Flashback Friday! LVHS Dance Pics

Here's another LVHS dance for the record books my friends! My good friend asked me to the Homecoming dance. He was my first "official" date, as I had just turned 16 the day before Homecoming. This fashionable frock was sewn by me, again. (I ended up sewing ALL of my dance formals/dresses except for one) Do you like the silky, Asian-esque fabric? It was on sale. I ended up putting on this dapper scarf in an attempt to camouflage the girls. Nice touch huh? My date ended up hooking up with a girl from one of his classes, and he left me high and dry. I didn't mind too much, since I considered him only as a friend. I spent most of the night, sitting in the bleachers. Paaa-thetic.

What the heck is with this pose?

The dance turned out to be a bust. The above date was not the only guy to ask me to the Homecoming dance. I probably would have danced the night away if I had gone with one of the following guys, instead.

Speaking of dance.... Maurice was well known for his dance moves. He placed 1st place in the "Lord of the Dance" competition at the local VFW. Dance Maurice! Dance! Sadly, I turned him down. I was fearful of the humiliation that would occur, due to my "lacking" dance skills.

I had the chance to go with one of the Olsen twins (not those Olsen twins), but they came to fist-a-cuffs trying to decide which one would go with me. Boyz, boyz..... we could have come up with a compromise. Both of you could have gone with me! A delightful trio!

AHHHHHHHHHH! No explanation needed.

Oh Phil... how I wish it would have worked out between the two of us. Those eyes, that glorious, red, fiery hair, and the stache.... oh the stache! These traits alone combined, made up a man to die for! Why, oh why, did you have to change your mind about me? The night would have been memorable.

Yet another chance is lost to attend a LVHS dance with this classy clique of young men.

Fourth Grader Run Around

The time was 9:00 p.m., last night. I look in Cody's homework folder and notice that the "swap meet" is tomorrow (today) at 10:30 a.m.

Me: Cody what's this "swap meet" thing?

Cody: Oh ya, tomorrow we are having a swap meet and I want to sell root beer floats.

Me: What! Why didn't your teacher send a note? Do you have to have a sign? How much money are you suppose to spend? Why didn't your teacher send a note? Did the other kids get notes sent home? Call Jace, see if he got a note? Why wouldn't the teachers send a note! They've always sent a note at least a week before! What's up with these teachers! No M-Day gift, no note! Why didn't your teacher send a note?

Cody: I d'know.

Me: Cody! How long have you known about this?

Cody: A week.

Me: What!

Cody: But I didn't know when the "swap meet" was going to happen.

Me: Great! (not a happy great, but a complainy, irritated great)

I was too tired to go to the store. Heck, let's face it.... I didn't want to put my bra back on. I'll do it in the morning.

This was the plan: Wake up at 7:00 a.m., make a sign for Cody's "store", get Cody ready for school, take Cody to school at 8:15, I get ready, feed Conner, get Conner ready, go to the store and by ice cream and root beer, go home and paint toe nails, read a magazine, eat bon bons, read blogs, take a nap, go on a walk with Conner.... Okay, maybe not so much.

What actually happened: Woke up at 7:45 a.m. (I'm not a morning person), yelled at Cody to get up, hurried and signed necessary papers for Cody's school, yelled at Cody to get up, gathered necessary tools/papers/paints/glues etc. for sign, yelled at Cody to get up, started to make the sign, yelled (again) for Cody to get up, worked on sign some more, yanked Cody out of bed, yelled at him to hurry, brushed his hair, looked for his shoes (again), threw a granola bar to him, brushed his teeth, grabbed Conner out of crib, rush to school at 8:22, come home and fed Conner, got Conner ready, worked on sign some more, got side tracked and read some blogs, finished sign, held grumpy Conner a little, I showered and got ready, gathered necessary items for Cody's "store" (cups, spoons, paper towels, ice cream scoop), go to store at 10:15 and bought ice cream and root beer, put Conner in car seat and found a WASP crawling on his face (ahhhhh!), grabbed Conner and wasp plopped on to his car seat, opened all car doors and waited for wasp to fly away, wasp flew away, off we went, broke the speed limit to get to school, yelled at stupid slow drivers (dorks) for going soooo slow, got to the school at 10:40, unloaded the car of necessary items (and the kitchen sink) and loaded them on to Conner's stroller, signed in at the front office, ran to Ms. J's class, helped Cody set up, sold 30 root beer floats. Cody's "store"was a success. (BECAUSE OF ME!)

Didn't the sign turn out cute? Yes, that is a real straw in the picture of the root beer float. Clever huh? The rude 4th graders could have cared less. Story of my life... I go way over board.

Here's the man him self. I'm pretty sure he took all of the credit for all of the hard work that HE put into his "store".