handed my reporting off to our department’s analyst for the time being. The weekend guy and I will be working overtime for a bit until we get her replacement and get him/her trained. Fortunately, my requested days off had already been approved before the bruhaha.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Remember that zucchini ‘casserole’ (/cough/ really lasagna) I made recently? I wanted to use the leftover ricotta and sauce. I ended up making another 13 x 9 dish of lasagna, this time with lasagna noodles (and a couple of layers of the leftover zucchini. Mrs. L.A. had two helpings. 
Double “casserole” you sneaky bastid!
Still accomplished nothing, except I accidentally cleaned the floors.
Monkey zoomied onto & across the Roomba, activating it. I was so entertained watching it chase him (and various dust bunnies) around the hobbit hole that I let Netflix go idle, then black.
Mrs. L.A. noticed the zucchini. I said, 'Yeah, I just cleaned out the fridge and put everything in it. 
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Okay, is anyone gonna hate me if I give up & go to bed at 9:45 pm two nights in a row?
Somewhere out there, my 24-year-old self is appalled, and concerned that perhaps I’m dying.
Went on a beer run, napped. Making Smoked Paprika chicken with rice and green beans with country ham and onions. Watching the Packers play. 319!
Nope, sleep well(or at least better than the ratties in a house full of predators. 
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Hey, I gotta live with Inappropriate DogTM
Hey, I’m going to bed at nine. I have to get up at 0430 to drive to the orifice tomorrow. So… two and a half more hours…
I’m usually in bed by 9:30. Of course, I’m often up by 5 am, because Sweetie the dog gets me up. If I can go back to sleep, I will, but often I just get up. When you’re a grownup you can go to bed as late or as early as you want to. That’s one of the perks.
FCM the reason is you just cosigned on “the perfect childs” house which is a biggie … yours probably was higher until you did that …
Well, the Lyft car was about a minute late to participate in a collision (as in, driver saw the crash, we got to the two participants about a minute later. I was apparently checking my phone at the time of the event, only saw the aftermath). Sedan was attempting a quite legal and proper U-turn, delivery-size truck elected to also U-turn. From the next lane over from the legal U-turn lane. Truck mashed passenger side of sedan (which, thank God, was apparently unoccupied). Driver of sedan was uninjured, judging by the enthusiasm with which he erupted from his car, ran up to the driver’s door of the truck, and started screaming angrily at said “driver” (who deserved it, according to the Lyft driver). Poor Lyft driver also caught a good-size chip in his windshield on the freeway “courtesy” of a rock.
The callers were as obnoxious as expected, including two guys who got quite nasty about following proper security authentication procedures (one of these was actually attempting to move money, too). Both wound up with suspended cards and transfer to the Fraud department for additional security authentication. I consider trying to bully me into not complying with legal/regulatory requirements to be suspicious behavior and, while being civil, responded accordingly. They both got opportunities to stand down and cooperate, both chose to fight with me.
On the plus side, the sandwich place near irk had indoor seating open again (the tables are a reasonable distance apart), so I enjoyed a civilized meal in a dining room.
After trying two different Target locations with no luck, and a surprising strike-out at Petsmart, I found the Princess a new litter pan at Walmart. Got it home (and the old one, with its contents out to the dumpster), filled it, and it promptly had its christening.
Dinner may well be Count Chocula, with a side dish of a banana.
I thought I had posted, but I guess not.
I did not enjoy school. My mother taught me to read and write when I was 4 or 5 and I started out bored.
Also, my younger brothers were both sickly and I was left to my own devices pretty much my whole childhood so was never properly socialized. I’m still not.
I was remiss last week and never properly expressed my condolences to Baker for the loss of her sister. I’m truly sorry Baker.
The Son unit, DIL, and #2GrandDaughter are visiting tonight and we’re sitting around drinking our version of Moscow Mules. Our version uses ginger sprite instead of ginger beer. Proportions are fluid. Wifey is allergic to ginger beer, or else she just doesn’t like it.
Had pork tenderloin on the barbie tonight, with mashed N.O.T.s, a green salad, and a nice Riesling.
Brekkies will be Belgian waffles, and then our company will continue on their way to #1GrandSon’s house.
See y’all 2sday.