A bright spot amongst darkness

I’m a news junkie. I want to read my news articles every day.  And yet, the world runs in cycles.  At times, I cannot read them because they cause too much sadness.

At this point, our world seems tobe in a true uprise.  Political unrest has taken hold of country after country.  Then Mother Nature takes a crack at New Zealand.  Cases of missing kids come back as confirmed homicides.  Gas prices rise while support of education falls.

But last night…but last night there was article about a set of people who took it upon themselves to save a man trapped in a burning car.  A group of men stopped on the side of the highway and physically moved the front of the car away from the barricade. Because of their efforts, the police officer was able to pull the man out, despite the roaring flames.  The police officer was burned, but his bravery saved the man.  And instead of driving past, those people decided to give something positive to the world.

Finally a message that can stay with ya.

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Lifetime movies, really?

I’ve sunken to a new low. Last night, I excitedly hopped into my ‘jamas and watched Amanda Knox story in bed.  Okay, I was grading papers too, but still.

Do you ever take a step back and wonder what t.v is doing to your brain?  I believe that perhaps Lifetime has taken a revolutionary step and have begun feeding subliminal messages through their movies.  It’s the only explanation that I can come up with.  There’s no way that that movie was able to leave me so enticed.

And then there’s One Born Every Minute which has truly frightened me to death.  You want to see a horror show?  Throw that thing on. Better yet, have a teenager?  Sit them down and Clockwork Orange their eyes so that they must see what happens when someone gets pregnant. 

Oh Lifetime, what is your power?

Now granted, a few years back when I got dumped before Thanksgiving and subsequently watched hour upon hour of Fa-La-La-Lifetime, I believe that the power of the movie rested in the fact that the acting was bad enough to make me feel better about my life-in-shambles.  But now?? No excuse.  I’m happy as a clam, and yet, I was physically unable to turn off the tv.

So tell me Lifetime, what are you doing to my brain?  (P.S- When is Craigslist Killer coming on next?)

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Lil’ Teacher Thinking

I’ve read this a few times in a few different ways, but regardless it always makes me feel better. I’m proud to be a teacher. I wear my occupation the same way someone would wear a merit badge.  Regardless, some days make me want to jam a pencil in my ear.

Are you sick of high paid teachers? Teachers’ hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It’s time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do – baby sit! We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That’s right. Let’s give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM

with 45 min. off for lunch and plan — that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children.

Now how many do they teach in day…maybe 30? So that’s $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day. However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

LET’S SEE…. That’s $585 X 180= $105,300 peryear. (Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).

What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master’s degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children

X 180 days = $280,800 per year.

Wait a minute — there’s something wrong here! There sure is!

The average teacher’s salary (nation wide) is $50,000. $50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student–a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!)

WHAT A DEAL!!!!

Click here to watch my FAVORITE pro-teacher video. It is amazing!!

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No theme here

I figured since I only have 3 people reading this, I’ll just word-vomit all the stuff that’s in my mind. That’s the most enjoyable way to write anyway!

I ran tonight and nothing was chasing me.  We have a bayou by our house that we tend to walk. Since “we” is now “I”, I decided to jog some of it. In truth, I did pretty darn well! I’m not built for running (My orthopedic surgeon would probably nod his head), but it certainly does help me look better.  My big motivation for running is the same mantra running through my head, “You will not end up like your dad, you will not end up like your dad.” It’s amazing that even all these years after he died, he can still make a positive change in my life.  My goal is to be there for my kiddos. I will do all that I can to stay healthy so that no one has to deal with the aftermath like I have.

On another odd Dad association… Mirmar Gaddafi…well Muammar first, then Mirmar.  Years upon years ago, I was a lil’ kiddo and acting crazy in my highchair.  Dad was reading a newspaper about something insane that Muammar was doing.  He said that I must be Muammar’s niece, Mirmar.  And, like most of Dad’s nicknames, it stuck.   So naturally, all the news about Muammar has me thinking of my nickname.

And thinking back to the fact that I’ve been Mirmar for more than 23 years, why is anyone surprised at the attrocities that Gaddafi is inciting?  Such a shame.

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What’s in a name?

