Monday, January 31, 2011
Who Is ...
Piers Morgan, and why the hell should I care? Why is his name all over CNN? does he run a counrty? No. Now go away, man with the stupid name.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Could It BE Any More Random?
Last night I had a dream. My husband left me for an ex girlfriend. I went to a party, he was there. I started flirting with Matt LeBlanc to make him jealous. Someone mentioed that the kids had been left with a questionable baby sitter, that turned out to be Bill Murray.
I've got to stop eating before bed.
I've got to stop eating before bed.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
And We're Back!
Isaiah was typing up a report on sharks yesterday. When I went in to check on his progress, this is what he had written:
"sharks are more feersom in your imagination than in real life. they can way up to 5,000 pounds I read aoubt it. they can have up to 20,000 teeth. ok we'll be right back ............................ 773, 202 doo dooo doo dooo loona! OK were back............ this is sparta! kick ..................."
I'm sure his teacher will love it. For non-Chicagoans, the 773-202-LUNA is, and will always be, his favorite local commercial. For Chicagoans, I know it's running through your head right now. So I don't know if he was hoping to get a corporate sponsor for his shark report, but he's courting LUNA pretty hard!
The 7th and 8th grades are "adopting" a refugee family from Iraq, working through our local Catholic Charities. D is excited about being a part of the plan, as each kid (and therefore, family) is helping to contribute to a welcome kit to help with their transition. It includes basics like cleaning supplies, rice, flour, cooking oil, tea and the like. We're also pitching in for things like pots and pans, bedding and dishes. While the family is settling here in Chicago, our students will learn about the history of Iraq, what's happening now, and what the experience may be like for families like this one, who have left and are starting over somewhere new. This is exactly the kind of project they need to be more connected to what's going on outside their own little worlds. Once the family is settled in, the kids will get a chance to meet them. I swear, this kind of thing makes me almost teary eyed.
Updates:
AZ - shooting people = bad. Hey Sarah Palin, with your shit about, "Don't retreat, reload" and other assholes showing propaganda using crosshairs - stop it. If record companies and video game developers can be held accountable for violent images, so should you.
Rahm for Mayor - Politics is like a sport in Chicago. Last week, President Clinton was here to stump for Rahm, yesterday he was stricken from the ballot by the appellate court, today it looks as if he's been restored by the IL Supreme Court. As long as no one's shooting any opponents, let's keep with the fun.
School lunches - I read a bit on CNN about a brilliant blog called Fed Up With Lunch, a teacher who ate and analyzed her school's lunches for a year. Bravo, I say. Our school periodically offers organic, feel-good food, but A) it's too damn expensive and B) I know my kids won't touch their organic rice pilaf with a 10 foot pole.
School - I've been trying (unsuccessfully, obviously) for a week to place myself at a local school for some observation, as mandated by the syllabus for my Educational Differences class. We were told by our professor to be prepared for our calls to go unanswered. Excuse me? I'm sensing I'm going to be the squeaky wheel soon.
"sharks are more feersom in your imagination than in real life. they can way up to 5,000 pounds I read aoubt it. they can have up to 20,000 teeth. ok we'll be right back ............................ 773, 202 doo dooo doo dooo loona! OK were back............ this is sparta! kick ..................."
I'm sure his teacher will love it. For non-Chicagoans, the 773-202-LUNA is, and will always be, his favorite local commercial. For Chicagoans, I know it's running through your head right now. So I don't know if he was hoping to get a corporate sponsor for his shark report, but he's courting LUNA pretty hard!
The 7th and 8th grades are "adopting" a refugee family from Iraq, working through our local Catholic Charities. D is excited about being a part of the plan, as each kid (and therefore, family) is helping to contribute to a welcome kit to help with their transition. It includes basics like cleaning supplies, rice, flour, cooking oil, tea and the like. We're also pitching in for things like pots and pans, bedding and dishes. While the family is settling here in Chicago, our students will learn about the history of Iraq, what's happening now, and what the experience may be like for families like this one, who have left and are starting over somewhere new. This is exactly the kind of project they need to be more connected to what's going on outside their own little worlds. Once the family is settled in, the kids will get a chance to meet them. I swear, this kind of thing makes me almost teary eyed.
Updates:
AZ - shooting people = bad. Hey Sarah Palin, with your shit about, "Don't retreat, reload" and other assholes showing propaganda using crosshairs - stop it. If record companies and video game developers can be held accountable for violent images, so should you.
