I love you, you love me….

•February 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

My daughter is in to Barney these days.  She doesn’t ever really get to watch him much, but what little exposure she has had has really caught her attention.  Apparently my mother has been teaching her the Barney song – hence the title of this post.

I tried watching the purple fat-ass once.  They went through 10 topics in a span of maybe 2-3minutes.  It is no wonder kids these days are being diagnosed with ADD and ADHD when the shows they watch are promoting such behavior.  I think they sang a song, jumped/hopped around, played tag, cooked a meal, painted a house, played with a beach ball, dug a trench, decorated a cake, cut a heart out of construction paper and screamed in that 2-3 minutes.  It made my head spin.  If a stoner watched Barney I am sure it would kill them.

Ah Frick.

•February 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So I started things up again so I would write more.  It seems to help me clear my head and satisfies a small craving for some creativity.  But I haven’t really written shit yet.  I won’t insult us by promising to write more, I will try but that’s all I can say.

 Speaking of writing; I am going to be going back to school AGAIN next fall.  This time it will be an Advanced Studies Certification in Principalship.  It’s basically a masters degree, but by calling it an ASC I can utilize all of the credits towards my bigger goal of an EdD – or educational doctorate.  This is all for a desire to teach others how to be teachers.  So anyway, I have to write a 2page double spaced paper on critical issues facing education today.  I could write a book on this topic and I have to smush it onto 2 double spaced pages?  I have already written 2 pages on one of my two main topics and haven’t included a intro or closing paragraph.  My head hurts.

Early Out.

•January 19, 2008 • Leave a Comment

One of the benefits of my job.  “Early outs”  If you are from anyplace with snow growing up, you will remember the anticipation of sitting in class looking out at inclement weather.  Waiting, hoping, planning your afternoon of sledding or playing video games.  I still get to live these moments during the winter months.  Except now I look forward to shoveling (because I usually don’t get up early enough to do it in the morning) and taking a nap.

Today it’s lunch and a nap, I shoveled last night.  So, I will be thinking of you all, as my day is cut short but my pay isn’t while I watch Days of Our Lives and have beer with lunch.

The Crud

•January 15, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The Crud is go’in round my house.  I had it first, then after the holidays my daughter got it.  After 2 bouts of magic elixir, one for each of us, my Crud returned, with a new twist and fury.  On my second set of elixirs (this time totalling almost a hundy) I am almost cured.  Note that I said almost, I am still having some after Crud as is my daughter.  To top things off my pregnant wife is now Cruddy too.  Ug….I hate winter.

You know what they say…

•December 21, 2007 • Leave a Comment

If you love it, lube it.

Vote for Juan

•December 20, 2007 • Leave a Comment

This dude goes to my school  Pedro  I am not kidding.  Well, I guess I kinda am, it’s not actually this Pedro, it’s the REAL deal.  We will call him Juan.  He looks, walks, and talks just like Pedro.  He has the thin stash, and slightly disturbing mushroom haircut.  I contemplated taking his photo, but figured it was some sort of violation.

During his run for class president everyone starting wearing  vote for Juan shirts.  The best part is when I saw him at a restaruant he was with this harem of mexican ladies.  He looked so proud walking around with his bootylicious women.

Most of this story is true, well at least the part about having a kid in school who resembles Pedro, and the mexican harem.

Ready Aim Fire

•December 13, 2007 • 1 Comment

We have discoved a strange and somewhat humbling skill our 2 year old posesses; Farting on comand.  Actually we prefer tooting on command.  I would rather just use fart but that’s another post.  I cannot even fart…er….toot on command, so as a dude I am pretty impressed, which doesn’t say much. 

We discovered her super human feat a few weeks ago, I didn’t want to post about it until we had a second witnessing which happened yesterday afternoon.  You see I am not afraid to let one go on purpose, with a little gusto behind it.  So on both occasions I raised a cheek and tooted nice and loud.  My daughter pointed it out of course, she always does this, “Da-da toot!”  yep, dad tooted.  She then proceded to bear down and toot on her own.  “Addison toot!  Addison toot!” 

