Friday, May 28, 2010

Kindergarten Graduate

Well, my baby graduated from kindergarten. I'm not sure when or how this happened but dang, she went and grew up! And her daddy and I are so proud of her! Can you hear me talking in a southern accent? I'm not sure where that's coming from...maybe the show Merkle is watching
right now about the Big Foot Creature living in Kentucky!
Anyway, Grace had a great year. In fact her teacher recommended her for the DEEP program at Twin Branch for 1st grade! So we sent in an application and Grace was tested and she got in! Yay! And, she didn't freak out when we told her about going to a different school next year. So 2 different schools next year! Yikes!
Grace had THE BEST teacher! Mrs. Johnson is the sweetest most perfectly fit kindergarten teacher on the planet! I'm going to miss her soooo much!

Now here's momma braggin':

Grace with her first of many diplomas that I'm sure she will receive in her life...

With her I Love To Read Certificate, check it out 1,567 minutes in the month of February!

And, my proudest moment of all...Grace's Citizenship Award. Her teacher chose a boy and a girl from her class to receive this award. I believe she made a great choice!

Friday, May 14, 2010

So how about a nonsensical post for you to consider...

My Top 10 Least Favorite Songs:

10 through 8. Fill in the blank with any song by Phil Collins

7. Shout by Tears For Fears. I may just hate this song because of the ridiculous name of the band. Tears For Fears? Really? Now that's just silly.

6. Convoy by C.W. McCall. Now if this song doesn't produce images in your head of a denim clad Burt Reynolds, oh dear, or better yet a NAKED Burt Reynolds sprawled out on a bear skin rug...
Eye Bleach Stat!!

5. Dancing In The Street by Anybody really. But for the sake of argument let's focus our attention on this shall we.

4. We Gotta Get Out Of This Place by The Animals.

3. Cherokee Nation by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

2. That Smell by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Ok, at first I hated this song because the title is just gross. BUT, upon further is now my favorite song. I think it has a great message and I might suggest it as a college course at IUSB.

And without further adieu. My #1 least favorite song of all time is:

Blue Jean Baby Queen by David Essex. P-UKE! If you are unaware of this truly hideous song and you think you can stomach it, click here. Fair Warning!! Don't do it!! This song provokes feelings of violence in me. I can't explain it but it makes me want to hit the wall, or the speakers, or my husband when he starts humming the first hideous bars just to watch my reaction. And it didn't help when Michael Damien thought he could improve it. Now, if President Obama wants to turn us into a socialist country the only area in which I could support him would be in the banning of this song.
Trust me, it's for your own good America. You'll thank me later.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Da Polls

So, I got to work the polls on election day. First time ever. I remember kids in high school like getting to miss a day of school to do it and I actually thought, wow, I'd rather be in class than do such a totally geeky thing. Duh...

OK, I obviously underestimated the potential for fun at the polls so many years ago. We had a blast!

So at 4:45 in the a.m. (hello! 4:45 comes twice in a day? whoda thunk it?) Anyway at 4:45 in the a.m. my dad comes knocking on my door. We were in the same polling location, the two of us plus Anne. Yeah, can you imagine?

Anyway, so apparently you are not aloud to discuss politics at the polls lest you earn yourself a class A misdemeanor. This was going to be a challenge for all involved parties. First of all my dad is a die hard conservative and...a Kensinger, so he will argue with you till your screaming UNCLE!!! And Anne? Well what can I say about Anne. Dear, dear Anne. Basically Anne doesn't care what anyone thinks about her. If she ends up in the pokey with a class A misdemeanor it was well worth it to have potentially brought someone into the light. I LOVE that about her. Though when she starts it takes me back to my smoke filled childhood and I begin to get palpitations.

Ok, so Anne and I were at our table with our 2 liberal counterparts, one of whom worked for the Teamsters for 30 years and the other who told us during introductions that she was an animal rights activist. Oh, this was going to be a fun, fun day.

Well, me and my liberal hit it off immediately. We talked and talked and talked. At least until 2:30. So I checked the time, yeah, it was only like 8:00. So we decided to pass the time playing games. We drew up a scoreboard with every one's names on it and got started by seeing who could guess the occupations of our "customers". Then we estimated bricks on the wall in front of us. We played "name 5" for at least 4 hours. Then we had 1 on 1 who could name the most whatever: countries (I won with a total of 40 in 2 minutes), presidents, sports teams, and so on.

Oh, so Anne's lib (you remember, the animal activist) was a hoot. Anne had been talking about her pet rabbit and how she should have brought it along and I mentioned that her rabbit was named George, after George Bush, and do you know Miss Animal Rights Activist said it was a good thing Anne didn't have that rabbit with her cause she'd sneak out back with it and snap it's little neck!!!!

The Polls, it was great. It was exhausting. And by 6 we were ready to go BUT! The polls must be closed properly. And the proper way it must be done is for the Inspector to go out front and shout "Hear Ye! Hear Ye! The Polls Are Now Closed!" Well, guess what? They let me do it! Whoo Hoo!!