Rahm for Mayor - Politics is like a sport in Chicago. Last week, President Clinton was here to stump for Rahm, yesterday he was stricken from the ballot by the appellate court, today it looks as if he's been restored by the IL Supreme Court. As long as no one's shooting any opponents, let's keep with the fun.
School lunches - I read a bit on CNN about a brilliant blog called Fed Up With Lunch, a teacher who ate and analyzed her school's lunches for a year. Bravo, I say. Our school periodically offers organic, feel-good food, but A) it's too damn expensive and B) I know my kids won't touch their organic rice pilaf with a 10 foot pole.
School - I've been trying (unsuccessfully, obviously) for a week to place myself at a local school for some observation, as mandated by the syllabus for my Educational Differences class. We were told by our professor to be prepared for our calls to go unanswered. Excuse me? I'm sensing I'm going to be the squeaky wheel soon.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Still Whining, Louis!
Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same.
Not that I'm implying that we're not mortal or anything, but I do love that line from Interview With the Vampire, and it goes a ways in explaining why I haven't been blogging much.
Think I'm going to take a short hiatus, and come back with a bang. Or a promotion. Or something.
Not that I'm implying that we're not mortal or anything, but I do love that line from Interview With the Vampire, and it goes a ways in explaining why I haven't been blogging much.
Think I'm going to take a short hiatus, and come back with a bang. Or a promotion. Or something.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
He Said WHAT?!
A few minutes ago, I was on the phone with my darling older son, checking in to see how their day is going at home. In the background I hear Hubs shout, "What did you just say?"
Seems that Isaiah was taunting/teasing who-knows-what at Daimean when he threw out this lovely little insult -
"Pussy!"
When asked where he heard that word, he promptly blamed his brother.
So I had a chat with them about how to conduct yourself like a gentleman, instead of (in the words os Ricky Bobby) a retarded gang banger. (and yes, I'm still very anti R word) This was directed more at Daimean, since Isaiah dropped that word right in front of dad, I don't think he understands it's a bad word.
*sigh*
I have earned every one of these grey hairs, I tell you.
Seems that Isaiah was taunting/teasing who-knows-what at Daimean when he threw out this lovely little insult -
"Pussy!"
When asked where he heard that word, he promptly blamed his brother.
So I had a chat with them about how to conduct yourself like a gentleman, instead of (in the words os Ricky Bobby) a retarded gang banger. (and yes, I'm still very anti R word) This was directed more at Daimean, since Isaiah dropped that word right in front of dad, I don't think he understands it's a bad word.
*sigh*
I have earned every one of these grey hairs, I tell you.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Art Imitating Life?
If the art is of a red nosed, anemic girl, then yes.
You know those days when you feel kinda like crap, but you do your hair and wear your favorite outfit and figure that will make you all better? At least, make you LOOK better?
Yeah, that was me this morning. I'm getting over a bad cold, and still feeling a little wrung out. My lips are a bit chapped, too. So I grab some tropical scented lip stuff, it's yellowish, kind of like mango colored. Then I head to the rest room and catch a look at myself.
HOLY HELL - the yellow lip balm has cast an ugly yellow pallor to my lips, so now I look like I'm suffering from a very strange ailment, or I've been huffing yellow spray paint. I actually laughed out loud when I saw myself! So rather than remove the offending color, I tried to put pink gloss over it. Ew, it turned kind of orange. So all I have left it a super deep red, which would probably make me look like a clown (or a hooker, or a hooker-clown) since I'm so pale.
Ah, I love being a girl :)
You know those days when you feel kinda like crap, but you do your hair and wear your favorite outfit and figure that will make you all better? At least, make you LOOK better?
Yeah, that was me this morning. I'm getting over a bad cold, and still feeling a little wrung out. My lips are a bit chapped, too. So I grab some tropical scented lip stuff, it's yellowish, kind of like mango colored. Then I head to the rest room and catch a look at myself.
HOLY HELL - the yellow lip balm has cast an ugly yellow pallor to my lips, so now I look like I'm suffering from a very strange ailment, or I've been huffing yellow spray paint. I actually laughed out loud when I saw myself! So rather than remove the offending color, I tried to put pink gloss over it. Ew, it turned kind of orange. So all I have left it a super deep red, which would probably make me look like a clown (or a hooker, or a hooker-clown) since I'm so pale.
Ah, I love being a girl :)
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