Useless Things

Useless Things

by

Emily McKean

A paper without a pen,

Numbers without the number ten.

Rainbows without the color blue,

The alphabet without the letter U.

The world without kids,

Pickle jars without lids.

A house without a cat,

A cold person without a hat.

A little girl without a doll,

A world without a mall.

A bedroom witout a toy bear,

A person without hair.

People without a friend,

Stories without an end.

Water without a glass,

A teacher without a class.

Breakin' The Rules

On Friday night Emily kept begging to go over to the elementary school to play on the play ground. I told her no, that I was to tired to go and hang out at the school. So on Saturday the begging began all over again. I kept telling her....maybe a little later today....about 20 times. She finally tells me she really wants to go so she can "break all the play ground rules." I had to laugh at that one....and so off we went.

So she sat where she was not allowed to sit.......

They swung on swings they are not allowed to swing on......

Mikaela swung way to HIGH.....I told her she had to stop because she was freaking me out....

I'm not sure if Jacob broke any rules except for running in the wood chips....which is not allowed...

Doing any type of gymnastics....that's also a no no......

Taking off shoes is forbidden too.....

Mikaela and Emily in front of the middle school they will both officially belong to in another month. (I hope they enjoy their last month of recess they both will ever have....sniff...sniff.)

Thoughts Of An Eleven Year Old

Emily had a cold this past weekend....she was SURE that she had the Swine Flu. I kept telling her she didn't and that if I started to freak out, she could freak out. (There was no freaking out I'm proud to say.) She kept taking her temp. with our digital thermometer. She would freak out when it barely registered a temp. At one point she had some soup and then left the room and took her temp.......it registered at 101. I informed her that you can't drink hot or cool liquids right before you take your temp. because then you don't get an accurate reading. Later in the day she ran into the kitchen in a panic, "Oh no, my temp. is to low!" I asked her what is was..."It's only 97, what does that mean?" I informed her that was normal and she was going to live.

When I was making breakfast yesterday, we were talking about being nice to other people. Kelsey laughed and said sometimes I was mean to Dad (Mike). Emily piped in and said "No she isn't. She is always very appreciative of everything that Dad does. Mom doesn't want Dad to get a girlfriend like the men on Oprah." That girl just cracks me up!