Whilst watching some t.v, The Boy chuckled.  So I glance at him.  He says, “nevermind.”  Okay, when someone says ‘nevermind’, it becames a new mission of mine to find out what he/she was going to say. I must know. I must!

So, I badger him for a few minutes (momentary break to think of the Youtube video of Badgers. Badgers, badgers,badgers,badgers, MUSHROOM,MUSHROOM.  Eh…if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should check it out.) and finally he concedes.

“It’s just…. Rockets…Houston.  NASA.  Rockets. I just realized that that’s why they’re named the Rockets.”

I start to chuckle and then stop. I had never connected that before either.  “We’re idiots.”

Click here for the awesomeness that is The Badger Song

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Oh will this day end?

I’m an idiot. No, I really am.  Okay, maybe idiocy is not my issue. I am a chronic volunteerer. It’s a big problem that I’ve always had.  In school, I was in every club that didn’t involve athletic ability or musical talent.  In college, I joined clubs and did events..of course, always for the promise that it would help to get me a job.  And now that I’m a big girl? Well, I’m still volunteering.

Currently I’m sitting in a high school cafeteria listening to hundreds of students screaming, yelling, chanting, and giggling. Golly, it was fun for the first hour. Now that our day is steadily moving forward, my ears hurt and I’m wondering what it would take to play ‘the quiet game’ with a few hundred kiddos. 

Why am I hear? Because I’m a damn volunteerer who said, “Sure, I’ll sponsor another group!”  I have to admit that it’s been really neat to see my girls’ progressing from the first practice until today.  After today our group will disbanded, so for now, I’ll put my earplugs in and try to enjoy!

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Redneck Excitability

I love him. I really do. But recently we’ve been showing up at a lot of country events.  As mentioned before, I experienced my first Monster Truck show.  Amongst the mullets and cheering, I changed my original thoughts on Monster Trucks.

Flash forward a few weeks and you would find us sitting at Supercross.  Again, I went in with my reservations and left, well… okay Supercross was a bust. It’s not that I disliked it.  It was that I couldn’t figure out what in Hades was going on.   Once the pack leader lapped the slowest guy, I lost track of everyone. And it seemed that no matter where I looked, I never got to see the actual crash…just the aftermath. Just not fair.

So our trifecta will be complete on Saturday. We are going to Nuclear Cowboyz.  Of course, this was an even that The Boy set up about us. In fact, he’s so excited he may have peed a little.  And while I go in not sure what to expect, I imagine I’ll leave being a post-apocalyptic-motorcycle-dancing-choreographing thingy. 

On a totally unrelated note, The Boy and I were going for a walk at the park and both stopped in our tracks as a half naked barefoot man ran up a hill carrying a four foot log.  I just wanted you to have the same visual that we were able to experience.

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We’re a Laugh Track Away from a Sit-Com

Truly.  There are many times throughout the week that I look around for the camera. And it’s not just the students.  My colleagues…and the situations we get into feel like we’re living a scripted life.

How about a ‘for example’?

A few days ago, I was working with a student in the library and I happened to lean on the rolly-keyboard-tray-thing (technical term, I’m certain). Well… that ended with the board crashing down and the track popping out. Err..crap!   I was with some fun students who just LOVED the fact that Miss had broken the computer desk.  Ugh, 7th graders :)

In any case, I went to my loving I.T guy, who responded with a, “I don’t do furniture.”  Hm… so I went to an admin who is in charge of building problems.  I told him I had done something bad. After confirming that I hadn’t done anything illegal, he assured me that a broken computer desk wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me to tell the I.T guy.  So, I relayed the message. Working with two of the wittiest guys in the school, there was an amusing dialogue about what fell into the realm of which job title.  Our I.T guy was willing to move his computers off the desk if that helped :) He said that the main reason was that he didn’t have any tools in order to fix anything.  I have to admit that I assumed that they came standard issue. Ultimately we all stood around as our spectacular maintence guy came and saved the day.  Though we all mentioned using duct tape a few times.  How many educators does it take to fix a computer desk?

