Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

September 28, 2005

Banned Books I have Read

Since Leesepea was so nice to post the list of the most frequently challenged books between 1990 - 2000, I thought I would see how many of these books I have read. How many have you read? The 33 I have read are in bold. The majority of these books I read for school (anywhere between middle school through college). How ironic. :)
  1. Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
  2. Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite
  3. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
  4. The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
  5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
  6. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
  7. Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling
  8. Forever by Judy Blume
  9. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
  10. Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
  11. Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
  12. My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
  13. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
  14. The Giver by Lois Lowry
  15. It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
  16. Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
  17. A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
  18. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
  19. Sex by Madonna
  20. Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
  21. The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
  22. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
  23. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
  24. Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
  25. In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
  26. The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
  27. The Witches by Roald Dahl
  28. The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
  29. Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
  30. The Goats by Brock Cole
  31. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
  32. Blubber by Judy Blume
  33. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
  34. Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
  35. We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
  36. Final Exit by Derek Humphry
  37. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
  38. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
  39. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
  40. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
  41. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  42. Beloved by Toni Morrison
  43. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
  44. The Pigman by Paul Zindel
  45. Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
  46. Deenie by Judy Blume
  47. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
  48. Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
  49. The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
  50. Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
  51. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
  52. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
  53. Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
  54. Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
  55. Cujo by Stephen King
  56. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
  57. The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
  58. Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
  59. Ordinary People by Judith Guest
  60. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
  61. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
  62. Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
  63. Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
  64. Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
  65. Fade by Robert Cormier
  66. Guess What? by Mem Fox
  67. The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
  68. The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
  69. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
  70. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
  71. Native Son by Richard Wright
  72. Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
  73. Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
  74. Jack by A.M. Homes
  75. Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
  76. Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
  77. Carrie by Stephen King
  78. Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
  79. On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
  80. Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
  81. Family Secrets by Norma Klein
  82. Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole
  83. The Dead Zone by Stephen King
  84. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
  85. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
  86. Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
  87. Private Parts by Howard Stern
  88. Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford
  89. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
  90. Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
  91. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
  92. Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
  93. Sex Education by Jenny Davis
  94. The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
  95. Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
  96. How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
  97. View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
  98. The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
  99. The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
  100. Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

September 26, 2005

How to Root for the Hokies

Just in case you ever need to know. Bookmark for easy reference. :)

Bring keys and get ready to Hokie Pokie


So, you're in Blacksburg for a game, but not quite sure how to blend in at Lane Stadium or how to cheer for the Hokies? Here's a quick checklist to help you out.

10. Blacksburg is a drinking town with a football problem -- you'll find out that Jack Daniels is everyone's friend at tailgates.

9. The Highty-Tighties might have a funny name, but they're one hell of a corps of cadets marching band.

8. We don't leave our keys at home or even in our pocket -- we make sure to use them to make as much noise as possible when the opposing offense is on third down.

7. We deny (in most cases) that our mascot is actually a bird, but when the Turkey starts gobbling over the PA system, we consider that our war cry.

6. Our favorite two chants at Tech football games: "Stick It In!" (get your mind out of the gutter) when we're in the red zone, and, of course, "Block that Kick!"

5. Baseball has got the 7th inning stretch, but we prefer the 3rd quarter Hokie Pokie.

4. We wear Orange Effect T-shirts and acknowledge that you're supposed to wear clashing Chicago Maroon and Burnt Orange to football games. We leave the Blue Blazers and neckties for the amateur fans in Charlottesville.

3. Never, EVER question two people: Michael Vick (he's "Michael" and not "Mike" to Hokie fans) and Frank Beamer.

2. Beware of countless pushups after scores in the stands, but keep an eye out for the Hokie bird on the bench press in the North endzone pumping out his reps as well.

1. Don't ever mention the fact that you think the visiting team is going to come to Lane Stadium and beat the Hokies -- the last man to do that was Lee Corso, and his rental car was struck by lightning in our parking lot. After all, God is a Hokies fan.

