Lick-a-fish

Okay, Here's My Deal...

I love to hear kids talk, young ones who are just learning to talk and the way they say and pronounce things is so cute.

My son right now has taken a liking to lick-a-fish, or as I like to say, licorice.

He loves nee-nee or popsicles and eyebeam or ice cream

He likes to play with meena...coin money and tickets...bill money (tickets comes from Willie Wonka's golden tickets and Polar Express' tickets to ride)

His grandma's, who were simply other papas to him for a long time are now his ammas.

He loves to count...2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 2

And what goes better for lunch than dog dogs and fry fries?

Movies and TV shows have their own special titles:

• Ralphie...A Christmas Story
• Rinch...The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
• Train or Choo Choo...Polar Express
• Charlie...Willie Wonka and the Chocloate Factory (the 1971 original)
• NoNo...Finding Nemo
• Pablo...Nickelodeon's The Backyardigans Series
• Rocket Ship...Disney's Little Einsteins Series

I am sure there are more that he used to say and even says now, but that is all my brain can think of right now.

One of THOSE Questions...

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If you have ever seen the movie A Christmas Story...you know with Ralphie, who wants a Red Rider BB Gun...you'll shoot your eye out...Scott Farkus? Anyway, in the movie, Ralphie hints at what he wants and he said Flcik saw grizzly bears by Polaski's candy store and his parents look at him funny, to which the grown up Ralphie narrates over the scene, "They looked at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears."

Well, that is how I must have looked my student the other day. Now, even if you don't know a lot about Algebra, I will try to make this understandable. We were reviewing for a test. One problem gave an equation and the kids were supposed to graph it on a set of axes (a big plus sign). It was written in two variables: 3x + 4y = 24. When we graph an equation like this, we find out what y = when x = 0 (called a y-intercept) and what x = when y = 0 (called an x-intercept). So, I said that we needed to find the x- and y-intercepts and I put the two answers on the board (0,6) and (8, 3)...without showing the work because at this level of class, it should be mental math for the kids....plotted the points and connected them.

As I began to go on to the next problem, I heard this question come from the peanut gallery:

"Did you just make up those two points?"

I paused a minute, still facing the board, rolled my eyes and sighed, counting to 5 slowly, turned around and instead of saying what came to mind: "Yeah, that's it...I just made them up...out of thin air...the process I explained as I did it was just to hear myself talk." I said, "Nooooo, I found the intercepts. Remember, the y-intercept is where the graph crosses the y-axis and at that point, x = 0, so I substituted 0 in for x and solved the equation to find y (this time I put the work on the board) which gave me (0, 6)..." and went on to show the other point.

I couldn't believe it. Why did we even do the work in the chapter? I am not sure if I want to grade these tests when they're done...I might cry.

EDITED 2/20...I graded them today. They were not good. Needless to say we will be doing some reteaching.

Things I Don't Like

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I finally made the MANDATORY switch to the new beta version of blogger today...not happy about it, I don't like being forced to do things, but hey, that is life. So, after I switch and sign in with my new MANDATORY google account, it tells me I don't exsist...but I do. So, wonderful new technology folks...glad I made the switch...why'd I wait so long?

Anyway, today is Valentine's Day. Wooo-Hooo. We are not doing anything much today. We are going to wait and do someting later. Okay, here is another deal of mine and most ladies I am sure will think I am nuts:

I tell my husband NOT to send me roses...not just on Valentines, but anytime. It is not that I don't like roses, I do. But theyare so expensive and fickle. I ahve never had good luck with roses staying nice for very long. I would rather he spend the money on two or three dozen carnations which last like a million days. Yeah, weird, I know.

Dave Chappelle Was Right...

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There is a comic that used to have his own TV show on Comedy Central--Dave Chappelle. He is black and my husband loves him. He is funny at times, but not really my cup of tea. However, there is one routine he has that I wholeheartedly agree with. There are some kids or young adults in the show on a sketch all being big and bad and trying to be gangstas. Somehow, he gets them and drops them off in the middle of a true gansta/ghetto neighborhood and they of course act like big scared weenies when confrinted by those who truly do live that lifestyle and are not just thinking they are bad.

We were at Wal-Mart the other night in the "big" city...all of maybe 27,000 citizens--you know, not really the inner city by any means, not like a little Chicago or anyhthing (that was for you, Buckeye Girl...in reference to someone we both know). As we were leaving the store, there were two guys behind us--whiter than white andso skinny a good breeze would blow them over--but, and you know the type, admit it, acting like somehow they live in Detroit or something, talking all ghetto and gansta--pants all down to thier knees and caps on sideways with a cigarette hanging by their ear. Where I grew up they were called whiggers...you know, white boys who think they are black. I don't like that term any more than I like the n-term, and don't even know if it is still used or not...but it gives you a picture.

I would Love to see what would happen to them if they were suddenly transported into the middle of Compton or East St. Louis and tried to act like they were acting in the entrance to Wal-Mart in small town Iowa. They would not last two minutes before sreaming for their mommies. Seriously.

Just to Do It...

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I have not updated in a long time and thought I had better. There isn't much to write about right now. Nothing major or minor is irritating me and nothing major or minor has really made me jump for joy.

Our son can now say there is a baby in Mama's belly, but I don't think he truly understands. Probably won't happen until he actually gets here and we bring him home.

I guess one thing I can mention is the fact my husband got electrocuted...sort of...at work. He did get burned, but he's not sure if he really got any juice from the live wire or not. He was wiring in a room and all of the other outlets were wired the same, so he figured the last one would be too. He said himself he should have tested it, but he didn't and well, the wire he thought was not hot, was. There was a connection and some sparks and the insulation aroundthe wire cuaght fire...as he held the wire. He is fine, but we had quite the ER trip afterwards.

Our final Christmas celebration is done. Last weekend we went ot my parents...delayed one weekend dueto freezing rain and snow and a second due to not everyon'es schedule meshing.

Well, like I said, not a lot to report, but at least I feel like I have done something.