A couple weeks ago I got an email from a bloggy friend telling me she'd be in our neck of the woods during spring break. Later, when I got to speak with her on the phone and realized our meeting was really going to take place, I was super excited. I've 'known' her for about 4 years and this was going to be my first bloggy-friend meeting.
When I got off the phone with her, a tiny bit of panic set it... not that I was nervous about meeting her, because when I heard her voice I knew she was exactly the person I thought she was from her blog and from email exchanges, but because she was going to meet MY kids. HA! DB asked me 'Did you warn her?' and I said 'Well, she's read the blog for 4 years... hopefully she doesn't think I was exaggerating.'
I then had the following conversation with the older Bubs the night before we were all going to meet:
Me: No saying 'crap'; no saying 'freaking'; no saying 'what the'; no saying 'OMG'; no arguing; no fighting, pretend or real; no quoting anything you've heard on Cartoon Network; no talking about video games, computer games, or anything you've seen on Youtube; no...
Bubba: (eyes closed, pinching bridge of nose) I think I'm going to need you to tell me all this again tomorrow when we're in the car.
Me: (rolling eyes) ...no calling each other 'stupid jerk face'; no inappropriate family stories; no bodily function humor; no use of the word 'balls' unless you're talking about sports - wait... just no use of the word 'balls' period; no arm farts; no shooting anyone at the park with finger guns; and just basically THINK is this appropriate and worth saying before anything comes out of your mouth. Okay?
Bubba: So... pretend like we're at church?
And they did okay. And Tara is perfect, just like I thought she was. And the little Yellow Hats are perfect, just like I thought they were. And now I can move Tara from the bloggy-friend category over to the IRL friend category.
We must have been on the nice list because Santa definitely came to our house.
Or, possibly, his bag accidentally spilled under our tree.
Santa left Ladybub a new baby and stroller.
And he left Lil' Bub an electric scooter.
As with any great occasion, there were MOC's (many outfit changes).
Every little princess needs a Christmas dress. :)
The Bubs' grandparents got them a basketball goal... and my little techies actually knew what to do with it. ;)
My sweet BB is always on the Nice list.
And we know what Santa needs to bring sis next year. :)
Bubba scored a 3DS from the jolly old man (and then his awesomely cool parental units gave him a Droid - he's now only available via text message, thus no Christmas photos of him... but the trade-off is it's much quieter around here).
All in all, a very blessed Christmas. Now we plan to veg and play with toys and chase kids and play basketball and text message Bubba... until 2013. :)
I spot-check, but I don't grade Bubba's work daily... usually every other or every two or just when I have time.
Yesterday, after our school session, I had a stack of stuff to grade and I decided to get it done so we could close up shop for our Christmas break. He headed off to his friend's house and I got out my red pen and I found this in his History/Geography workbook:
Yes, I came very close to having coffee shoot out my nose.
Sometimes I think he's too smart for his own good. I'm going to frame this photo (and, yes, I erased it and made him sit down and complete it later that day... along with two essay questions that he had written 'Mom, remind me to do this Saturday' on).
Elfie got a little carried away with the spaghetti and syrup. I
wasn't sure how Woody was going to handle this. I mean, Elfie really
meant no harm but Woody is the Sheriff. Ya know, he has a rep and all. He can't just let a sugared-up elf get away with tying him up.
Well, Woody got his revenge (and, is it just me, or does Elfie look a little too comfortable in that dress?). However, what Woody didn't know...
...was that elves don't play.
Elfie was a little pissed. He paid Jabba off with a Christmas Cookie (fat SOB)!!!
But Woody didn't give up so easily... he got the Hulk involved (and I don't think he had to give him a Christmas cookie either - I think Hulk just wanted to beat up an elf).