September 24, 2005

Random Humor

Yesterday went well. I subbed in the afternoon and only made one little girl cry. I can handle just about anything.

Talking when I'm talking?
That's fine, I'll wait until you're done.

Out of your seat?
Take your time, recess is a privilege not a right.

Not doing your work?
Hey, its not me who has to tell Mrs. So and So why its not done Monday.

However, if you argue with me, you are done. Little T did all of the above yesterday. But when she argued with me for the second time, she moved her clothespin. And then ohhhhh the tears.

Note: Don't argue with Mrs. You will not win.

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"Here's Your Sign"

So, yesterday morning at 7:30 (!!!), the phone rings. It's hubby's assistant athletic director at the college. "Did you lose your wallet?" Uh....apparently. The AAD told him to call the security office when he got to campus and they would arrange to meet him and return the wallet. Hubby followed instructions and met Bubba in the lobby of his building.

Bubba has a crappy job and wants to "put hubby in his place". Riiiiiiiiiiight.

Before Bubba will turn over the wallet he looks hubby straight in the eye and says, "Do you have any identification?"

Hubby bit his tongue, smiled, and replied, "Why, yes I do. It's in my wallet."

(Can I just say that they had to know it was him! To have been able to contact him!? And did I mention there were TWO photo IDs in the thing?)

Here's your sign.

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Finally, hubby was explaining the subtle nuances of coaching women versus coaching men. Women are tricky. You can't just get in their face. They'll rebel. Women have to feel it is their team and blah - blah - blah.

However, hubby says that when you coach men it is simple. "It's a pecking order."

And without thinking, I replied, "And you have to be the biggest pecker in the bunch."

Ahahahahahahaha.

September 21, 2005

Lucky Lady

Reason #798 why I love my husband.

This is the note I awoke to this morning. (He left at 7:45 this morning for work and hopes to be home by 11 tonight.)

Well, while you're still sleeping, I thought I'd type this out before I head off to a very, VERY long day at work.

With all the changes and obstacles life can throw in your way; you always get back up when you trip.
With all the fights and disappointments that happen; you always smile when I walk in the door.
When a friend needs you; you've never hesitated.
When I need to be grounded, rather than flying off the handle; you take my hand.

I can honestly say I never knew strength until I met you, my darling wife. Know that no matter what the day brings, no matter what stupid soccer field I may be on, I am always right next to you, and never far from your side.

I love you, Erin. Nothing more can be said, yet those words speak volumes.

Meeting the Countryboy

Marry him? I've never met this person face to face before and he wanted me to marry him!?

Right before I signed off, I quickly typed my answer.

"Yes."

That was that was said. No ring appeared and no strange man suddenly showed up. It was always there though. The knowledge that someday, we would be together, and for now, that was enough.

My senior year of high school is a blur. Classes, phone calls to Virginia, huge phone bills, a correspondence course crammed in so that I could go to Virginia Tech, and my one and only moment of rebellion (and I got caught too...I can't misbehave, I get caught!). February is memorable though. In February, we traveled to Blacksburg, where I met my country boy for the first time. On his 20th birthday.

I still remember sitting in that hotel lobby after calling him to tell him we were there. I was so nervous. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. Would he like me? Then the door opened and he walked in. Relief washed over me. He was wonderful. We spent the whole weekend talking. After that weekend, I knew I was in love. I couldn't wait to see him again and being away from him was torture.

For Easter, I traveled to his hometown to meet his parents. Now THAT was stressful. His mom is also a teacher. She is also one of those, good-at-everything-she-does kinds of people. Talk about feeling inferior. His dad looks just like him. Or does he look just like his dad? Either way, you can definitely tell they are related.

The highlight (well, for me, low point) of the weekend occured Saturday morning. Hubby was teasing me. As I rounded the corner to go into the bathroom to shower, I took off my watch, held it up, and without thinking asked him...