I am thinking of calling the folks at Heros to see if they need another super hero for the show.  Tooting on command is difficult unless you are OK with the potential of shitting your pants.  Apparently she isn’t, I suppose if she were potty trained at this point it may bother her, but since Da-da gets to change the diaper it’s time to fire away.  Addison toot!  Addison toot!

The Blaaaaazzzzzze….

•November 30, 2007 • Leave a Comment

My buddy just told me about a new radio station in the area: 102 The Blaze.

The Blaze?  Really?  He thought it sounded kinda queer.  I just think it sounds like a station for stoners in reference to lighting a big fatty.  Yeah man….the blaaaaaazzze.  Yeah yeah the blaze man, the blaze.

Stoned 24/7.  100% Stoned music for the stoned listener. The Dead, Phish, 311, Cypress Hill, etc.  I am sure you can all think of more, I am just too lazy at this point…..cuz I’m stoned – list’nin to The Blaaaze.  j/k 

Can’t take the heat.

•November 30, 2007 • Leave a Comment

So I was warned about my new classroom, about how cold it was.  It’s located on the north west corner of the building.  I was overjoyed when I heard this. I prefer my class to be cold, it keeps the kids awake (kinda winey, but awake). 

Much to my dismay, they somehow have fixed the heat down my way.  So it slowly but surely progresses from about 62 degrees at 7:30am to low 80’s by 1-ish.  I then procede to open my window to the below freezing weather outside. 

The 80 degree temps leave my kids sluggish and near zombie like.   As you look around the room it appears as if I am slowly gassing them with CO (that’s carbon monoxide…not Colorado)

To add insult to injury, within the last two days it sounds as if the red barron is doing circles in the hallway ceiling, which really helps keep kids awake.  You know, that monotonous drone. whhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

That one kid

•November 20, 2007 • Leave a Comment

You know, that one kid…

It seems that kids never change, it’s the adults that do all the changing.  As I walk around the HS peering at the students I can’t help but notice how the kids are the same at every school, and have been (thinking back a LONG way to my HS years) for ever most likely.

Without sounding like a Breakfast Club review here goes my perceptions of our youth:

the “Nerd”  – this guy probably walks duck-footed, shuffling his feet from class to class.  He can be found after hours helping a teacher with computer problems or turning in late work (not because he couldn’t do it, but because he lost it).

the girl “Jock” – a four sport athlete who may not be the star of any of them, but is a starter in all of them.  She can be found wearing her pj’s or oversized sweat pants the day after a loss (a sign of mourning).

 the dumb “Jock” – a 3 or four sport male athlete, above average in all of them.  This guy struggles in every class and has no interests  in doing well except to stay eligible.  He will do whatever it takes to pass, but that’s all he wants to do, just barely.

the Band “Dork” – band, orchestra, chorus and drama.  Probably does well in every class except gym.  Will be the student asking questions to make sure they get every point possible.

the “Motorhead and or Shophound” – can be identified by their greasy hands and sawdust infested hair.  Not real bright, unless they are in the shop, then they can run circles around the smartest of kids.  Most likely to be the guy fixing your car or building you a 3-season porch once they graduate.

the “Tramp” – you all know her, she’s kinda cute, in that trailer park kinda way.  Probably has piercings in scary places and comes to school looking like she had been attacked by a vacuum.  She smokes like a chimney and hangs out with all the older guys.

the “Cheerleader” – not necessarily the gal you might be picturing – they aren’t all long legged blonds in HS.  She could even be pudgy…cute pudgy.  Believes that cheering and dance team are actual sports.  So caught up in the spirit of school, she would do anything to gain popularity.

the “Shooter” – weird, strange, and spooky are all words to decribe him.  The one kid who you never want to set off.  Probably floats between the nerds and the goofballs, as no one else will give them the time of day.

the Country “Girl or Boy” – FFA, ag class, driving to school on a snowmobile or in their trucks.  Big cornfed farm kids.  Hardest workers in school, just not always on their schoolwork.  If a teacher needs something physical done, these are the kids he/she looks for.  They know how to get the job done, and do it right.

 the “Boozer” – can drink with the best of them.  Often looks like he/she is 6-8 years older than they are and most likely has older siblings and parents who are older.  Probably the life of the party and a real schmoozer elsewhere.