It’s Related To Teaching

My children have these “agendas” that the school gives the students. It’s to record their homework & important things & such. It also has pages of information in the back: The periodical tables, math definitions, anti-bullying tips, things like that. These things are like Trapper Keepers minus the 80s awkwardness!

trapper keeper
[I had this one!]

My son’s journal had a note for Tuesday: “No writing journal”. Okay, I’ll assume he didn’t do his writing journal. So.. is he supposed to do it Wednesday night? Is that just to let me know he didn’t have it? Does he get to make that up? I don’t know, it only said “no writing journal”. Yesterday’s note said something about how he didn’t do it (again), although she had written a note about it the day before. OH, so that was to let him know to do it? I asked him that first day and his response was, “I don’t know if I’m allowed to do it or not”. Apparently he was supposed to make that up. Wow, aren’t I the worst mom ever, for not making him? *kicks rocks* Really though, I wasn’t sure if he was or not! O_o Well, now I know. Next time we’ll err on the side of caution.

I appreciate the fact that teachers are quite busy. Really, they are. I was a child care teacher for 14 years, and my classrooms were wayyyy smaller than headstart & school classrooms. Still – I’m one of those moms who needs a bit more input. A vague note doesn’t cut it for me. I like detail! I gave my son the “you need to keep up with this stuff and ask if you’re not sure!” lecture. That was probably followed by “I have no idea how to do that 4th grade math, ask your sister for help.” [Seriously, what is up with this astrophysics they’re calling math these days? I didn’t do this stuff until high school, & maybe even college].

Teaching is one of the things I’m considering when I (finally) finish my ECE degree. I love working with kids, and obviously it’s a career for me. I did spend the last 14 years working in child care (and I actually implemented lesson plans & curriculum, so none of that “just a babysitter” stuff!). I think I might have issues with all that rigid “planning for testing” stuff, though. I would want my classrooms to be fun. Learning should be fun. Kids learn best through play. I don’t give a boop [my son’s word of the morning] who you are or what you’re arguing: Kids learn best through play. You turn daily experiences and play into teachable moments, and kids thrive on that. That’s the kind of classroom I would have. I’m pretty much a big kid myself – I’m more than happy to teach kids about science by making Goobleck out of corn starch and water, and making a huge mess in the process. Did that at the center where I worked once: Man, was that ever a mess to clean up! Great fun, though. The kids loved it.

I respect teachers and all their hard work. They don’t get paid enough. Get off your butts, government parties, and pay teachers more. Seriously, all the “children are the future” crap that politicians spout? Put your money where your mouth is, chumps. Pay the teachers more and give them more than testing to work toward.

Trap the Kitty

I just walked into the living room to find my daughter tying a laundry basket to my elliptical with a scarf. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Making a trap for the cat, for my game,” she answers. Oh, of course. How silly of me.

IMG_3719[1] He doesn’t seem concerned, our kitty.

So, that Director (of a child care center) job I had & loved so? It is nonexistent, as of mid-November. We can blame the owner & her moment of “wtf”-ism for that. She (allegedly) went off & left the kids alone while they were napping, so she could go down the block & get lunch. *headdesk* I found out two days later, when I came in to work & State showed up & spoke with me about it. Owner denied that she left them alone, she said there was someone else there. Since she kept saying it, I didn’t see any issues with showing the State ladies the video footage when they came in & asked to see it. Apparently, she really did leave them alone – that’s what the footage showed, at any rate.

lemongrab

State shut us down for it. I was beyond furious (about her behavior), to say the least. sigh. She lost her business and put us out of jobs, so I hope she really freaking enjoyed that chicken. -_-

I had this plan to write more, but the kids are growing ravenous. They may resort to gnawing on one another’s arms if I don’t feed them soon.

Up next in the wonderful world that is my brain;

Cartoons promised me self-cleaning houses & fold-up cars by the year 2000. What happened?

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I will write a real entry soon!

Sooo…

It’s been a while. Ahem. Told you I was horrid at keeping up with these things!

Started a new job two months ago, I’ve been busy with all that.
The kids keep on growing, busy with that, too!
Every time I think I want to write, something sidetracks me or I’m too tired & I’m all “meh”. I’ll try to do better from here on out!

That’s if my kids don’t drive me into hibernation with their fighting first. Rawr.
Today my daughter shouted that she was going to go out her bedroom window and run away. (This was after I told her no, she couldn’t go outside in the rain). So being the jerk I can be, I went out on the front porch (her window exits onto the porch) & waited. A minute later she pulls up the shade and.. I jumped out at the window and yelled “RAWWWWRRR!” She screamed and dropped the shade.

haha yes. I’m a jerk. But hey, she’ll think twice before threatening to go out the window now!
(& yes, maybe a little payback for the attitude she’s been giving me all day. ahem. ahh, tweens. *headdesk*)

I love my kids, more than everything. Doesn’t mean I don’t have those ‘I’m hiding in my room and never coming out!’ moments myself. :-p

Now I’m off to do laundry, as I’m back to work tomorrow. We were closed today for the holiday.
I’ll try to keep up with this thing better!

xo.

Do It Yourself. (No, Make Me.)

