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                               I am very sad when I hear people  say they can't wait for thier childern to go back to school.I understand the stress and frustration of childern completley.I have childern ranging from nine to twenty.Believe me I get it.However I also realize how quickly they grow up.First you bring them home,then you send them to school before you know it thier in college out of state.You look back and wonder where your mud covered kid that just broke your vase went.You wish you had them back.You hope you've taught them well.So when I hear people with school age childern say,"I can't wait for school to start!"I do understand how they feel but I think they do not realize how they will feel in the very near future.You will miss the agonizing whinning of,"I'm bored!' "What are we doing now?"Or the ever dreaded school shopping,which yes I still dreed.But people tend to forget when you  lose those things you also lose the joys of childhood.Like,"I can't wait for Santa mommy!"Or the pure happiness in a childs young laugh.Childern are pure and what they say they truely mean from the heart.As yor childern age you notice them losing that and becoming more like every other adult.I think thats sad.So when my youngest went off to the fourth grade this year I tucked a note of encouragement in her bag like I have since pre-chool and when she stepped on the bus I thought please believe in Santa this year,I'll miss you today and I can't wait to hear your laugh after.So,next time you want to mutter those words remember in a very short time those same childern will be gone on thier own and you will only have the memories of what was.And I promise you those memories will make you smile to yourself.

Inventory & Inventory Grafi #3

                                                   The side table next to couch

- camp light

- 3 candels

-  house thermometer

- hand lotion

- remote holder

- four t.v remotes

- one framed cat photo

- one engagement photo

- one child photo

- a childs magic 8 ball

- a remote holder

- two candles for dining

 

 

 

                              This person probably uses this table for a lot.The photos would show some of thier life in pictures.They have lots of candels so either they just like candels or their electricity isn't reliable.The lotion mst be used frequently as it seems to be a centeral location to leave it.Must be kids in the house as there is a magic 8 ball on it.With all those remotes must be a lot of devices to run.In all the table must be a free for all for everything without a rightful place.



Gaffi #2 (Worst Teacher)

                      She came in appearing six feet tall with enough make up and perfume to kill an elephant.She looked like a big mean giant to this small frightened seven year old.The class was second grade and the lesson was money counting.She spoke fast answered no questions to shaking arms in the air and poof in that twenty minutes you were to be a money guru!And for those who weren't?You were instantly banished to the hall way with a zip lock bag of coins a piece of paper and pencil.Sitting on the cold hard cement floor among the lines of loud kids in the hallway you were to teach yourself.As tears rolled down my face I slowly dumped the coins on the floor.I felt like I was looking at an allien from outer space.As my crying must have become louder the teacher stuck her head out the class door and said,"I am trying to teach in here quiet down."And then she shut the door.It was at that moment I knew this was going to be a very hard school year.Looking back now after thirty years,she was a mean giant that had no business teaching small childern anything.In fact someone should have fired her.Despite her I learned to count money that year and went on to do very well in school.Bt I have never forgotten her or what I would say to her today if I had the chance.

Graffi #1 (Hands)

                         My hands are many things.My hands are pale with  fine hair on them.Shortly clipped nails for the work I do.My hands wear no jewerly but the wedding ring which has called my left hand home for eleven years.My hands have many uses.They help people up when they are down.They clean wounds from crying childern .They help soothe a husband that is sick.These hands have packed up my life in many a box and been with me as we move them two thousand miles from all we've ever touched.We have touched new things together since then,the ocean,a lobster and the beach sand.My hands have traveled much and felt many things.The story they tell is not one that can be seen it is one that is mine,ours.For there are two hands and one owner and together we find much adventure.

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