The first lake swim of the season usually hits us in late June or early July. This year, however, the first swim of the season came on an 85degree day in early May. After one sweaty day at school, we stripped down to our suits and made our way to Denny Beach – about five minutes from our house.
We warned the kids that the water was certain to be chilly. That, likely, there would be toes and feet int eh water but little else. We were wrong. WIthin minutes they were all in, swimming around, heads ducking under and water flying. Martha joined the fray and we were amazed at the gift of this beautiful, sunny spring day.
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And so it begins. Today our daughter joins the giant education machine where she will be assessed, categorized and statisticized into ready-made numbers for educators and politicians to use in a variety of ways. I not thrilled with the test taking. I’m not thrilled with the standardized test. I despise the stress and anxiety it causes the kids and the teachers. It is an incredibly stressful time for me… And I am 39. Not 9.
So what to do? In my class I make it a celebration. I request special foods like gogurts, string cheese and fresh fruit from the families for special snacks! We chew gum during the test! We take extra breaks! It’s fun! Never mind that pesky little booklet that you need to write in for two hours… Because when we are done there will be ICE CREAM! And I’m not even kidding.
I figure the least I can do for my own kid is give her a fancy schmancy lunch filled with jokes and sillies. She’s got brain food (top ramen), nutra nuggs (chik’ nuggets), smart pills (gummies), intelligence potion (juice), a banana which I called the MSP Masher…. Whatever that is.
She will be amazing. No matter what.
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If you were a girl born in the early seventies then you probably had a crush on Shaun Cassidy. Yes, I was, like, four, but those rootbeer eyes caught my attention and made me want my first crush-boy poster, even though I was not a fan of The Hardy Boys. Just Shaun.
You also probably also were in love with Farrah Fawcett’s hair. That big, poofy hair that rolled and feathered off her face, past her shoulders and down her back. It was curled just so looking ever so carefree and ‘look, I just rolled out of bed!’ (Though we all know she just rolled out from under the hot rollers…)
I always wanted that hair. I grew my hair out this year just to see what would happen. The first shock was that with both of my babies came curls. I now have wavy hair that can hold a curl. When I was a kid in the 1980′s my hair was so straight it wouldn’t ever take a perm the first time. I had to go for a second round, always.
The second surprise? GREY HAIR! I don’t have a lot yet, but it is a hell of a lot more than I expected! Hello 40!
The final surprise? My hair does Farrah now. I can now die a happy woman. See?!