"Want a watch?" Only it came out, "Wanna watch?"

I closed the bathroom door to the gales of laughter of my hubby and his father. Luckily, his mother didn't hear me. Oh the horror. I've yet to live it down eight years later.

September 20, 2005

Countryboy(M/19)

Countryboy(M/19)...that was my hubby eight years ago. An anonymous name in Geocities chatroom.

I was 17 and using our new-to-us computer. My uncle had given us his two year old Gateway when he purchased his new computer. The internet was a strange and fascinating place. I had discovered the wonder of creating websites. My first site was hosted by Geocities. Geocities/Nashville/1400 I believe. It's so different now that it has been purchased by Yahoo!

Anyway, I was talking with my friends. Most of which, I have since lost touch with. I don't remember what we were chatting about, simply that I was there. This "countryboy" entered the room and started talking to folks I knew. He mentioned something about being injured. I sent him a quick message saying I hoped he was all right. The rest is history so they say.

We exchanged ICQ numbers (the only way to talk "back then"). We talked about anything and everything. He was a nice guy. Getting ready to return to college for his sophomore year. He went to Virginia Tech.

Where the heck was that? I'd never heard of it. This was back before Tech's National Title run, Michael Vick, and Coach Beamer was still just a coach. He sent me the link and I remember looking at this webpage and thinking, what kind of school colors are maroon and orange!? They don't even match! Ohhhh, how my thinking would change. (Maroon and orange do, in fact, match...I have dozens of articles of clothing to prove it)

He used words I didn't. Words like "comfy" and "folks". Words that are now an ingrained part of my vocabulary. Then one Saturday night in September, we stayed up all night. We talked and talked and talked. Talked about everything.

As I was signing off to go to bed in the wee hours of the morning, he sent one last message...

"Would you marry me?"

September 19, 2005

Note to self


Sometimes I just need a reminder. :) I love Hokie football season! Now, they just need to broadcast more games in Ohio. Sheesh.

September 18, 2005

Have a Nice Day

September 16, 2005

A Temporary New Direction

So...until I get to do some more actual teaching, my random notions and stories OF teaching are going to be few and far between. (Still no word on the Cleveland job)

In the interest of...well, not boring you with my health problems anymore, I've had an idea. Actually, it came to me while I was sleeping. I get really good ideas then. I'm just glad this is one of the ones I can remember. Weeks ago I swear I discovered how to clone money as I was drifting off to sleep, but alas, I can't remember how to do it now. Technically, it isn't my idea, I am simply doing something someone else has done, but not quite as well.

I have become a Why Not-Right?. Addict. ADD-ICT! Cyli should seriously create a 12 step program for some of us. Ok, just me.

Several months ago, Cyli started what she has called "Our History". Forty-four entries later we're caught up to the present. Each of those forty-four entries is quite interesting. I enjoyed reading all about how things got to where they are now. Honestly, if you don't know what happened in the past, the present gets alllllll confusing.

Anywho, I've decided to share my "history" (as it were) with my hubby. It will give me something to post about until I get some teaching stories.

Disclaimer:
This was Cyli's idea first. I didn't think of the original idea, just the idea to apply it to me. I am also no where near as good a writer as Cyli. Read at your own risk. :)

September 15, 2005

Overwhelmed

Things are...well, they just are right now.

I had my appointment today with the new family doc. I really like her. She is young, upbeat, and like just about everyone I see...pregnant. Let's just start at the beginning of the laundry list. I guess I should be grateful I am alive?

Still going to be taking the glucophage for the diabetes stuff. My something or other number is 7.5 and they want it at 7, 6.5 would be even better. But 7.5 isn't too bad (my dad's was 11 when he was first diagnosed, mom's was 8.5). Like I said, they want it down though. I also signed up for diabetic education class. I figure, why not, I can always learn something new.

