So, Jackie emailed me and asked me about my blog...and I realized I haven't been here in such a long time. March 8Th to be exact. A lot has happened in the last month.
Last night my son lost his final wrestling match of the season. I don't think I will be a good soccer mom/stage mom. He was sooooo close to winning his first match. During the last 2.5 seconds the kid tied him and then was first to score in overtime. I felt so bad for him. I'm glad the season is over. I lose my voice the next day after a match. My heart can't take it.
I'm trying to get my last few credits in order to move up in the pay scale. I have lots of homework for all of these seminars. So far I've taken several Covey - 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. I don't feel very effective in the last few weeks.
I have two students who can't write a multi-page paper for their Nova Net class; I have a student who FAILED the GED in a big bad way - which I can't personalize, but it is disheartening either way. Oh, and I have a girl resident who is accustomed to being the teacher's pet and when she doesn't get her way, she has a little Dr. Jeckyll and Hyde moment that makes me angry. I don't like asking a student to put stuff away 3 times and then that student turns on me? WTH? It makes me angry.
So, to sum up my last few weeks:
My son won the first two matches of the season and then proceeded to lose every last match the rest of the season and didn't even qualify for the tournament on Saturday.
Second, I have students who can't write a decent paper and have become the dirge of my existence, and finally, I have turn-coat students that I really don't like.
Oh, and I am supposed to be pre-active and help my students achieve. In order to complete this "training" I have to buckle down. ALL OF THESE classes are supposed to make me a better teacher and allow me to make more money but it's about doing something that isn't worth the headaches I have to endure. OK, enough pity party. It's Friday, and Stamp Club is tomorrow and maybe I just need to hone my creative side and that will lighten my mood.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Found Grammar Girl
So, I'm at work and I find Grammar Girl - tips for better writing. I know this is the universe telling me to blog at work and make it work related. It works on both levels. Who doesn't like a little down and dirty grammar action.
I was reading the tips and I think they'll be good for ME and my kids. I need to get more comfortable in my skin regarding grammar and punctuation. Teaching grammar is painful, but trying to teach the rules...next to impossible. Why learn something that I don't use on a regular basis ? My students don't care because everything is cuz, wat up...it's painful. I get it. What teenager doesn't think that way. I am trying to accept the fact that few if any of my students will ever graduate college, but hopefully, they'll appear literate when they apply for a job.
I was reading the tips and I think they'll be good for ME and my kids. I need to get more comfortable in my skin regarding grammar and punctuation. Teaching grammar is painful, but trying to teach the rules...next to impossible. Why learn something that I don't use on a regular basis ? My students don't care because everything is cuz, wat up...it's painful. I get it. What teenager doesn't think that way. I am trying to accept the fact that few if any of my students will ever graduate college, but hopefully, they'll appear literate when they apply for a job.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wrestling, Hunting and Glee
Speaking of jocks, my son is officially part of the sporty sport world. He decided he liked the wrestling team. His initial response to me was, "Yeah, I like it a little." When his best friend Kyle tore by and yelled to me, "I REALLY like it." Bryan Immediately responded with, "Yeah, me Too!" and then tore off after Kyle. My kid is that easily persuaded. It'll be good for him.
Oh, on a side note. I've killed two filthy mice with my superior rat trap setting skills. I can't clean the traps. I guess that's definitely my fork in the road with someone like Sarah Palin. I'm all about setting a trap; then out-thinking the filthy little rodent. I don't want to chase it down and shoot it. I feel the violence welling up in me, but waiting has it sweetness too. And I don't do carcasses...yuck. That's just gross.
I should add that I found my son's Nerf pistol on the computer desk. I totally get the enjoying guns (fake guns anyway). I jumped up, cocked the weapon, checked to make sure the bullet was in the chamber, and shot my son in the butt with a Nerf bullet. He yelled at me and told me that wasn't funny. I do love the Nerf weapon. It's very cathartic. :O!
Last night, I saw a promo for Glee. My heart began to thump in my chest. Oh, the agony of waiting. It's almost too much to bear...almost.
Oh, on a side note. I've killed two filthy mice with my superior rat trap setting skills. I can't clean the traps. I guess that's definitely my fork in the road with someone like Sarah Palin. I'm all about setting a trap; then out-thinking the filthy little rodent. I don't want to chase it down and shoot it. I feel the violence welling up in me, but waiting has it sweetness too. And I don't do carcasses...yuck. That's just gross.
I should add that I found my son's Nerf pistol on the computer desk. I totally get the enjoying guns (fake guns anyway). I jumped up, cocked the weapon, checked to make sure the bullet was in the chamber, and shot my son in the butt with a Nerf bullet. He yelled at me and told me that wasn't funny. I do love the Nerf weapon. It's very cathartic. :O!
