Kids… What More Can You Say!

This past Monday I had the pleasure of taking the day off from work to attend a mandatory conference day at my youngest daughter’s school. It basically works like this: we have a set conference time for about 15 minutes where you talk to the Homeroom teacher, of whom at our small Catholic school we either talk to or e-mail everyday, we get our report card and then we leave and have the rest of the day off. Sweet and simple!

This year my youngest daughter has not been trying her hardest. I have noticed it and so has her teachers. She has a total of 6 different teachers now that she is in Junior High and her Social Studies teacher and her English teacher both made a comment on her report card about her lack of trying and how it didn’t seem to bother her as long as she was passing the class. Her Homeroom teacher and I talked to her about these comments. I told her that she needed to raise the bar on her standards and that she should try a little harder with her school work. Her Homeroom teacher made a comment about how she needed to try harder now so that when it came time to start looking at colleges she would be well prepared grade wise.

My youngest daughter looked her Homeroom teacher in the eye and said, “All I have to do is pass, I’m only going to go to a Junior College anyway!”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or go crawl into a hole!

Snap, Crackle, Pop! Rice Krispies

The dialogue below is from the Clint Eastwood movie Million Dollar Baby. Clint Eastwood plays boxing trainer Frankie Dunn and in this scene he is talking to a Catholic Priest. 

Father Horvak: What’s confusing you this week?
Frankie Dunn: Oh, it’s the same old “one God-three God” thing.
Father Horvak: Frankie, most people figure out by kindergarten it’s about faith.
Frankie Dunn: Is it sort of like Snap Crackle and Pop, all rolled into one big box?
Father Horvak:You’re standing outside my church, comparing God to Rice Krispies?

We love this movie and we just happened to watch it over the weekend. My youngest daughter laughs like crazy every time we see the above scene.

Wednesday, yes April 1st, I went to pick up my youngest daughter at school. Now remember she goes to a Catholic school. I was greeted at the front doors by the principal who pointed at me and gave me the come here sign with her finger.

Oh great! Now what!

I walked into the office and the 2 secretaries burst out laughing when they saw me. I walked into the principals office and sat down just waiting to see what had happened!

This was the conversation we had:

Principal: Your daughter is quite a character!
Me: What did she do now?
Principal: She has great organizational skills and is quite the leader as well!
Me: Please just tell me what she did.
Principal: Before her class went to lunch they were all saying their prayers and at the end of the prayer the entire class blessed themselves by saying “In the name of Snap, Crackle and Pop. Rice Krispies!”
Me: (laughing my ass off) I am sooo sorry!
Principal: In all my years at this school this has got to be the funniest thing that has happened! 

Apparently my daughter got all of the kids in her class to do this as an April Fool’s Day prank! My little imp is very lucky that her teacher and her principal found it funny! She got off with no punishment and was told by her religion teacher that it would probably be a good idea to go to Confession for what she did. I just hope our priest doesn’t laugh too hard!

snap.jpg image by quirkyjessi


Does Spelling Count?

This past Saturday my town held it’s annual Holiday Parade. My youngest daughter’s Catholic School Spirit Squad entered a float. The girls, who are 3rd, 4th & 5th graders, rode on the float. They sang Christmas songs and yelled some of their cheers. I volunteered to walk along side the float to make sure nobody fell off. My oldest daughter was going to tag along with me but she was put in charge of the music and got to ride on the float at the last minute. Needless to say we had a great time!

I was walking at the very back of our float all night long and I kept thinking something just doesn’t look right. I thought the banner on the float was misspelled but I didn’t want to say anything just in case I was wrong.

Right after we passed the judges station the person who made our banner said: “I hope they don’t count for spelling!”

I just started cracking up as did all of the other parents helping out!


Here are a few of our comments:
“Leave it to a Catholic School to take Christ out of Christmas!”
“Just think we pay extra for this education!”
“I don’t think this is going to help our enrollment any!”

Leave it to a Catholic School to spell Christmas wrong!

My Daughter, The Nun

I have come to the conclusion that my youngest daughter is in line to become a nun.

This year at my daughter’s school they are required to do 20 hours of service for their religion class. A group of the 4th grader girls got together on their own and decided to go visit a nursing home. They got a teacher to sponsor them for this and asked for parents to chaperon them. So yesterday after school we went to a nursing home. The girls sang a bunch of Halloween songs and played a game of catch with the residents using balloons. Most of the girls were very timid and my youngest is usually very shy. I was shocked yesterday when she just took right to the residents. She had a blast with them and even asked me when she can go back.

This is just one example of why I think she is going to be a nun. There are many more!

This is a photo of a cross that she made from part of our old fence last year. It hangs in my bedroom.

She takes her Rosary beads with her every time we go to church and she says the Rosary. Now mind you, I never new how to do the Rosary until she taught me how!

Maybe she will not choose to become a nun, maybe she will just play one on TV instead! 

The Godfather


In my youngest daughter’s school the kids earn tickets for doing good deeds. When they get a certain amount of tickets they get to pick an item out of the treasure box.

Yesterday my daughter came home with a package of cute little emery boards and I asked her if she got it out of the treasure box. No, she got it from her friend who gave it to her because apparently my daughter is now working for her. Hmmm, “What do you mean your working for her?” I ask.

This is how it was all explained to me. Her friend has a “store” that she opens at recess. She brings in small stuff that she doesn’t want any more and she sells them for tickets so she can get something out of the treasure chest. My daughter who is now an “employee” is supposed to get the other kids to buy from her friend. My daughter gets to pick out items that she wants from her friend’s store as “payment.”

This morning my daughter went to school and brought some of her own junk to sell. I figured it was to give to her friend’s store but no! My daughter has decided that she is going to quit working for for her friend and open her own “store.”

I hope this does not cause an all out “4th Grade Mob War” on the playground! And yes, this is a Catholic School!