Let's see. My blood pressure was 142/102. See what 4 bcp a day does to me! The doctor figures, just to be safe, she is going to put me on some high blood pressure meds. Luckily, she gave me a bunch of samples for that. Oh and she wants me to take a baby aspirin every day. So I got cherry ones. Find the perks where you can.

I have hyperthyroidism (high thyroid levels) so she said she wants me to see an endocrinologist ( more $$$$$). Since hyperthyroidism can be a little more tricky than hypothyroidism. She mentioned something about radiation on my thyroid . I have an appointment with the endocrinologist on November 9th.

She also said my liver functions were slightly high. She thinks that is just because of the untreated diabetes, but she is having me get some hepatitis checks next week with my bloodwork just in case. Not too concerned as my levels were really minimal. (30-40 points over...so mine was around 100 and hepatitis patient's levels are in the 1000s) It occurs to me tonight, AFTER the appointment, that maybe it is related to the Advil I have been taking. I've been taking anywhere from 8-12 to 4 Advil EVERY day. Duh.

Oh, she said my cholesterol was pretty good all things considered. However, I think its too high and knowing hubby's is too high and heart disease runs in his family, we are going to work on nipping that in the bud. No more chicken fingers and french fries for the hubby. (He is so not going to like this.)

Other than that, I made another appointment with the ob/gyn because the problem is still there and raging. So, I plan to ask her about the D&C. Get it over with so I can be normal. That is unless things continue to be a problem while I am taking 4 a day. Hopefully, they will stop today (sometimes it takes a few days to get things controlled again).

Ironically, I have to work two days next week for a teacher who is getting a D&C. They are admitting her. Scares me half to death, but I want to feel better. I need to feel better. Hubby has me on "depression watch" (pardon me, while I roll my eyes) but sometimes I think he is right to worry. I'm lucky to have such a good hubby. Someone remind me to tell him how wonderful he is when this is all over.

There...more information than you probably ever wanted to know. Aren't you glad I shared?

September 13, 2005

Kindergarten!

Oy vey. I love the school with just kindergarteners. Honestly, it's adorable, especially this time of year when they are all still a little nervous.

Last week, the secretary at the school called me and asked me to come in as a floating sub while the classroom teachers administered the Dibels test and the nurses did hearing/vision screenings. They needed me for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Well, it turned out to be Thursday afternoon as I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday.

So I went in today prepared to spend an hour in each teacher's room. Well, forty minutes into the first class, the teacher returned and I was off! I was in 5 classrooms before lunch! Four more classrooms after lunch.

Good news: They finished all their testing today! Yay!
Bad news: They finished all their testing today; they don't need me the rest of the week. Drat!

It was also nice to "meet" every kid in the school in one day. Now everyone has met me with their teacher present (and they know their teacher expects them to listen to me). I only have about 300 new names to remember.

Of course, I shall share some of the more interesting ones:

River (boy)
Dallas (girl)
Essence (girl)
Jazzy (girl)
Charley - Not so weird, I went to school with a Charley Anne

Ohhhhh the list could go on...

Still no word on the Cleveland job. Still not sure I want it. Actually, convinced today that I DON'T want it. I love subbing in my current district. I love that the teacher's know me and the principals and secretaries know me. I love that the kids know me! Of course tomorrow could be a different story.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

September 12, 2005

Ummmm...

Well, the interview is over (whew)! I abhor interviews. They make me nervous. They make me tense. They make me stupid. I swear, I walk into an interview and every coherent thought or previous knowledge of ANYTHING is gone. Gone!

The school has only been open for 4 years. Last year, they totally revamped their curriculum and teaching staff. They purchases $50,000 of new books and materials. There are fences surrounding the school (a former Catholic school) and bars on the first floor windows. Seeing this as a country girl, I was immediately a little nervous. To enter the school, you ring a bell, introduce yourself to the secretary, and enter. Or you talk to the security guard stationed at the door. All in all, these precautions make me feel safer as there are not random people wandering the halls. On the other hand, these precautions are obviously necessary, which makes me a little leary. I would not be comfortable staying after dark and working in my classroom.

