1.23.2007

From an email I received today:

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't teach."

To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?" (she paused for a second, then began........)

"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental..."

"You want to know what I make?" (she paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)

"I make kids wonder. I make them question. I make them criticize. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write. I make them read, read, read. I make them show all their work in math. I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity. I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe. I make my students stand to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, because we live in the United Sates of America. And finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life".

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued) "Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know what I make? I make a Difference! What do you make?"

1.13.2007

This Slang Ain't For Sissies

The slang of the 80's--my slang--was pretty simple:

Rad: great, all right
Totally: I understand you, man. I get it. Or, I'm right there with ya.
Gag-Me-With-A-Spoon: (you can probably surmise)--very gross--I cannot even imagine the grossness of it because it is so gross.
As If: I would rather not, thank you
Dude: The opposite of Dork--someone who is cool.
Awesome: Extremely good
Bitchin': Excellent
Chill Pill or Chill: You need to relax or to relax
Fer Sure!: Absolutely I want to meet Simon LeBon--fer sure! Sometimes preceded by "like."
Cool Beans: Very nice
Heinous: Awful
McFly: If you're called this, you've just done something stupid.
Don't Have a Cow: Another "relax" term
Gnarly: Excellent
That's the ticket!: You've got that correct
Gross me out: Icky
Trippendicular: Something that is totally awesome.

Innocent, right? The slang of today's time doesn't even come close to being innocent, but at least there's a dictionary to help us old people out: www.urbandictionary.com. Please note, that this web site is not for the faint of heart. And if you're offended at the F-word, the Sh*t word or worse, you should not visit, and then you can be blisfully unaware of what the kids are saying around you. If you knew, you'd probably faint dead away, and if you are like me, I became very hostile when I heard one of my students trying to get attention by saying "Slumber Party" over and over while the kid next to him kept whispering to him to just shut up. The kid should have shut up, because I looked it up (the behavior was too suspicious), immediately called his mama--although I was too shocked and embarrassed to tell her the exact meaning--then I alerted the administration. The shear shock of it made me very angry, especially since the girls in the room probably knew what the term meant before I did. If you dare to look it up, I can tell you that it is not totally rad, nor is it bitchin', fer sure, but it is totally heinous.

1.02.2007

My Muskles Are Killin' Me!

What a great feeling to know that I kicked some butt in the (home) gym yesterday morning. Today was a cardio day, and I kicked less butt, but I did kick some. I'm going to go for an afternoon session on the elliptical for some short bursts, too.

***

Dale was supposed to work until 6 p.m. last night, so at about 2:45, I pack up Em and head to G & G Reed's house. We take our time with our visit, and my dad even suggested I go shopping with my mom and he'd watch the kid. Emily and I get home around 5:45 and Dale's car is in the garage. I try to be flexible with change, but I had to dinner to fix, yet and now I'd be on double time since I had planned on not having it ready until 6:30...blah blah blah. The idea of dinner totally escaped me as soon as I stepped through the door.

When you enter your home, it's supposed to be one of relief and not a place that is frigid and cold.

Now I speak literally and not figuratively. I opened the door and stepped from a cold garage into my home the refrigerator. Dale was sitting on the couch watching Trading Space and the house was a friggin' ice box. He had all the windows open in the basement and a window open in the family to "whisk the smell right out of the house."

He knows how I feel about being cold, and I'm sure the fact that I haven't been warm since October didn't cross his mind. He commenced a mild-mannered chat about how our days were, and I cut him off and said, "Can we close the windows now?" He seemed mildly amused that I didn't see the genius in his plan to "whisk the smell right out"; the smell being the polyurethane. Either I was too high on fumes to even notice it, or --I was too high on fumes to notice it anymore.

Why can't we just be N o R m a L ????

1.01.2007

Happy New Year!

So far my day has laughably been about a little girl bouncing from one couch to the other and me saying,

"Do you need to go potty?"

We ask this of her because Emily would rather spend her time trying to wrap one leg around the other to cut off whatever flow she is about to feel rather than just going to the dang bathroom. And it wouldn't be so bad, really, except when she's trying to wrap herself, her rate of speech seems to triple, and it's like she's going to spin off somewhere into space.

Bounce - Bounce - Wrap - Bounce - Zweeeeeeeeee!

"Mama, stay there, I have to go potty."

"Really?"

***

I've taken the last two weeks off of weights and have just done cardio only. This morning, I did a full upper body workout and it was great feeling my muscles ache again. I had to lower my weight amounts, but not by much, and it was still a good workout. Tomorrow is cardio and Wednesday is lower body. Eating is going great, too, despite the holidays. I'm back into the full swing, am switching up some meals and am going to try to stay in the 1500 calorie range for a couple of weeks. I'll then up it to 1700 and then down again.

***

Last year, my resolution was to make no resolution. I missed being involved in the fun of it, so this year, I'm jumping in to the fray.

1.) I'm going to drink more beer.

Just kidding.

1.) I'm going to see more movies with my dad.
2.) I'm going to lose more fat.
3.) I want to run a 5k
4.) I am going to say no more often (already started that yesterday)
5.) I am going make the students do more work, rather than me.

My original #1 resolution sounds pretty good now, though. I think I want that one back.