The Christmas slaughter has finished...slaughtering of the gifts that we so carefully wrapped, that is. No pics, we did a video with our new cam, but I don't know how the heck to work it. Anyways, here's a few pics from lately.
Well crap that. Apparantly my external drive has been packed and ready to go to Myrtle Beach. That's where we're headed tomorrow. 16 of dh's family all under one roof. Oh what fun! My escape will be shopping. God help me on the plane ride.
Post later.
Happy Christmas everyone!
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Monday, December 25, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Making words with children
So...I work with children. And of course they say the most remarkable things sometimes.
Assisting in a class that is having a word making "competition" with the word CHRISTMAS. What 2 letter words can you make with the letters from Christmas. Three letter? sam, tam, cam, ram, mit, sit...you get the gist. So 4 letter words come up. The words are flying here...they're really getting it! So little Josh, (did I say this was grade one?) says to me quietly while this is all going on....
**Mrs.Harris I think we could do the word SHIT, but I know it's not a nice word so we can't do that one.
**What word? (doing a big head shake, did I hear that correctly?)
**SHIT...you know the word SHIT? It's not a nice word. But those are the letters from the word christmas. (imagine this with a little lisp)
**Oh yes, Josh, I understand. you're right, it probably wouldn't be very appropriate to use that word for here.
**Yes, Mrs.harris, SHIT is not a very nice word to use in school is it.
**That's right Josh, smart thinking not to use that word....what was it again? (*snicker to myself*)
**Shit.
Good Josh....what other words can you make?
Sometimes it's really hard to keep a straight face
Assisting in a class that is having a word making "competition" with the word CHRISTMAS. What 2 letter words can you make with the letters from Christmas. Three letter? sam, tam, cam, ram, mit, sit...you get the gist. So 4 letter words come up. The words are flying here...they're really getting it! So little Josh, (did I say this was grade one?) says to me quietly while this is all going on....
**Mrs.Harris I think we could do the word SHIT, but I know it's not a nice word so we can't do that one.
**What word? (doing a big head shake, did I hear that correctly?)
**SHIT...you know the word SHIT? It's not a nice word. But those are the letters from the word christmas. (imagine this with a little lisp)
**Oh yes, Josh, I understand. you're right, it probably wouldn't be very appropriate to use that word for here.
**Yes, Mrs.harris, SHIT is not a very nice word to use in school is it.
**That's right Josh, smart thinking not to use that word....what was it again? (*snicker to myself*)
**Shit.
Good Josh....what other words can you make?
Sometimes it's really hard to keep a straight face
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Christmas Concert
Went extrememly well...kids were magical, parents were thrilled , and it was thrilling to put on. I had many compliments, including "I think that may have been the best one I've seen in the last 10 years!" Wow! My review....I think the kids were off tune many times, sang wayyyy to fast at times, and were chatty in between scenes/songs.
Whatever...like a friend said back in September when I was obsessing over what to do... the parents just want to see their kid look cute on stage.
Cute they did. I'll see if I can post a photo or two soon. I'll get them off the local newspaper article when it comes out.
Thrilling though, to me. I was cool as a cucumber, except when I had to play the piano...but conducting and leading was awesome. My back to the audience, I didn't need to see them, and could make faces at the kids without parents knowing. hehhe.
Whatever...like a friend said back in September when I was obsessing over what to do... the parents just want to see their kid look cute on stage.
Cute they did. I'll see if I can post a photo or two soon. I'll get them off the local newspaper article when it comes out.
Thrilling though, to me. I was cool as a cucumber, except when I had to play the piano...but conducting and leading was awesome. My back to the audience, I didn't need to see them, and could make faces at the kids without parents knowing. hehhe.
Psyching myself up for Christmas
I love Christmas and all, but I've really gone downhill the last few years. I mean, I grew up and things were simple. One or two gifts were what I got for Christmas, and my stocking was filled with nuts and chocolate...no "stuffers". Now it seems like just when I think I'm done, someone else pops up that I somehow "forgot". It's insane. My newest one...do I pick something up for my cleaning ladies? They clean my toilets for fuck's sakes. Gotta get them something to make up for it.
I wish things were simpler. I mean, I don't NEED anything...and to tell you the truth, if I want something or see something I like, I pretty much go and buy it myself, because I'm not a big spender on myself. So if someone asks me what I want, when I say nothing, I really mean it. Get me a magazine, and a cup of tea...take themonsterschildren out for a few hours and let me have peace and quiet for awhile.
Stocking stuffers. What the hell/who the hell thought of this? I mean...do I really have to wrap up the toothpaste I just bought you? I'm wandering the aisles at the local store guessing at any stupid item to throw into hubby's stocking. I'm so untrained at this tradition, it kills me. I think it's a bloody waste of money, time and effort. Why do I have to specifically buy after shave for his stocking? Does he really need me to WRAP a pair of socks?