I think the technical interview stuff I did well on. The only issue that really bothers me is a "question" by the honors program director. (She said she doesn't ask direct questions, she wants to see what the teachers will tell her. Wha!? You're encouraging me to ramble? Greatttttt.) She kept asking me how I would assess students to see what level they are on in math (in order to pull them out for the honors program). I don't know!? Worksheets? General knowledge activities? Uhhhhhh... Have I mentioned I hate math? Not good at it...and it hates me back?

The one thing that has caused me the most anxiety though is in regards to the dress code. Every teacher/staff person I saw was wearing a white button down type shirt and either black/blue/or khaki pants/skirts. First, white, as a clothing option, and I do NOT get along. My white clothes never remain white. I'm just too messy. Therefore, I own NO WHITE SHIRTS. I have A pair of CREAM pants that my mother bought for me that make me nuts when I wear them as I am worried about getting them dirty. I don't mind dressing professionally, but if I am limited to black and white, I am going to have to buy a bunch of new clothes. Clothes I can't currently afford.

I don't know how I feel about the interview. I don't know how it went. I got a good vibe from the principal, but the honors program director (who proudly told me SHE is the reason they are still hiring) didn't give me as good a vibe, and like I said, she flustered me. I vacilate between hoping and praying I get this job and hoping and praying I don't get this job.

Everything happens for a reason. If I am meant to have this job, at this point in my life, then I will get this job. If it isn't meant to be, I will know I did my best and it simply wasn't right. Part of me hopes that if I get the job, the current district I am subbing for will really miss my presence this year. Then in the spring when it comes time to interview, they will remember me. Of course, I won't be a bargaining member so I probably won't even be eligible to post for the bargaining member only jobs. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Story of my life.

That being said, if I am offered this job, I will most likely accept the position. When someone waves a steady (reasonably well paid) paycheck in my face along with medical and dental benefits, it is very hard for me to say no.

For now...there is no more news to report.

September 10, 2005

Soc it to me

I have watched enough soccer today to last me several, no, MANY days. We got up early (8AM! On a Saturday!) so we could go watch the team hubby's team is playing tomorrow play. We were incognito. Hubby even wore a VT hat to throw them off the scent. Sneaky, sneaky.

I dutifully checked the weather report today. 78 and sunny. Cool, I can wear pants and not be too warm. WRONG. It was HOT. Face of the sun hot. Ok...low 80s hot, but hot nonetheless. I hate to be hot.

After we watched the game, we drove to practice (an hour and a half the other direction - oh yes, I have been allllllll over today). At practice, I, again, sat in the blazing sun for 2 hours. Oh kill me now.

Run to the ball. Kick the ball. Save the ball. Repeat. THEY GET IT COACH! I'm hot!


Result? The left half of my face is sunburnt. Grrrrr! Last weekend the right side was burnt. Can't I get it together!?

September 09, 2005

Ohmigod!

Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod! I have an interview on Monday! For a teaching job! In Cleveland! Eek! Cleveland.

*

I student taught in Roanoke and that was a tough school. I can do Cleveland. Plus, I'm not certified to teach the ages that really scare me. Thank goodness for small miracles. Now I have 2 days to find my portfolio cds (I have a bizarre memory of throwing them away while cleaning this summer....that would be bad), update my portfolio, get my letters of recommendation around, print an extra copy of my resume ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I am so excited, yet terrified. I bombed the last interview I had, so I really want to be on the ball this time. I am off in search of my portfolio. Woo - friggin - hoo!

* Your eyes do not deceive you, those
are dancing bananas!

September 08, 2005

Mission...Impossible?

