Monthly Archives: May 2008

Not sure how I would spell out a primal scream…

but if I did, that would be the title of this post.

So as my two loyal readers know, I substitute teach. That’s part of the reason I haven’t been posting as much lately because I can’t stay up too late to look at blogs and I can’t write posts first thing in the morning like I used to. At least not every day. And since there are only 15 and a half days left of school, and two vacations I want to take this summer, I am trying to work as much as I possibly can.

Anyway, before I tell you why the primal scream, I need to update you on some goings on in the household or the rest of this will make less sense than usual.

Spouse and I, after much gnashing of teeth and renting of clothes, have decided to transfer the Things to another school. The new school uses the IB (International Baccalaureate) Primary Years Curriculum. It’s still in our district and not that far from our house (just by the Home Depot I like to haunt…how expensive do you think THAT will be long term?). It has a much smaller student body and I think that overall it is the right decision. Part of my reasoning for moving the soon to be fifth grader was because the fifth grade team at the current school is a mess and will be having 75% turnover next year. And the ones staying don’t exactly inspire me.

Today I subbed in the fifth grade and I was subbing for one of the math/science teachers. Today’s project was pretty cool: we were starting to build model rockets. This is something I could actually contribute on since I have built them with the Things in the past. They were your standard issue Estes rockets, nothing really fancy. All you have to do is follow the directions and you are fine.

So did we do that? No. She had her OWN directions to follow, ones that are going to make things difficult a bit later. But whatever, I’m just the sub right? So I helped out just kept my mouth shut. During the afternoon time, the third m/s teacher comes into our lab and tells us she’s uncomfortable with “all this technical stuff” and could someone help her out. Since the teacher I was subbing for was actually there (she had to administer a TAKS retest in Spanish today and the student finished early), I was sent down to this other teacher’s room and I taught the lesson. A totally unprepared sub was better at teaching this lesson than the science teacher.

While in there, this teacher admitted to me that science makes her uncomfortable and had done no prep work for this topic at all.

A science teacher. Uncomfortable with her subject. And this is one of the ones who is STAYING.

Hence the primal scream. And Spouse, since I know you are reading this, TOTAL justification for our decision.

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Friday Haiku 5/9/08

Mother’s Day on Sunday.
I like homemade gifts from kids.
Can’t wait to see them.

That will end so soon.
They are growing up so fast.
I will miss that stuff.

I will take the time
Treasure what they give me.
‘Cause it’s from the heart.

But the truth be told?
They’ve already given me
The best gift: themselves.

Hope you all have a great Mother’s Day! For more Haiku, check out these cool Mothers: A Mommy Story and Playgroups are No Place for Children.

Memeings…..Nothing More than Memeings….

So I got tagged by Attached Parent for a meme. I know she’s out traveling right now and I was going to wait until she got back but I have no blog fodder. Sorry. Here is my “Best” meme.

Best Meal: Hmmm….I love sushi, so any time at my favorite sushi joint is cool. But a really good pizza or lasagna will make me happy, too.

Best Hobbies: I play the cello and do as much DIY as time and budgets allow. I have a bunch of projects queued up right now. I just have to find the time.

Best Vacation: New York 2006. One week, tons of museums, food, family and stuff. Just a heck of a good time.

Best Vacation Sans Kid: Italy 2003. Five days in Rome and four days in Tuscany. Just me and my Dad. A total vacation.

Best Job: This I cannot answer. I only had really crappy jobs. I got to a point where I started to think that if a company hired me, then they must be totally screwed up. So what does that say about the school district that hired me to be a sub?

Best Thing to buy if money wasn’t an issue: My dream house. Totally done up with the stellar kitchen, amazing closets, uber custom bath, ultra garage for spouse, you name it.

Best age growing up: Thirteen. I didn’t care about boys yet, I was in gymnastics and winning at meets, school was still easy and fun, and everything still seemed possible.

Best toy as a kid: Atari 5200. All the guys wanted to come over and play at my house. I didn’t know how good I had it.

Best date before I was married: Cotton Bowl 1991. Twenty-five degrees, UT lost horribly to Miami, they ran out of hot chocolate, but I didn’t care. Why? Because it was my first real date with spouse. He had gone out of his way to find me at the “La Quinta in Garland” in bad weather because it meant that much for him to see me. I pretty much knew I had a keeper at that point.

So there ya go. I can’t think of anyone specific to tag, so if you feel like playing, consider yourself tagged. 🙂

The Lives of the Bold, Restless Children in the Hospital have the Light of the World

This post is part of the Monday Mission. Today’s mission: write your post in the form of a soap opera. For more missions operatives, visit Painted Maypole.

When we last left off….

Melissa’s over commitment causes things to come slightly unhinged in the household. There is much to be done around the humble abode, and she takes a day or two to try and deal with it. But something awaits.

Melissa: There. The laundry is started, the next couple of loads are queued up, and I have an action plan for the rest of the day. I think I’ll take a few minutes to eat some breakfast and read my very favorite blog in the entire universe, Painted Maypole.

A Voice: Ahem.

M: What was that?

A Voice: Just what do you think you are doing?

M: Who is that? Are you talking to me?

V: Oh please, no quoting DeNiro. It’s much too early for that kind of humor. But yes, I am talking to you, seeing as how you are the only sentient being in the house at the moment. Besides me and my brethren, of course.

M: I get the feeling that you aren’t one of the cats.

V: Snort. Oh please. Those hairballs? If you put your ear up to their heads, you can hear a dial tone.

M: So who and what are you?

V: My name is Lepus.

M: Lepus? What is a Lepus?

V: I am a dust bunny. And I am here to warn you.

M: Warn me?

V: Yes, warn you. My brethren and I like it here. So much so that we are starting an active campaign to bring others of our kind from other homes to settle here.

M: Is this some subtle jab at my housekeeping skills?

V: No. It’s not subtle. We like it here. We feel safe.

M: Well, not for long. I intend on some massive cleaning over the next few days so you guys are going to have to find some new digs.

V: Yes, we heard you talking to yourself about that this morning. By the way, that’s not healthy. Perhaps you should see someone about that.

M: Very funny. But seriously, I am going to get some cleaning done over the next few days, so you’ll have to be moving on or you’ll end up in my vacuum cleaner.

V: And that’s why I’m warning you. The Brethren will stop at nothing to protect their home. We will let nothing stand in our way.

M: This is a joke, right? What can a bunch of dust bunnies do?

V: Do not underestimate the power of the dust. We will have our way.

M: I’m not afraid.

V: Oh, but you will be (cue evil music)

Will Melissa get the house clean before Lepus and The Brethren take over? Or will she and her family become slaves to their empire? Stay tuned…

Friday Haiku 5/2/08

Today is Friday.
It’s time to write a haiku.
Oh look! I just did!

End of school year soon.
No one seems to want to work.
That includes me, too.

You can surely tell
Since the first stanza up there
Is recycled lines.

Looking for something better? Then try A Mommy Story and Playgroups are No Place for Children.

There really IS a sequel!

Remember Banana Watch? And I was teasing about a sequel? Well, I could really do one!

We eat a lot of cheese here. And I really need some blog fodder. Hmmm….