Then there are the little things that I find while teaching.  A student could not stop giggling because he’ll looks like hell.  Of course, he couldn’t say ‘hell’ outloud so he did the h-e-double-hockey-sticks thing. I couldn’t even come up with a response. Middle schoolers are amazing. This kid is over six feet tall, but he couldn’t contain his amusement at he’ll.  Again, I say it all with a smile. The day that I stop finding the humor in this is the day I need to quit.

On that same day, I was working with a student about verb tenses. He could not figure out why “lifes” would be wrong.  I guided him through it, then started to get stumped. How to explain without giving the answer? 

“Okay, what’s the past tense of ‘life’?”

“Death?”

Afterward, I was on the bus ramp waiting for the kids to load when one comes by SCREAMING incoherently. We all start to figure out what’s wrong with her. “Oh, I was just talkin’ to my friend.” We just look at one another. What’s there to say at 5:30?  We know we’ll be back there tomorrow working on everything from reading to social skills. 

There are days when I want to look around for the camera.  Ultimately I find I have to laugh in order to keep from being frustrated or saddened. I swear we weren’t like this when I was a kid. I swears it!

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Supercross mush mouth

“howe eojweo nfoe ruwe ?” 

“I..uh..”

“He said that he was making fun of me for taking pictures of my food. He asked if you do the same.”

“Oh..I..”

This was the extent of the conversation with the two guys in front of us at AMA Supercross this past weekend.  I’m impressed that I met a real life Boomhower.  He looked at me. He spoke.  He needed a translator. 

In fact, I discovered that Supercross was one big communication error after another.  The guy in front of us needed subtitles and The Boy lost all ability to communicate as well.  By the fifth race, and the fifth time The Boy responded with, “there” when I asked him which rider was in first, I was rather annoyed.

Somehow he didn’t see a problem in pointing to a race track to show me the current leader.  I would ask where, he would point again. AGHH!  Could I get up on an adjective or two? Bike color? Helmet color? Maybe a number?

In the end I just pretended to know who won and I cheered with a three second delay.  Perhaps the fumes were causing me the problems, and the boys were just fine. Though, somehow I doubt it.

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I Put Two Pitbulls in Your Backyard

That was my favorite quote from last night, “So, uh…we put two pitbulls in your backyard.”

:raise eyebrows: Oh?

The Boy and I have been having some issues over the last few months with our neglegent neighbor’s dogs eating our fence.  Pleace note the verb. They are not chewing. They are not clawing. They are, in fact, eating our fence plank by plank.

Last night, they ate a Cujo-sized hole in our fence, then busted through our front gate, where they found freedom on our street.  Our neighbors figured they were our dogs and coaxed them back onto our property.  The neighbor started off by being vaguely angry with us, then slightly concerned when it was confirmed that he had put two very hungry dogs in our backyard… a backyard that was not theirs. 

As I said, this has been happening for months. We’ve called the police, animal control, Mom, neighbors, and our HOA.  Nothing.  Well except for Mom. Moms always know what to do. I’m not sure what The Boy’s mom said to do. My mother mentioned that if their dogs kills my dog, she’s coming down and will wind up in prison. 

(On a side note, when I called Ma this afternoon I stopped rehashing about the dog-escapade  and began telling her a story about school. In the middle of the story, she told me that if I’m going to hit them with a shovel, I need to make sure I get them in the belly and don’t let them grab the shovel in their mouths because I would be done for.  There was a brief silence while I decided that she probably wasn’t talking about obnoxious 12 year olds anymore and may possibly still be thinking about a dog attack.)

Ultimately, the dog owner happened to come by to feed the animals after The Boy screwed a cement board over the giant hole in the fence. (Did I mention the detail that the family has moved out and is living in an apartment? Apparently they can’t have dogs, so they just keep their animals confined in their old backyard. It’s terribly sad overall)  The dog owner is suppose to fix our fence, though we aren’t holding our breath.  Ultimately we’re really hoping that these dogs can have a better life than what they’re getting now.

My second favorite quote of the night was from one of the police officers who said, “Oh, I’m not having any piece of those dogs. Go back there and bring your boyfriend out. I don’t want to deal with those dogs.”   As I walked away from the man in the bulletproof vest, carrying a gun, mace, and club, I giggled to myself. Anything to protect our boys in blue :)

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