Bowling Hobo Conference Movie

We had parent conferences tonight, so I am not my usual chatty self. I'm OH SO TIRED. I added another 40 minutes to my evening by going to my mom's to pick up the boys. I don't think she would have liked it if I 'forgot' them. HH has bowling twice this week, on both nights I have conferences. Go figure. He certainly couldn't be bothered to help out with his own spawn. Oh, and to rub salt in the thorn in my side, HH has called us every half-hour to tell us how he's bowling. LIKE WE CARE! I suppose a 231 and 199 are such good scores that he will win the Nobel Bowling Prize. So what if his average is 154 after 20 years of bowling in leagues? Did I call him to brag "I just talked to a parent, and they seemed to like me!" ? Did I? NO! So pardon my lack of excitement while I'm getting your offspring ready for bed, checking homework, and trying to find some hobo clothes.

Oh, yeah. Did I mention that the #1 son wants to be a hobo? Just for tomorrow. Part of Red Ribbon Week. Except that he has an orthodontist appointment after school, and we will have to rush to make it in time. I have been trying to get this appointment since the beginning of July, and it has been rescheduled twice by their office. Now, he wants to be a hobo on the consultation day? I can imagine them looking at him, and at me with my teacher's haircut and wardrobe, and saying, "Umm...no, I don't think this boy needs braces. He might want to eat corn-on-the-cob through a picket fence some day." Maybe I need to roll a barrel of pennies into the office to show that we can pay.

For some reason, I keep looking forward to Thursday. It's an early out day, but the catch is...we have conferences from 1:00 to 7:00. At least we're off Friday. But I have an appointment for a flu shot that day at 10:00.

Cottonheaded Ninnymuggins
Millicent Bystander
Do your chickens have large talons?

Guess what my classes did today? If you recognized the phrases above, you would know that we watched movies. PG movies. I know, a day of instructional time is a terrible thing to waste. But I had promised a reward if I got a good report from the substitute the day My Little Pony had to go to the first specialist about his broken fetlock. Normally, it's an idle promise. Three years out of the last 9, I have not missed a single day of school. But this year, I did. So I have to make good on the promise. A movie is cheaper than buying candy for 6 classes. It is cheaper than the pizza party they suggested. And it builds good will and leverage for the rest of the year, because they will think, "Hey, if we cooperate, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom might give us another movie day." So I did it. Shame on me. But we enjoyed Elf, Flushed Away, and Napoleon Dynamite. Who knew they would all select a different movie? I hope they enjoyed it, because now we move on to predicting the weather using station models, and the chemistry of life, which is atomic stucture and cell theory. Not traditional favorites among the science student crowd.

Ho hum. I've got to rest up for my morning duty tomorrow.