Okay, so after 13 hours and 84 voters we were completely zoned out! But wait! Jackie won! We have to go to her victory party! Bear with me here, only a little longer to go.

So me and my dad have this curse. The Kensinger curse. We don't ever want the party to end. Sort of like this blog post. So after following our libs to the county city building in downtown South Bend we decided to head to Elkhart for the par-tay. Well, it was supposed to be at this particular restaurant but we didn't know how to get there so we swung by Jackie's HQ and saw that the "open" sign was on so we thought we'd stop in there. We go in on a victory high shouting "JACKIEEEEE" All of a sudden this older lady comes rushing out of this little office area with her finger over her mouth. Seems Jackie's campaign manager Matt Kirby was still on the phone getting results. And the lady who came out to hush us? Jackie's mom! Then Jackie came out and we got to congratulate her and her husband. Man, it was thrilling! And this was just the primary? Wow, they might want to pull the plug on that "open" sign come November cause me and my dad will be hootin' even more then!!!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Part Duex

OK, I know you're just chomping at the bit to get to see how this drama will unfold. Well, sit on down and enjoy the show...
So after eating at Ed Debevics we went on to our hotel, the Hyatt Regency on Wacker. $73 on Hotwire!! Yeah Baby!! So we get our key for our room on the...17th floor?? Hello!! I called and requested 4th and below! Fire, people! Hotels catch FIRE! Plus anything above the 4th floor and I can feel the building's not pretty.
So fancy Chicago clerk lady gives us a new room key for the 4th floor and when we get up to it we slide our key in and the door only opened about 6 inches. It was locked from the inside. My first thought was wow, how did they do that? This IS a fancy hotel. Then we heard the TV and saw the lights on and clothes hanging in the closet!! AHhhhh, the room was already occupied! So we bolted for the elevator, went back to fancy Chicago clerk lady and told her what had happened and all she said was "Oh, let me get you a new room." Really?
Ok, so our new room had no roommates so we took it. That evening we decided to go for a walk up Michigan Ave. It was a perfect night. We walked about 8 blocks then saw a horse and buggy so we decided to take a ride. The driver talked our ear off the whole time. About everything and nothing at all. She at one point even mentioned "pimping out her horse." Glad the girls didn't hear that. That's just the question I want my 6 year old asking: mommy what does pimping mean?

So the next morning we had planned a surprise trip to Navy Pier to see our first ever IMAX movie. And guess what? It was sold out! A 10a.m. movie sold out? The girls handled the disappointment very well. So we hopped on a bus to American Girl. My daughters mecca. They L O V E American Girl. And so do I. The books are fabulous. The dolls are beautiful. The store is pink. What more do you need?
We had lunch there. Well worth it. The AG website does NOT sell it well. I could sell it well. It was the best food we'd had in Chicago the last 2 trips. Mostly because we have to eat at gimmicky places because the kids love it. And that's alright. But it was nice to finally have some good food.

So, that was this years trip. This is turning out to be a tradition for us. Remember last years visit?

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Hey Chicago, Whaddaya Say? Cubs Are Gonna Win TODAY!!

Chicago Trip Installment 1:

So we had a great 2 days in Chicago.
On Sunday we took our girls to their very first ever Cubs game. We got there about 2 hours before the game started and found this guy standing on a corner a block from Wrigley Field with a tiny parking sign in his hand. $30 to park, so we follow him to this back ally behind this row of townhouses and park our car right under the sign that reads : "PRIVATE PARKING. TOWED AT OWNERS EXPENSE." I instantly lost all street smarts I may have thought that I previously possessed and asked the guy how we could know if he was legit and wasn't just stickin' us in someones personal parking spot while they're running to the grocery store. I mean this guy parked 6 cars at $30 a piece and could vanish in the time it would take for the actual owner to just begin his navigation through Cubs fans on his way to get some toilet paper.
Well, anyway, luckily my weak little unintended-but-turned-out-to-be-an-insult didn't result in the guy vandalizing our car just to get me back.

Okay, so we get into the park and begin our assent to our seats. Section 514 Row 9. Yeah, guess where that is. THE VERY TOP ROW OF WRIGLEY FIELD!!! Our backs were up against the fence that holds the whole stadium together. You know which seats I'm talking about. The ones where if you trip over one step you'll fling yourself over the 2 balconies below you and out into center field. The ones where you're in a whole different climate from the lucky saps sitting behind the dugouts. Okay, I will say this though. I did find comfort in the fact that we were so high up there was virtually no chance I could be killed by a foul ball flying at my head at 125 MPH. And after I popped a Xanax I really didn't care about any of that anyway. You can see how much Grace loved our seats. Poor kid was as freaked out as I was (pre-medication):

And guess what?? We got a couple balls autographed by (one of) Merkles heros, Ron Santo. AND...the girls got to run the bases at the end of the game!

So after all that excitement we went to Ed Debevics for some mistreatment and bad food but...hey, you can't beat a good counter dance: