Cindy’s Place

Archive for April 2007

So close and yet so far away…………

Posted by: Cindy on: April 16, 2007

Day four and still hopping.

Posted by: Cindy on: April 12, 2007

Well, it’s a new record. The easter bunnies are still alive and kicking and the boys are still handling them regularly to make sure they maintain thier niceness. Ha ha, niceness. They are adorable. Princess spent the whole first day playing how the hell do i get in that cage statue in front of the [...]

Posted by: Cindy on: April 10, 2007

If you want to win anything-a race, your self, your life-you have to go a little berserk.
- George Sheehan

General rant.

Posted by: Cindy on: April 9, 2007

   I got the mother-of-the-year award for taking the boys to an easter egg hunt, the day after it happened.
I got the wife-of-the-year award for taking the boys to the flea market  solo and letting them spend their allowance on whatever they wanted, which turned out to bed two very tiny bunnies. Then letting Kevin [...]

38 and two half days to go.

Posted by: Cindy on: April 3, 2007

Well, i’m still here. Today instead of donating my time to the office staff, I have slunk back into the classroom and here I sit. It’s quiet in here today because of a field trip. This makes the time to rehydrate and recoup from the whopping 4 ounces of Paul Masson Brandy I had for [...]

Why?

Posted by: Cindy on: April 3, 2007

I’m in one of those funks where I want to stomp and kick and throw the tantrum equal to that of a two year old and yell “why” the whole time. I try not to think of my dad being sick, but then again its the first thing on my mind, aside from what i’m [...]

it is not wise

Posted by: Cindy on: April 3, 2007

 to make yourself a drink in the mugs that have the frozen liquid inside. At some point, the ice on the inside of the cup will begin to melt and shift when you take a drink.

Turtle lady and the flea market

Posted by: Cindy on: April 1, 2007

The boys and I went off to the flea market today in search of yummy produce and various goodies. Every weekend there is this lady there who doesn’t seem to sell anything, but there she is with the same stuff every week. On one of her tables she has these bathtub toys, turtles to be [...]