Posts Tagged ‘Mommy’
Last Check
Sunday, January 1st, 2012First Grade Drawing
Monday, March 7th, 2011@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for her homework assignment.
The teacher graded it and the child brought it home. She returned to school the next day with the following note:
Dear Ms. Davis,
I want to be perfectly clear on my child’s homework illustration.
It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me selling a shovel.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Harrington
Moral of the Story
Monday, August 30th, 2010
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day, the kids came back and, one by one,
began to tell their stories.
There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved.
But then the teacher realized, that only Janie was left.
Janie, do you have a story to share?’
”Yes ma’am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn’t
break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops.
She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.
”Good Heavens,’ said the horrified teacher. ‘What
did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?
“Stay away from Mommy when she’s been drinking.”
Mommy to Mom to Mother
Sunday, May 9th, 2010
Real Mothers don’t eat quiche;
They don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what
The vacuum just sucked up…
Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’
And get their answer when a little
Voice says, ‘Because I love you best.’
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth
Is not measured by height or years or grade…
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…..
The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t know everything!
14 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue.
16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s so five minutes ago.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
Mommy Names Kid..
Friday, December 11th, 2009How would you pronounce this child’s name?
She spells her name….. “Le-a”
So. How would YOU pronounce her name?
Leah? ………NO.
Lee – A? ……NOPE.
Lay – a? …….NOT A CHANCE.
Lei?……………NICE TRY…BUT… GUESS AGAIN!
This child attends a school in Livingston Parish, LA. Her mother is irate because everyone is getting her name wrong. She says it’s pronounced……… “Ledasha”.
When the mother was asked how in the world did she figured it should be pronounced that way… She said…
…”cause the dash don’t be silent!”
So, if you see a name come across your desk like this, please remember to pronounce the dash.
And if anyone axe you why, tell them it’s ’cause the dash don’t be silent!
God help us.





