Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Fine poetry

I wandered through a primary language class the other day.  The kids were writing poems to inanimate objects. 

I wrote this one today in the same format.  I think it's pretty good.

You make my noggin' thump.
It feels like a big lump.
My head is all foggy.
I feel groggy.
I've been hit by a truck.
Headache -- you suck.

I know, I know.  I'm an Edgar Allen Poe just waiting to be discovered. 
(In my defence, my head hurts.)

Monday, April 25, 2011

boy's acronym

Boy went to a hockey game with some friends on Friday.  It is amazing what pre-teen fellows come up with on their own....

He came home to have this conversation with me:
Boy:  Mom, you know how they have LOL and TTYL and stuff, for short forms.
Me:  Uh huh.
Boy:  You know, like "laugh out loud" and "talk to you later."
Me:  impatient because Boy is so sure I am an idiot that he often feels the need to explain the basics to me... Yes.  Yes.  I am familiar with the terms.
Boy:  I have a new one.  giggles.
Me:  uh huh.  suspicious, I know that giggle.
Boy:  PMP.  smiling.
Me:  thinking.  I don't get it.
Boy:  laughing out loud now (that's LOL, you know.)  Poop My Pants!!


Saturday, April 16, 2011

I did something

I did something. 
I started my first course for my Master's degree on April 2.  It is called EDU 635 Ontario School Law.  This is the course work for the class.

Looks a bit daunting, but I don't actually have to read the purple  Education Act, only refer to sections of it.  The red coiled book contains a series of articles, a few short quizzes and some case studies.  I only have to do some of them. 

So.... silly me.  I came home on April 2nd and said to DH "this course wasn't nearly the work I imagined.  I wonder if I should take the second one offered this term and get them both over with."

Now, you have to understand where I was coming from.  I had just finished a winter that involved a child playing hockey 3-5 nights a week (that's well over 20 hours at the arena or driving to and from the arena) plus Girl's figure skating, and riding.  On April 2nd I was a carefree, crazy chick.  I had all the time in the world on April 2nd.  I could do anything!

It's April 16.  I'm an idiot.

Today I started EDU 615 Introduction to Leadership.  This is the course work I got today.  It consists of two binders -- a 2" binder and a 1" binder.  Note that they are both full.  These are all things I have to read before May 27. (Did I mention I also have a full time job, a family and I'm taking EDU 635????)

See this....


See these top 13 pages.  These are my assignments.  My assignments!  13 pages!!
See this.

This is me. 
Freaking out. 
What in the world was I thinking when I tackled this extra class?  Let's be honest; what was I thinking when I took on the first one....
I know what I wasn't thinking.
I wasn't thinking that baseball and horse show season start in a few weeks!!!
Mercy me.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

makes me smile

Sometimes, to avoid homework, Boy surfs YouTube for funny animal videos.  Sometimes, to avoid making supper, I will go to see whatever clip is making him laugh.

He showed me this one last week.  I've gone back to it a couple of times 'cause it makes me smile.  Watch it all the way to the end :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Boy-Girl Speak

We don't allow Boy or Girl to put each other down or to use profanity (see Swear Jar article).  But being who they are Boy and Girl have come up with alternative ways to bug each other and drive me crazy at the same time.  It's a win-win for them.

I can't even tell you how it started, or when, but the use of the word "hobo" has come to be used as noun, verb, adjective and adverb -- none of which are used the way the word is intended to be used (as in a hobo was a homeless drifter; most commonly used in the Great Depression of the 1930s).

I hear things like "you have hobo hair," and "why don't you hobo away," and "oh yeah, you're smart like a hobo, ha ha" etc. etc. 

I have corrected both children repeatedly.  As an English major improper use of the English language bugs me. And they know it.

Sometimes Girl will ask hobo questions.  Like "do hobos wear underwear?" or "do hobos really eat cats?"  No, no, no I explain.  Hobo is not a species, hobos were homeless men.  There really aren't such things as hobos anymore, I say.

"Yeah," says Boy.  "How come Girl smells like a hobo?"

Then Girl usually chases him and says, "well you look like a hobo!"

So I give up.

But I'm thinking the solitary, quiet life of a hobo seems pretty good to me.....

Monday, April 4, 2011


Woke up one day last week to a disaster.
Guess who caused the disaster??
Guess who couldn't figure out how I guessed who caused the disaster?

It was not a good start to a Monday morning.

Apparently That Cat has not outgrown his love for the "jungle plants."

So I swept up the dirt.  Stuck the plant back in the pots and accepted Rocky's sincere apology.