the continuing Saga of "Princess & the New School"
After hearing the "good news" of a better educational opportunity at a new school I reported on Princess' sweet (?)reaction and tirad of tears and anger and her request to receive new parents, since her current parents (myself and said husband) were "trying to ruin her life". Her pleads fell upon deaf ears and as she grew weary of the Hissy Fit approach to getting us to change our mind, she stomped off to her room to give us the Silent Treatment. "God bless America and all those who love her!", quiet reined again in our home. Over the next 24 hours she emerged from her cocoon only to make sullen jaunts to the refrigerator and the pantry. Even a Princess has to eat from time to time.
After all this drama I am pleased to report that each day has dawned a bit brighter and calmer. Princess seems to have accepted her fate and yesterday I thought I detected perhaps a glimmer of excitement as she asked me a few questions about the new school.
Tomorrow I will take her to the new school for "testing". Princess has it within her power to sabatage the process at this point. However, I don't "think" she will as we have lead her to believe if she doesn't test well she could perhaps be placed in a lower grade. I hope the school officials don't over explain the testing and blow our bluff.
You can be sure there will be another follow-up Blog as we continue with this fun adventure called "Life". Whee! What a ride!
This is a good day for sippin' some Sweet Tea and swapping some thoughts.
Some folks may come into this good world with a Silver Spoon in their mouth, but I'm thinking I entered with paper & pencil in hand. I have always like to put pencil to paper which has now given way to my love of a keyboard and computer. I was always one of those kids who loved to write in the margins of the Sears catalog, listing all the items I was going to purchase. Course I never purchased those things I listed, but it didn't dampen my enthusiam for this endevour. Later I scoured all the magazines I could get my hands on to take the tests they offered. "Are you the kind of girl that boys like?" "What sort of hairstyle most becomes you?" "Which soft drink are you most like?" Remember those? Then, as a young married gal I took the magazine tests that predicted "How long will your marriage last?" and "Are you and your husband a good match?"
Never one to turn away from a good quiz or the opportunity to list yet something else, today I thumbed through a magazine and ran across the following (changed a bit so as not to print someone elses words):
WHICH THREE DESCRIBE YOU BEST?
Leader
Nurturer
Lover
Chauffeur
Partner
Confidante
Problem-Solver
Maid
Cheerleader
Peace-maker
Lone Dog
Story Teller
Listener
Planner
Learner
Musician
Poet
Athlete
Fanatic
Reader
Crusader
Worker
Rule Maker
Rule Breaker
Teacher
Talker
Risk Taker
Encourager
Of course upon reading the List I had to choose my personal three. For the record, my choices are: Nurturer, Planner, Encourager. Nothing too wild & crazy about my choices, huh?
Now it's your turn. Tell me who you are in 3 words. . .
The battle has begun, so it will be a "long week on the Bayou".
Princess is 13 years old and in the 8th grade - her last year of middle school. The school she attends is over-crowded and discipline among the masses is a difficult challenge for the school personnel. Princess spent a lot of time being very unhappy at the end of the last school year and this year has begun as the last one ended. The first week of school left her sad, surly and depressed. All talk of things perhaps going better very soon was met by tears. Note: "Meaningful" communication with a hormonal 13 year old girl is next to impossible.
Sooo my husband & I decided to bite the proverbial bullet (financial bullet) and enroll Princess in a private school - smaller classes & better discipline in a school that does not tolerate "mean girl" mentality. A win/win for all of us!
Upon hearing this "good news" Princess had a melt-down; cryed, sobbed, squalled, and snotted all weekend. After all this complaining and on-going unhappiness, she DOES NOT want to leave her current school.
She does not seem to be comforted when I assure her we are acting in her best interest and doing this at great sacrifice "for her own good". "Easy on the drama there Princess!" (At this rate she may dehydrate before Monday.)
I'm working hard to get all the necessary paperwork done and the arrangements made so she can hopefully begin the new school on the Tuesday after Labor Day.
This Southern MaMa is a pro, as this is "baby girl" of 4 kids. I CAN do this, but as I said "it's gonna be a long week on the Bayou"!
This is one of my favorite photos. My 5 yr old granddoll feeding the ducks when she visited with us in Louisiana last Spring. . .We visited this same, sweet child when we were in Okla this past weekend.
BEWARE! Cute child story ahead.
While we were visiting, new neighbors were moving into the house across the street. That evening, my girl crawled onto my lap and cupped her hands around my ears to tell me a secret. She said - "There's something weird about the people over there" (she pointed to the house across the street). "What is that?", I asked. Her reply, "The daddy is black and the mama is a different color". "What color is the mama?", I asked. She thought a moment and replied, "PEACH"!
Under no circumstances should you ever peer into one of these mirrors after the age of 40. Your reaction could actually damage your emotional health, and lead to permanent depression. It should be illegal to sell these things to anyone born before 1968.
I am thinking of finding an attorney to arrange for a class action suit for those of us who have unknowingly peered into one of these contraptions. I, for one, have had the sad experience of doing so and I believe I am now permanently damaged by the reflection that stared back at me.
* Can you believe I was stupid enough to ask for this type of mirror for my birthday??? And my husband was stupid enough to oblige. . .
Why, oh why, did no one warn me??? It's gonna take a whole lot more than a glass of Sweet Tea to repair the damage that has been done to my ego!
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Of course upon reading the List I had to choose my personal three. For the record, my choices are: Nurturer, Planner, Encourager. 
Nothing too wild & crazy about my choices, huh? 
Now it's your turn.
Princess is 13 years old and in the 8th grade - her last year of middle school. The school she attends is over-crowded and discipline among the masses is a difficult challenge for the school personnel. Princess spent a lot of time being very unhappy at the end of the last school year and this year has begun as the last one ended. The first week of school left her sad, surly and depressed. All talk of things perhaps going better very soon was met by tears. Note: "Meaningful" communication with a hormonal 13 year old girl is next to impossible. 
This Southern MaMa is a pro, as this is "baby girl" of 4 kids.
