A Veterinarian and a Butt-Kicking

This morning I am exhausted and sitting on the couch (believe it!) so you are getting 2 posts in one week from me. This seems unbelievable after the month I have had. I have to get back in the saddle or I will miss my chance to guest post. Well, I suppose there are worse things.

Next week is a big deal for my kids. We celebrate Catholic Schools week once a year with all kinds of craziness. I am driving for 2 field trips; that right there makes a big week for me!  That's a lot of noisy kids in my back seat. LOL  Actually, I am driving Junior High kids. They are more subtle. There will be notes passed in the back seat, some snickering and a lot of "upspeak", right?

If you are the mom of a Jr. High student you are got that, right?

I never know.

There will also be an open house on Monday at the school. My 1st grader is going to give a report on what she wants to be when she grows up. Some of the parents have come in to talk about their jobs and expose the kids to different career options, etc. It's such a cute program. She wanted me to come in and talk about my job. It's sad to say, but I am not feeling particularly enthusiastic about the job I do, so I let another mom cover the SAHM career. It all made so much more sense when I had 3 kids at home with me, but these days I am not sure where we are going. I'm telling you, I can feel the winds of change....

(this is what happens when you let a boxer run in the snow. Check out that Santa beard! LOL)

Anyway, The Princess is going to be give her report on being a veterinarian. We borrowed a stethoscope from a friend and she listened to the dog's heart beat. I'm pretty sure the cat disappeared when she saw that thing coming at her. She's slick like that.

For the actual report (they have to stand up and read it in front of the parents.), she is going to examine a Fur Real Friends cat, so the darned thing can't run away!

Back to the reason I am tired: Zumba. whew!


Well, the truth it, that the Zumba is not the worst of it, the WORST of it is how out-of-shape I really am. WOWSERS!  (thus, the I -got-my-butt-kicked reference.)




I need to eat my fruits and veggies and be a good girl,

...but in fact, I have a new recipe for you. I hope to type it up over the weekend. It is not on your diet, OK. You have been warned.