Today was the blood drive at the high school. Tanya and I were signed up to give during our planning hour. So, off we go at about 8:45 this morning. We get there and find out that the process has changed a little and there would be delays. We were the second and third to give. We had to read this book about donating blood and what "risky behaviors" can taint your blood. I have not traveled to any of the countries on the "list" in the past five years. I have not shared needles. Ever. I have never experimented with or used drugs of any kind. I do not have more than one sexual partner. With all that taken care of, I was off to my interview with the blood people. She looks me up on her little computer, asks me a couple of questions, and then pricks my finger. Guess what...they didn't want my blood. I have low iron. I was not surprised. The Red Cross turns me away about as often as they take me.
At 11:30 we had a joint birthday party in the clubhouse with Tanya's class. We each have a twin and today they turned six. Then, as if going to the book fair and having a birthday party complete with goody bag weren't enough, we went on a short field trip. We loaded up both kindergartens and pre-k and came to Miami for a show. The tribes that are based in our county always do really neat activities for the National Week of the Young Child. We used to have Stephen Fite, a children's musician, come for a concert. Last year the characters from the PBS television show Between the Lions came. This year we had a Native American ventriloquist. Seriously, how do you go from Between the Lions to a Native American ventriloquist. I was a little worried that the show may not compare to what we had in the past. I am happy to report that I was wrong. See, I will admit it. Anyway, Buddy Bigmountain was really great! The kids loved it. Every year when we come to these shows the man that introduces the act sings what he likes to call the "Beaver Song". And, every year, he calls me to the stage to sing it with him. I don't know if he even realizes that year after year he always calls on me. Today he commented as we were leaving, "There's the girl that knows the Beaver Song. I didn't even have to teach it to you." "Yeah, I get to sing the Beaver Song every year, " I said. I don't mind an audience though, so really, it's no big deal. I can even do the actions. I'm good. I know.
After school I was sooo tired, but I stayed and worked out amid all of the junior high kids. Now I'm home and doing my chores. I hate laundry! We are going to have some thunderstorms. I am looking forward to them. I don't want anything damaging, just something fun to listen to.
I hope that you had a good day.