Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?

Last week J-Man had a report due on Cuba. Besides being the country famous for Ricky Ricardo, cigars, the Cuban Missile Crisis, and the fact that the best man at my parent’s wedding 50+ years ago was a Cuban Gun Runner, I didn’t know a lot about Cuba. Now I know a little more.

This week, the entire 5th grade at J-Man’s school is celebrating Latin America Day. They will go from classroom to classroom to learn about the language, culture, and foods from different Latin American countries. Great! Well, except for the food.

Our school district has been very progressive in how they handle food allergies and being a parent of a child with food allergies, I’m glad, but it’s going to make things a little difficult for Latin America Day. Every class was assigned a different food to bring in as long as it follows district guidelines.

Here are the district guidelines “all food must be store-bought and clearly labeled with ingredients. Fruit cannot be cut at home or school; it must be cut and packed by the store.”

J-Man’s class was assigned “Guava”. Ya, Guava! WTH?? As far as I know, guava isn’t something that’s usually available already cut up in a fruit tray next to the grapes and strawberries, nor is it a popular ingredient in baked goods. You don’t really see guava cupcakes, guava cookies, or guava bagels. Except for guava juice, there isn’t a whole lot of guava items available.

Seems more like a practical joke on the parents. “Let’s see what obscure Latin American food we can assign and watch them scramble. Bwahahahaha!”

I’m sure someone will let me know that guava pancakes are available or guava brownies are available in the natural food section of our grocery store and that I’m lacking basic guava knowledge.

Hello, my name is Elle and I’m guava challenged.

Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?

Stacy

Today I was reading online that they passed new regulations for what visitors can wear to prisons. It said, “No v-necks, no shirts with zippers, no overalls, no see-thru clothing and undergarments must be worn.” What the Hell? Is the lack of undergarments such a problem? I’m guessing it is if they have to put it in a new regulation. Who wouldn’t wear undergarments to a prison? Would you really want to be sitting on those benches and stuff sans undergarments? Besides the other items listed are pretty much common sense. It should just say, “No dressing like a slut, you are visiting a prison, stupid.”

Speaking of what people are wearing. Today I walked to Dunkins’ on my lunch break with my friend. In walks this girl in a black maxi-dress, black fringe sandals, and a bright orange knit hat. Oh and by the way, it was like 80 degrees today. Both my friend and I said, “What the Hell?” at the same time. Did she get dressed and think, “Hmmmm, this outfit needs something, oh I know, my winter bright orange knit hat.” I know it’s NH, but it’s not hunting season anymore, she shouldn’t worry about being mistaken for a deer. I’ve attached a picture below to help with the visual.

Elle

A couple of weeks ago we had a new mail carrier at work. The very first time she came in she very dramatically threw her arm and upper body into the counter in front of me and said “I can’t believe it, I forgot your mail at the post office! They can deliver it tomorrow.” Then she paused and said “Or I can go get it and bring it back.”

WTH??!! I said that I would like her to get the mail and bring it back.

“What time do you close?”

“5 pm” and it was just a little bit after 12 when she was laying across my counter.

“Oh, I don’t know. I might not make it back in time but I’ll try.”

I said that would be good. She left and was back in less than 20 minutes. Seriously, I was thinking “you have one job, you’re the mail-person.

Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?

Elle

Last night I had an earache. WTH??!! I thought only little kids got earaches and ear infections. It was very painful and there was lots of pressure. Of course I went to Dr. Facebook to complain about my problem. What the hell did we do before Facebook? Two of my Facebook friends left comments letting me know that earaches were common in adults and giving me tips on getting through the night. It seems a bit better but my children always seemed better in the morning and then later in the day the earache would come back. Last month I thought I had a sinus infection and just got through with sudafed. Maybe I should actually go to the real doctor and get my sinuses and ears taken care of especially since we’ll be flying at the end of the month. Too bad my doctor’s office is closed today. I’ll have to see how it is tomorrow and maybe go then, since she’s closed on Fridays too. WTH??!!

Sunday we went grocery shopping and I bought several 2 liter bottles of Diet Pepsi. Monday morning I desperately needed my caffeine fix so I opened one of the bottles. I took a big sip and almost spit it out. It was nasty! I looked at the bottle and the expiration date was 3/12/12!! WTH??!! How does a busy grocery store end up with a bottle of Diet Pepsi that expired over a year ago??!! Ya, that’s going back to the store.

Tonight I saw a want ad in the small local paper that our school district is looking for a “Vice Principle”. Yes, a vice principle. WTH??!! I’m hoping that it was the newspaper’s mistake and wasn’t the fault of the school.