Well, I worked for the first time this year yesterday afternoon. (Woohoo!) You know, it was actually very nice to be back. I walked into the second grade classroom and faces lit up.

"I remember you from kindergarten and first grade!"

Sigh. Yep, entering year three with no permanent job prospects. But that's ok...it's a brand new year and I am determined to be the chipper, gung ho, ready to do anything sub that they NEED to hire. The teachers at Mom's school would hire me in a heartbeat if they had the choice and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Can someone please remind me of that in January when I am once again depressed? Thanks!

I scheduled an off morning today because I had to go to my new family doctor (who is in the same office as my ob/gyn) and get some blood drawn. I am convinced I have no blood left to draw! After successfully avoiding the removal of MY blood (it's mine, mine, mine - I need to work on sharing) for 24 years, I have had blood drawn four times in two months. Egads! They're trying to make up for it in one year! You would think that since I am no longer petrified at the thought of that needle going into my arm that I would be quite ready to sign up to give blood. NOPE! Let's not get overzealous.

Finally, my mission. Tonight is the hubby's FIRST home soccer match. How dare they schedule it on a school night!? Hubby knows and agrees with my early to bed motto on school nights. His next game is Sunday and I will definitely be at that one. What hubby doesn't know is... I am coming tonight too. It's his first home game. This weekend was rough (two bad losses) and I want him to know I support him. Of course, if they lose tonight too, I may begin to believe I am bad luck and never attend another game. Jokingly he asked me last night if I wanted to come and announce at the game. Uh. Heck no! That would be way too close to public speaking which I don't do (teaching is different).

Can't wait to see his face!

September 04, 2005

Things I learned over the last 2 days...

Things I learned this weekend.

#1 ~ Off-sides, the player on the opposing team cannot be in front of the player who is on their side of the field before the ball is kicked. I think that's right. It makes the conversation in "Bend it Like Beckham" MUCH clearer.

#2 ~ When head coach gets angry, head coach gets quiet. Quiet is not good.

#3 ~ If I goalkeeper gets beat near post, goalkeeper coach/hubby gets angry. See rule #2.

#4 ~ Soccer isn't nearly as boring as I thought it would be. I found myself yelling, "Go PURPLE!" Quite often.

#5 ~ You have to have heart to be successful in soccer...just as important, you MUST be able to run the ENTIRE game. Team is not cutting it.

#6 ~ There's nothing you can say to an angry coach to make them feel better.

#7 ~ When someone yells, "Man on", that means that someone is coming after you. (It was quite confusing as there were no men on the field!)

#8 ~ Push it up, means move up, it is NOT a reference to a bra.

#9 ~ I still have no idea what "Make your runs" means. Hubby explained it, but its confusing and I stopped listening. :)

#10 ~ There is another game on Thursday and I am looking forward to it...unless its as bad as this weekend.

September 01, 2005

Suggestions?

I keep waffling between being angry at what is happening in New Orleans and just being sad.

I am so angry that the government is letting this occur. They have/had no plan. C'mon people, hurricanes happen every year, you live on the coast, you didn't see this coming. I find it incredibly hard to believe that there is no way to get these people some food. Fly it in. Bus it in. Do SOMETHING! I caught a little of the evening news tonight and I fear for the people of New Orleans. People are getting desperate and I can already see the mob mentality developing. It's terrifying. Not being a big Bush fan he's the one most of my anger is generated towards (justified or not).

I want to do something more for those people, but I don't know what else I can do. As someone not close enough to go and phsycially help I admire people like Cyli who is helping those in need.

I am hoping to be able to rally the upper hall at my mom's school (and hopefully the entire school) into making some kind of kid run fundraiser. "Pennies for Hurricane Victims." Something. Anyone have any ideas that kids can do? I want them to do it. So they can feel the pride in helping others and realize how fortunate they are. I'm open to any and all suggestions. Suggest away!

Hmmm...

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