Saturday, April 26, 2014
Obladi Oblada - I love the Beatles and this song makes me smile. I hope it makes you smile, too.
Richard and Margaret Burke
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Me: Iz! Look at these adorable Saucony gym shoes, but they have ties, is this something you would like to work on together? Tying shoes? Should I order them?
Iz: Yes Mommy, those are soooooo cute! (she hugs me) I’ll practice tying my shoes.
Me: Ok, sounds like a plan.
(Later that week after the shoes arrive)
Me: Iz, let’s work on tying together. (She slips the shoes on, still a bit big but I want plenty of time to work on the tying part). You cross the laces over, tuck one under and pull tight. Voila! You try.
Iz: OK! (takes the laces, wraps them around each other, pulls tight, nothing happens.) That’s ok, Mommy, can you help me and show me again?
Me: Sure. (repeat steps delineated above) ((We are both happy to have the cute shoes and to work together))
(A few days later, after many tries at home and at school)
Me: Ok, remem…
Iz: I GOT IT! (she aggressively grabs the shoes, shoves them on her feet, takes hold of the laces, wraps them around each other, pulls super tight, nothing happens)
Iz: NO! I CAN DO IT!!!! (repeat steps delineated above) (MANY MANY MANY TIMES, including the vehemence about doing it ALL ON HER OWN)
Me: Ok, I’ll just wait. (no shoes are tied at this point, nor will they ever be if this continues) ((Sigh))
Me: (In German to my AP class) Good morning! Let’s start your essay on diversity and cultural differences; how can we describe these concepts in detail? What are the historical implications of these concepts to a German-speaking person compared to an English-speaking person? How do they affect us on a daily basis? Be sure to make an outline, staying only in the target language and have a rough draft ready by the end of class with a final draft by week’s end. Also, be sure to call my Google Voice number and respond to the prompt. I will not give you the prompt in advance! Remember, I can see how many times you call and you should only call one time. This call counts for participation, next time it will be for an assessment. OK?
Students: Alles klar! :)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
I adore social media and how it connects me with friends and family that I don’t get to see nearly as often as I’d like. It’s a give and take, an exchange of information, pictures, trivia and life’s minutiae. Due to the nature of life in general, we all have things we love and things we hate. We are all different. Life would be a total snoozer if we all liked the same things. But back to my point, I have an adorable 4.5 year old and I love my husband and my dog and my job and I’m trying to stick to an exercise regimen, so you’ll see a LOT about all those things from me. That’s me. I have friends who are wonderful cooks and bakers and they share what’s cooking tonight. I love that. But I have other friends who complain about others’ posts and I don’t get it. The beauty of social media is that you can change settings to see as much or as little of someone as you would like. If Onkel Fritz is posting too much about his (ugly) hamster, you can edit which of his posts you get. Or, my personal non-fave, when someone decides to post pictures of an injury, (seriously, this GROSSES ME OUT) I swiftly delete that picture, but look forward to the other posts that individual has to share. But don’t fool yourself when you post something snarky about someone else’s posts, because let’s be honest, I’m sure there are friends in your queue who have had enough of what you have said, but they like you so they tolerate you. Or secretly mock you in private, but that’s life. Can’t we all just get over ourselves? Or not, that's ok too. That’s why social media exists; we love to share about ourselves and we love when people notice. It’s quid pro quo, just like life, and it’s awesome. Can’t we just be (facebook) friends?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Preschool: “Mom! I get new clothes for the new school year? Every year?? Yippeeeeeeee!”
High School: “Mom! Are these the only new clothes I am getting for the new school year. Boooooooooo!”
Preschool: Letter from teacher: ½ page ‘Welcome, my name is…” ½ page supply list.
High School: Letter from teachers: What letter?? Is there a list-serve I missed somehow??
Preschool: ‘Open-house Night’: teachers, students, parents, grandparents, neighbors are all invited and are all there. Early.
High School: ‘Curriculum Night’: teachers, students, parents, grandparents, neighbors are all invited; the teachers are all there.
Preschool: Lunch: Lettuce and carrots with ranch, chicken breast and apple slices.
High School: Lunch: Ice cream sandwich, bag of pretzels sticks and a can of pop. (don’t judge, that was a staple for me way back when...)
Preschool: “Honey, what did you do at school today?” “I learned numbers and the alphabet and how to write my name and how to read and circle time. Oh, and we played outside and made a craft and Terrence got glue in his hair and Sherrie wouldn’t eat her apples and I said I would eat them but Ms. Carol said that Sherrie should eat her own apples and I skinned my knee and then I fell and I skinned my other knee. Did you see the hole in my pants?
High School: “Honey, what did you do at school today?” “Nothing.”