Last night, I saw a promo for Glee. My heart began to thump in my chest. Oh, the agony of waiting. It's almost too much to bear...almost.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Good Sunday
I'll be honest. I didn't do much today. I made a few cards. One for David's friend, Ray. And I started one for Ms. Coil. Her birthday is coming soon and I have an idea but I'm still playing with it...anyway, can't say too much since she pops over here occasionally. Other than that, I still have V-Day cards on the brain. I think it's all the RED that I love. I should've been a Harlot in the Paris in the days of Marquis and Madames and all the fooling around in back bedrooms...then I'd have a reason to give away all of these Valentine's Day cards. Instead, I get all jazzed up about making them and then pfft, nothing, Nada. There they'll sit until I get all jazzed up next year. I did borrow some stamps from work. Oh, it's like Christmas in February.
I get to play and play and play...now, I need new inks (I'm seriously lacking there) and I need to buy some Big Shot toys. I need embossers and stuff...more paper stuff. yeah, that's what I need :).
I get to play and play and play...now, I need new inks (I'm seriously lacking there) and I need to buy some Big Shot toys. I need embossers and stuff...more paper stuff. yeah, that's what I need :).
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Bad Mommy Day
UGH! I was a bad mommy today. I ROYALLY screwed up today. My son was left @ school w/out a ride. I SWEAR I thought Michael said he was going to pick him up, so today after MY dad forgot to come get me to take me to the dentist for my ROOT canal. I told him NOT to worry about pickup Bryan because Michael was getting him. He says that he told me he was busy. I DID NOT get that message.
David came home and yelled at me...which I would've done the same thing, but I can't stop crying now, and I feel so BAD. I'm like those parents that dropped the kid off at the aunt's house while she was asleep and the kid wanders off. I'm going to have child protective services called on me. What an idiot am I?
I'm over here sleeping away. I didn't even hear the phone ring. The only excuse I can give is that I had a Valium before the appointment and shots in my mouth and my mouth was sore and numb and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Of course they called me while I was out to the world. Michael tried calling David and the dumb SOB gets frantic phone messages from Michael. BUT my dumb SOB husband didn't have his personal cell phone on him...which I've asked him to do so he gets all panicked and freaked and comes running in and yells at me.
My sweet little boy was great. Tells me it was a little mistake. And of course one of the "stay at home" moms was stuck at school with him waiting for my poor parents to race across town to get him. Ugh, I'm a bad mom today!
David came home and yelled at me...which I would've done the same thing, but I can't stop crying now, and I feel so BAD. I'm like those parents that dropped the kid off at the aunt's house while she was asleep and the kid wanders off. I'm going to have child protective services called on me. What an idiot am I?
I'm over here sleeping away. I didn't even hear the phone ring. The only excuse I can give is that I had a Valium before the appointment and shots in my mouth and my mouth was sore and numb and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Of course they called me while I was out to the world. Michael tried calling David and the dumb SOB gets frantic phone messages from Michael. BUT my dumb SOB husband didn't have his personal cell phone on him...which I've asked him to do so he gets all panicked and freaked and comes running in and yells at me.
My sweet little boy was great. Tells me it was a little mistake. And of course one of the "stay at home" moms was stuck at school with him waiting for my poor parents to race across town to get him. Ugh, I'm a bad mom today!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
So maybe I blog once a week
I was thinking about my blog over the weekend and it dawned on me that I haven't written on it for a whole week. This weekend was a little nutty with dental appointments and birthday planning etc.
My little boy has bad teeth. It's not really his fault. He has his mother's teeth. His father never got cavities, but his mother spent many days at the dentist and hence my fear of the dentist has never gone away. So, we have to do better regarding the sugar intake. We're cutting out the Capri Sun drinks and all other sugar.
He went with his friend Kyle to the Art Sports gym to go tumbling. He sat out early said he wasn't feeling well. They took the kids for ice cream afterwards and he didn't want any because he said - he didn't want any cavities. That just breaks my heart. He's scared and his upcoming appointment is all he thinks about. I wish I could take that fear away. I wish he wasn't like me in that way...teeth and fear. I want a strong kid who isn't afraid of the dentist. How do you do that when you're afraid of the dentist? Ugh!
My little boy has bad teeth. It's not really his fault. He has his mother's teeth. His father never got cavities, but his mother spent many days at the dentist and hence my fear of the dentist has never gone away. So, we have to do better regarding the sugar intake. We're cutting out the Capri Sun drinks and all other sugar.
He went with his friend Kyle to the Art Sports gym to go tumbling. He sat out early said he wasn't feeling well. They took the kids for ice cream afterwards and he didn't want any because he said - he didn't want any cavities. That just breaks my heart. He's scared and his upcoming appointment is all he thinks about. I wish I could take that fear away. I wish he wasn't like me in that way...teeth and fear. I want a strong kid who isn't afraid of the dentist. How do you do that when you're afraid of the dentist? Ugh!
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