Yeah yeah....I know what you're thinking. But to tell you the truth...I'd be happy with ROCKS in my stocking. At least I could use them in for drainage in my planters in the spring.
bah.
I wish things were simpler. I mean, I don't NEED anything...and to tell you the truth, if I want something or see something I like, I pretty much go and buy it myself, because I'm not a big spender on myself. So if someone asks me what I want, when I say nothing, I really mean it. Get me a magazine, and a cup of tea...take the
Stocking stuffers. What the hell/who the hell thought of this? I mean...do I really have to wrap up the toothpaste I just bought you? I'm wandering the aisles at the local store guessing at any stupid item to throw into hubby's stocking. I'm so untrained at this tradition, it kills me. I think it's a bloody waste of money, time and effort. Why do I have to specifically buy after shave for his stocking? Does he really need me to WRAP a pair of socks?
Yeah yeah....I know what you're thinking. But to tell you the truth...I'd be happy with ROCKS in my stocking. At least I could use them in for drainage in my planters in the spring.
bah.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
why be merry?
you know, if it's so difficult to even send a goddamn birthday card, then don't even bother with that.
My sister sucks at being cheery. It's a big stress for her to buy or send a birthday greeting, let alone a christmas one. for as long as I can remember, my christmas mornings have been dampened by her grim depressive spirits. i don't know what the fuck her problem is, but today she calls me and is totally stressed over what to get my kids for christmas. For god sakes, they're only little guys...buy them a car or a truck and your done. Is it so much to even ask to send a birthday card?
I wonder sometimes if I moved away partly to get away from my family. I speak to my SIL on the phone to toss some ideas around about gifts for the nieces and nephews, and then it launches into a few jabs about my sister. like, it's okay for ME to complain and bitch about my sister, but when someone else does it, I feel inside very defensive about it. Don't know why. It's like I hate her for being unhappy (or what seems like it) all the time, and yet when someone else remarks about it I get all "hurt" about it.
So on to the moving away thing..... I sometimes reflect and think I moved away really to get awy from my family. I miss getting together with them once in awhile, but I don't miss the politics and the unspoken turbulence. I sometimes feel like I was adopted...I feel so different than my sister and brother...and being that way, I like to be AWAY from them so I don't feel guilty about being different.
My sister sucks at being cheery. It's a big stress for her to buy or send a birthday greeting, let alone a christmas one. for as long as I can remember, my christmas mornings have been dampened by her grim depressive spirits. i don't know what the fuck her problem is, but today she calls me and is totally stressed over what to get my kids for christmas. For god sakes, they're only little guys...buy them a car or a truck and your done. Is it so much to even ask to send a birthday card?
I wonder sometimes if I moved away partly to get away from my family. I speak to my SIL on the phone to toss some ideas around about gifts for the nieces and nephews, and then it launches into a few jabs about my sister. like, it's okay for ME to complain and bitch about my sister, but when someone else does it, I feel inside very defensive about it. Don't know why. It's like I hate her for being unhappy (or what seems like it) all the time, and yet when someone else remarks about it I get all "hurt" about it.
So on to the moving away thing..... I sometimes reflect and think I moved away really to get awy from my family. I miss getting together with them once in awhile, but I don't miss the politics and the unspoken turbulence. I sometimes feel like I was adopted...I feel so different than my sister and brother...and being that way, I like to be AWAY from them so I don't feel guilty about being different.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
My boys
Okay three posts in one day. I've got alot on my mind.
School is going really well.
Home is just awful right now.devil child E has certainly disproved this theory. I'm really faced with controlling my own anger and frustration on daily basis right now. Thank god DH and I "tag" team, so I can or he can have a break. I know they all go through phases, and this clearly is just one of the many I'm to face.
Daycare is going very well, and there are no issues there.
Little guy is doing fine..I bet he's observing every moment and learing about how to push my buttons in a few months...just... at...the ...right...time.
they are so fricken smart.
School is going really well.
Home is just awful right now.
Daycare is going very well, and there are no issues there.
Little guy is doing fine..I bet he's observing every moment and learing about how to push my buttons in a few months...just... at...the ...right...time.
they are so fricken smart.
Snow Forts
The team building that I saw happening outside today at lunch was amazing. The behaviour kids, the "cliques" of kids that don't necessarily mix outside, were all involved in several architectural developments in the snow.
The wind has built up snow drifts off the side walks of the school. The benches are mostly totally covered, so you can walk overtop of the bench seat, and not realize that you are walking ontop of the bench. Lots of snow.
