I think I've lost it...again!

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Today was our 90th day of school and that means we're halfway through another school year. It also means that Zero the Hero was supposed to make an appearance, but guess which teacher forgot to pick up the treats.

Can you guess?

Did you guess me?

Why would you think that I would forget something so important and so fun?

OK, so you're right...I forgot.

Sadly....my class DIDN'T forget.

As soon as I opened the door to let them in class this morning I heard, "Is today Zero the Hero day?" (That was when I realized that I forgot to remember to buy the treats.) I stood there trying to think of something to say when I was met with, "It it Zero the Hero Day.", "You said it was." "You said it was the 90th day of school." (Why did they pick today to actually remember what I say?)

I said that I hoped he would come to visit and that we would just have to wait and see. Then I went through the rest of the morning trying to ignore the fact that I forgot what an important day it was.

I really did PLAN to run to the store during lunch and pick up some kind of snack, but I was doing such a good job of ignoring the important day that I completely forgot to go. I picked my class up from lunch and led them back to the class. I stood there holding the door open for them to enter and instead of being greeted with the usual hugs all I got was, "Was there a note on the door?" (Drats! They were looking for a note from Zero the Hero and I didn't even remember to leave that!)

As the kids entered the room and saw that there was no Zero shaped snack waiting for them, they didn't even try to hide their disappointment. I sprang into action and kindly but firmly starting Blaming Zero the Hero!

ME: I don't know why we didn't get a snack. We've been good all day.

VARIOUS KIDS: Where is he? Did you do something?"

ME: I was in the room the whole time because I wanted to see him and he never came by.

WELL, those little traitors immediately took Zero's side and started blaming me!

VARIOUS KIDS: Why didn't you leave? You should have just left! We didn't get a snack because of Ms. Brown! What are we going to do now? Can you call him?

I wanted the kids to get mad at Zero the Hero, but they got mad at me instead. Well, I'm also Zero the Hero, so either way I guess they were going to get mad at me. But, if they had gotten mad at Zero the Hero they wouldn't have known they were mad at me and I would still have looked like the good guy.

Since I can't beat them I'm just going to join them! If I can remember to stop at the store in the morning (because I already forgot to stop on my way home from school) I'll pick up a snack and leave it out during lunch with a note from Zero the Hero saying that he stopped by on the 90th day, but didn't come in because Ms. Brown was in the room and he was in a hurry.

The kids should love that!

Don't believe a word I say!

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Orange Croc Guy Rules!*

*I lost a bet had to post this.

QP Freebie

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I used April's Bugs In My Pocket kit to make a layout for one of my friends and I saved it as a QP to share with you. I didn't make a freebie preview for you because I'm being lazy today, so just click on my layout to get your download.

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Bugs In My Pocket Freebie!

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April has added another cute kit to her store. This one is called Bugs In My Pocket and is a great kit for those of you with kids that love to go outside and play with bugs. I was never a "bug" kid myself, but I have friends with kids that are.

Just click on the preview below to get your freebie and visit April's blog store to buy the Bugs In My Pocket kit.

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Three day weekends rock!

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I am so excited about not having school on Monday that I don't know what to do with myself! It's also Art Deco weekend here and that's always fun.

Of course, I started my weekend by ordering fajitas and getting a visit from the cute fajita delivery guy. Does life get better than this? --- I doubt it and that's OK with me!

The Day Ginger Snapped part 9

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Well, it's been a long time since I've been in this area, but as I was driving to John's trailer I couldn't help but feel like I recognized the area. Some things never change and this neighborhood was one of them. As I got closer to the turn off, I realized where I was. This was the same neighborhood that John had lived in when we were in high school. The houses had been older but well kept back then.. Now, they were just older.

I passed the small wood frame house that John had lived in with his mother and took the dirt road turn off just as I had been instructed to do. Imagine my surprise when the road ended up in his mother's backyard! There, less than twenty feet from her backdoor was the silver tin can trailer that John was so very proud of.

There was movement in a window of his mother's house and John came walking out of her back door before I had a chance to get out of my car. He came up to my car and opened the door for me. "I hope you didn't have any trouble finding us back here."

"Oh no, I kind of remembered the roads. Isn't this your mother's house? Do you live with her?"

John motioned for me to follow him into his trailer as he spoke. "I lived with her for awhile when I got out of prison, but she said that a man should have his own home. So, she bought me this used trailer and let me park it back here. To be honest with you, I don't really think she wanted me to move out at all. I think she likes having me around.

Yeah, right!

I looked around the trailer, which didn't take long. You could pretty much see everything and touch everything from where I was standing. However, I wouldn't recommend the touching part. He had a small television set with rabbit ears sitting on an empty milk crate. He had a lawn chair sitting less than two feet in front of it with more milk crates stacked on top of each other to make an end table beside the chair. There were several empty beer cans on and around all of that.

The kitchen was smaller than what I've seen in many efficiency hotel rooms. The refrigerator was dorm sized and sat under a board that folded down to serve as a table or an ironing board. There was a toaster oven and a hot plate. I saw several empty boxes from
frozen dinners in the overflowing trash can.

The bedroom looked more like a closet than an actual room and the door was permanently opened because the twin mattress on the floor blocked it and made it impossible to close. I can't be sure but I think the bed had the same purple elephant sheets on it that he had used on his bed back in high school. There were a couple of boxes sitting right by the bed and I could tell that they were being used as dresser drawers.

There was a small door to the left of the bedroom entrance and I can only assume that it was the bathroom, but I wasn't brave enough to actually find out for sure.

"Well, I can see that you've really made this place your own."

"What can I say. A man's home is his castle. I'm about starved. How about you?"

"Well, I can't say that I'm starved, but I'm ready to get out of here any time you are. I'll even drive."

"You're my kind of woman."

Stop winking at me, you freak!

As soon as he said that he turned around and walked out the door and I ran out right behind him feeling like I needed a shower.

We had just gotten to my car and were about to get in when we heard his mother yelling from inside her house, "John, John, I know you can hear me! Get in here and get this phone call! It's your probation officer! He says you're late for your appointment, AGAIN! You get in here right now, before I tan your hide!"

John got that same dumb, 'I've been bad, but I know you'll forgive me' look on his face that I had seen so many time in high school. Before he had a chance to say anything, I told him that he better go take care of things before they got any worse and that we could always do lunch another day.

He made me promise that we would, then he slammed my car door and walked toward his mother's back door yelling, "I'm coming, momma. Don't get your panties in an uproar."

I got in the car and drove myself to the closest bar I could find. I ordered a Margarita for myself and a round for everyone else in the place. Of course, there were only two other people in the dive, but I didn't care. I felt like celebrating.