Edmund's third grade Battle of the Books team, The Reading Ninjas, won! Out of six teams, from the entire school, these scrappy third graders took home the grand prize, which will be an outing of laser tag. Their coach wins the questionable prize of getting to take seven third graders out for laser tag. Their coach is yours truly. I'm ridiculously proud!
Well, I've been a little overwhelmed lately, what with life-threatening illnesses, plus regular life, laundry, groceries, etc. So I had made an executive decision, that our team would not have matching t-shirts, but we would wear all black, like ninjas. One mom offered to come up with some kind of bandana/headband thingy. Good enough.
Then, I got the email on Tuesday that Thursday would be an out-of-uniform day for all Battle of the Books participants and they can all wear their team t-shirts to school. crap.
So, I said a little prayer, and ran to my local WalMart, which is undergoing some ridiculous transmogrification into a Super Mega WalMart of the World...world...world. (Imagine I said that in my movie trailer voice.) Nothing is where it should be. The maps to find things during the renovation are always gone. Nobody works there except three checkout clerks. I can't figure out how to exit the building to get to the garden section. But, I was just going to kill those hanging baskets for my front porch anyway.
MIRACULOUSLY, I found seven black t-shirts and the Avery dark fabric transfer paper within minutes.
Then I wandered around and found fifty dollars worth of stuff I didn't know I needed. Those green price tags make everything look like a clearance item, so you know it's a good deal. Plus, because it's the black hole of WalMart, if you ever at any time in the future really need something, you will never be able to find it again. It will cease to exist. Except in this one instance. Miraculous.
And the t-shirts only cost a buck.
Bonus: Baby J did not own ONE SINGLE piece of pink plastic garbage slathered with licensed images of Disney princesses, until now. Cell phone and sand bucket: check. It's what all the cool toddlers have this summer.
Who has a t-shirt of their favorite movie anyway?
We have Pirates of the Carribean, Dad has a Mr. Incredible tee that he got for Father's Day one year, somewhere is that Finding Nemo tee with the seagulls saying "Mine! Mine!" Any takers?
I still had some dark fabric transfer paper left!
A few minutes, and a couple of illegal downloads later, we had favorite movie tees. Lucy is wearing a mockingjay pin from The Hunger Games, and Edmund is sporting an Avengers movie poster image, which apparently includes a character not actually in the movie.
|One of the Reading Ninjas, Lucy, and Edmund sporting their new customized tee shirts.|
I am very blessed in that my teens feel comfortable talking to me about all kinds of things. I am convinced it's because I have mocked their angst by asking them if their hormones were bothering them, and repeatedly asked them if they are on drugs, or if they want to talk about puberty.
Maybe that's not why, but anyway, when they talk, I listen.
I was delighted to hear Peter's story about Spanish class this week. He was very excited to tell me all about it. I even put down my book (Chomp by Carl Hiassen) so as to give him eye contact.
He began by saying, "Know how you always say that sophomores are the most immature people on the planet?"
"Yes. Sopho Mores. Wise Fools. Yes. Go on..."
"Well, this week in Spanish, el Profesor asked "Que es el primer beneficio de matrimonio?" or something that roughly means, "What is the number one benefit of marriage?" And it wasn't me, Mom, I swear it wasn't me, but from the corner of the classroom, in a quiet voice, someone said, "el sexo."
|The Teen Wailin' and Moanin' has commenced. It's a right of passage for the men in The Chef's family.|
That's what the attic is for.
Keep praying for my sister, Mary. The radiation does seem to be helping somewhat, and the prayers definitely are. We are so thankful to the hundreds of people all around the world who are asking the Lord to heal my sister.
I got an email from Peter's school yesterday. Some teacher I've never met was notifying me that they had received Peter's registration for some summer seminars he will be taking, and he also let me know that he is offering his daily work for my family's intentions. Brings tears to my eyes.
Also, the prayer card plea on Facebook went viral, in large part because of The Chef's siblings, and cousins, and my rock star friends. Evangelicals and other non-Catholics were commenting how that they prayed the prayer card! That is hard core grace at work. Christ's Love is at work all around. How blessed we are.
It's my favorite month, my birthday month, which happens to be Mary's month, for whom my sister happens to be named. It also happens to be the most beautiful month of the year, so go outside and enjoy this beautiful weekend! And slap on a mustache, because everybody knows, mustaches are funny.
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