Anyways, these little beavers were working away at several snow forts. Tunnels, seats, walls, windows, igloos inside of forts, slides going down into the tunnel, into a "resting area". The comraderie, the team work and the intensity was outstanding.
They've been working on these forts since last week in -20 weather. Today was nice and mild at +1. As the bell went and they were on their way inside, they were already planning the next blueprints to add on for the next day.
How can one channel that amazing "culture" into the classroom, I wonder?
The wind has built up snow drifts off the side walks of the school. The benches are mostly totally covered, so you can walk overtop of the bench seat, and not realize that you are walking ontop of the bench. Lots of snow.
Anyways, these little beavers were working away at several snow forts. Tunnels, seats, walls, windows, igloos inside of forts, slides going down into the tunnel, into a "resting area". The comraderie, the team work and the intensity was outstanding.
They've been working on these forts since last week in -20 weather. Today was nice and mild at +1. As the bell went and they were on their way inside, they were already planning the next blueprints to add on for the next day.
How can one channel that amazing "culture" into the classroom, I wonder?
Christmas Concert Intensity Builds
So this week I'm doubling, tripling and quadrupling classes for building up groups for my concert. A death wish by Friday i'm sure. I haven't told the kids, they just show up and are like ...woah cool, I can sing with my friends! our school is run by a bell system....every 1/2 hour the bell goes, indicating a new period begins. So normally every 1/2 hour they change classes/subjects like robots.
bell rings with my grade 4 and 6 classes in music. i hear it. sing sing sing ignore. you can see the sweat pouring off of some of their foreheads. but... the ... bell MRS HARRIS THE BELL!!! Panic setting in. The bell went we have to go. sing sing sing, ignore...let panic set in more. ehhehe.
Then I tell them at the end of the song. Oh, we may be here for the next hour....I have you for as long as I like, my pretties....I say in my devillish voice. bwahahahaha.... groans and eye rolling are the usual what I expect.
Cheering and yahooing is what I get. Can we stay all afternoon some of them call out. I'm thinking partially that they like it because they don't have to do written work...but I keep em really busy and active and STANDING up (and they hate that!)
These kids LOVE music. We have been doing this concert thing since November 1st and they still love every moment of it. the acting, the dancing, the singing the performing...they LOVE it.
Should be fun. It's all student made, performance, decorations, dance moves etc. I've guided them through it, and they've had input every step of the way. So it's not a broadway musical, nor is it top notch performance that would win awards, but the joy that the peformance is bringing to the kids, and especially to me, is so worth it.
I hope the parents are as proud as I am. :)
bell rings with my grade 4 and 6 classes in music. i hear it. sing sing sing ignore. you can see the sweat pouring off of some of their foreheads. but... the ... bell MRS HARRIS THE BELL!!! Panic setting in. The bell went we have to go. sing sing sing, ignore...let panic set in more. ehhehe.
Then I tell them at the end of the song. Oh, we may be here for the next hour....I have you for as long as I like, my pretties....I say in my devillish voice. bwahahahaha.... groans and eye rolling are the usual what I expect.
Cheering and yahooing is what I get. Can we stay all afternoon some of them call out. I'm thinking partially that they like it because they don't have to do written work...but I keep em really busy and active and STANDING up (and they hate that!)
These kids LOVE music. We have been doing this concert thing since November 1st and they still love every moment of it. the acting, the dancing, the singing the performing...they LOVE it.
Should be fun. It's all student made, performance, decorations, dance moves etc. I've guided them through it, and they've had input every step of the way. So it's not a broadway musical, nor is it top notch performance that would win awards, but the joy that the peformance is bringing to the kids, and especially to me, is so worth it.
I hope the parents are as proud as I am. :)
Saturday, December 02, 2006
A reason not to become a teacher
You're sick all the fucking time. I have been sick since the end of September. It's been a cold merged in with a flu, continued on with a cold then rolling over into yet another cold. I'm sick of being sick! Now I have a voice that cuts in and out so I don't know if it's laryngitis or just the icky phlegm being stuck on my vocal chords from time to time. I dunno.
I love what I do, but I'd really love to be able to bend over for once and not feel like my head will explode from pressure, or my nose will drip suddenly.
It's all in those snot posts I've been writing about. they don't know how to cough, or to use kleenex and/or wash their hands frequently. To top it off it's so damn cold out that we can't open the windows to freshen the stale germy air.
I hate being sick.
I love what I do, but I'd really love to be able to bend over for once and not feel like my head will explode from pressure, or my nose will drip suddenly.
It's all in those snot posts I've been writing about. they don't know how to cough, or to use kleenex and/or wash their hands frequently. To top it off it's so damn cold out that we can't open the windows to freshen the stale germy air.
I hate being sick.
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