Is the title to my blog from Cars or Talledega Nights?  There’s a little boy in my class that is sooooooo country.  He is also extremely inappropriate.  The other day I asked him to "walk inside, not run" for the 15 bazillionth time.  He ran up to me and said "ME AND KENNEDY ARE ALL JACKED UP ON MOUNTAIN DEW!"  Lucky for him I have total boy humor.  So instead of being mad, I laughed for about 15 minutes.  Then I thought, wow, he would have been perfect to play that guy’s son in Talledega nights.

Other thoughts today:

I think Emory has my father’s hands.  He doesn’t have my hands or Cody’s hands.  I was watching him in amazement a few nights ago as he built a house with Lincoln Logs.  I love watching how his fine motor skills develop over time. Rediculous, I know.  Then, I noticed, I think he has my dad’s hands.  I hope so.  I have always loved my dad’s hands. They are perfect.  They are "working" hands.  I don’t know why I like that, but I do.  Anyway, I thought it was interesting.

I wasn’t going to blog about this, but she never reads this thing.  Angela is having a baby shower next week.  I want to send all of her gifts in time for the shower.  I am working on a baby quilt for her (yes, I’m 80, whatever!) I already had my sewing machine rigged together, but now it has officially broken.  I am "sew" disappointed. (lame joke i know!) i envisioned her opening a box thinking "i know what this is" and then getting a HUGE surprise. Oh well, maybe i can steal my mom’s.

i can’t go into details, but i am so irritated about a lady at work.  for some reason she took it upon herself to be in my business 4 times today!  my business!  for no reason should any of it have been her concern!  that drives me crazy, b/c i don’t care what anyone does as long as they aren’t causing any harm to my class. ugh!

i’ll share a picture of a quilt i made. they make me happy!