Repeat after me...

No, not you, but this is what I had my daughter repeat after me last night.

Lane,

I am being a dumbass.

And, I am soooo sorry.

I know that there are

only 4 days of school left

and, I promise

to do my best

and to take care

of my own responsibilities for at least that long.
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At what age do they stop doing idiotic stuff? She is missing assignments at school. Sydney swore to Rob that she's turned them in. Yesterday, she went to the teacher and pulled them out of her binder to give them to the teacher. She had not turned them in.

Another thing that's missing is a reading log to show her teacher that she reads at least 90 minutes per week. I have to sign off on the reading log. I signed the reading log. But, she didn't turn it in! She reads for hours every week. Hitting 90 minutes is a breeze and should be an easy hundred points for a homework grade. But, because they're late, her max possible score is seventy points. What the Hell?

Lord give this child a brain. Please! I need her to take care of me in my old age and to make sure I end up in a nice resthome.

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Last night was the choir concert. It was wonderful. I love the very unconventional choir teacher. She just doesn't let anything throw her. She adapts to it and is not above turning around and pointing out one of her students to the crowd for misbehavior. And, every concert, she chides parents that bring crying kids to a choir concert. Good for her. I know I couldn't do it.

Tonight is the dance. Rob and I have both been rooked into working ticket sales. Imagine, if you will, 350 sweaty, horny teenagers crowding in the door and stopping at the ticket table. They approach like a smelly tsunami, rolling over every obstacle we use to try to slow them down. Now, it's not so much their fault. We'll have several lists that we have to check their names against. That makes it a slow process and they're excited to get into the dance.

Procedures suck.

After taking tickets, we get to go onto the dance floor. We always enjoy that. Now that I've relaxed enough to actually dance with the kids, it can be very fun. And, I know the trouble makers names and their mama's names, too, so I'm expecting some really good behavior.

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So, when am I gonna get back to sewing? Tomorrow! I am going to sew tomorrow! I am, I AM!

I have two quilts to bind; one machine, one hand. And, I want to cut out a shirt. And, I'm still quilting West of Paris, Texas. That should give me plenty to do. I've also been asked to make a denim picnic quilt before our vacation in August. So, I'll be pulling out the old treadle machine and doing some denim work. We'll either end up with a denim beach towel, or a quilt that is so heavy that it has to be washed with the water hose in the back yard. Only time will tell.

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Okay, so one last thing. While I was in Cleveland, Maryann was able to post my guest blog, so here's a link to Rocknquilts and my guest blog. Please visit Maryann and read about how I started quilting. And, if you wouldn't mind, leave a comment to thank MaryAnn for inviting me. I'm sure she'd like to hear from us all.

Everybody have a great weekend. I'd like to propose that we all plan a vacation together and send our kids to a boot camp. How does that sound?

Lane