I want to punch winter in the face.

Being off work leaves me with lots of free time. That leaves me bored. Rawr, boredom. It’s too cold to go take pics or whatever (punching winter in the face, here). So I’ve been doing some redecorating & DIY type stuff. I painted my living room last week. It was supposed to be grey, but it came out a shade lighter than was intended, so it looks a little like a purple-grey, sometimes. I like it, still, so I’ll stick with that colour. The lighting sucks in this pic, so you can’t really see the proper colouring. siiiigh. Image

I’ve been doing some more killing-time DIY stuff, too. Painted some frames black to go on the grey wall. Did.. uh, some other stuff. I forget, already.

Tried to fix some drawers on a hideous antique chest-of-drawers (which I’m going to paint). Being the genius I can be when my attention span wanders, I grabbed a tube of super glue to toss it out of my wayImage, and didn’t realise it was leaking. So it stuck to my finger before I could get it off. Took me 15 minutes to get the wretched thing off (& with only minimal skin loss).

I started re-doing the front of this two door night stand thing today. I’m new to the DIY fix.it.yourself crap, so I was trying to put this red cardstock stuff on the front, with that mod podge (mod hodge? hedgehog?) stuff. It.. failed. Haha. I really like the colour of the cardstock, and it’s stuck on there, but it bubbled. Glue + cardstock = bubbling. I might pull it all off & re-do it with red contact paper. Or maybe I’ll say “RAAAAWWWR!”, run in circles, kick it twice, and leave it until my borderline obsessive twitchiness kicks in. Then re-do it. See? All bubbly! Rawwwr. Two hours and that’s what I ended up with. Then I tried to do the top. Same result. haha.

ImageI liked the blue that’s on the top (though I had to yank all that hideous gold trim off) but I want it red. My plan is/was to paint black the places where I yanked off the trim. Maybe I’ll just paint the doors instead of papering them or whatever. Maybe I’ll just kick it back out into the garage.

I want to paint my kitchen orange. & blue & red. Yes, all three colours. haha Might look like a bigtop, so I’m still working out how I want it. Maybe I’ll paint the cabinets, and I want to build a coffee table, if I can find the stuff I want to use..

I really need to stop watching DIY network & HDTV.

On the work side: I was offered a position at two different places! yay! But I had to turn them down because my lovely future sis.in.law moved back to her & my brother’s hometown two weekends ago, and I had planned on conning her into watching my wild ones (for pay, of course). Boo. haha. Still waiting to hear from Toyota, now that I’ve taken every test & physical known to man.

My son’s starving again – it’s been almost two hours since he ate last, oh no! – so I shall go toss food in his direction (a.k.a fix dinner). That’s if my daughter doesn’t sneak up on me again & give me another mini heart-attack. I think I’ll ground them both for a million years.

[[Hubby: “I know you’re bored, but we’re on a budget.
You can’t re-do the whole house until you get another job.”
Me: ‘Can I rip out the bathtub?’
Hubby: *headdesk*]]

I’m not sure how to post youtube vids in here. But this one? Perfect for the parents out there. ^_^

Robot Wanted

I’m exhausted. The end!
No, I’m kidding. Well, not about the exhausted part. That would be a boring thing to kid about. My sense of humour is wayyy better than that (or so I like to tell myself).

I went to do an assessment/training for a new job today. I think I did fairly well, I’ll find out in a few days. It’s a factory job. I’ve been in childcare for 13 years, at one childcare center, but I resigned that position last month (long, ranty post about that coming, no doubt). I’ve never worked a factory job. Heck, I’ve never even been on the production floor of a factory. Today I went for the assessment, for a Toyota plant.

I did not get to build a robot. *sulk*

  no robots

I did, however, do a lot of repetitive tasks, bunches of lifting, and some kickbutt drilling. Would have been better if I was getting paid for the four hours I was there, but alas, they waved their cutlasses about and I was without my Jack Sparrow hat, so I agreed to a non-paid assessment/testing.

 Image Johnny Depp. Dreamy sigh.
What? Where was I? Oh, right.

After the hour’s drive home, I prompty and enthusiastically…  sat my butt down on the couch and fell asleep for about 30 minutes. My hubby & our roommate (my brother’s lovely girlfriend is staying with us) came home half an hour after I dozed off, and I whined about hunger, as I hadn’t eaten since 6:30 a.m. Legit whining, it was 1 pm! Hubby offered to fix me food. I growled out something incoherent, and it was decided that wifey (me!) and roomie should go out for Chinese food. Yum.

I’ve spent the last hour learning a dance (“Break The Chains”) for the 1 Billion Rising movement, which will be taking place on Lovey-Gooey Day. That’s Valentine’s Day in street terms. Image

onebillionrising.org

So. Worked my booty off today, then came home & danced for an hour. Yay exercise. *collapse*

I should be making jewelry that I’ve sold & need to ship out tomorrow. If I had gotten to build that robot at the factory, it could be doing it for me!  D:<

It’s time to make the young’uns do homework. I could use a whole army of robots for that.

I’ll leave you with this:
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[Amy Pond, you groovy, snarky companion. (<3 Doctor Who)].

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