I am obviously shopping at the wrong grocery store.
Because most of this happens when I go to Cub Foods - but not nearly as much confetti.
But still - this video makes me incredibly happy.
Oh - and in case you're wondering - my role is usually the hot girl in the leather jacket - and yes, my legs do get really tired from climbing on top of the frozen foods containers.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
good company
Some kids have a watch dog.
Some have a kitten to curl up in their lap.
Not my kid.
Punk has been sick for 5 days, out of school for 3, and Walter the toad has taken very good care of him.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
the worst feeling ever
As much as I hate to get on an airplane tomorrow, what I hate even worse, was the fact, that for about 30 minutes tonight, I thought my child was lost (or worse - yes worse) in the woods.
He was on a school trip, and in case you are wondering - has been pulled from such school, until somebody - anybody, will tell us why the hell this happened - and what (if anything) they'll do to keep it from happening again.
I am exhausted from crying, Punk is not doing much better. He is OK, and the story is too long to explain here . . .but I will say this much:
The girl who has hit him in the face no less than 4 times this year, is still in his class despite their "so called" zero tolerance policy on violence. Apparently she gets an exception to beating the $#!t out of her classmates because she is "special needs" (Punk is not the only one who has been hit by her). And I am pretty sure that her "special need" is that she needs a "special kick in the ass" - but I digress . . .
First we have the issue with the class bully, and now nobody knew where our kid was for 45 minutes in the woods at dusk.
To be continued . . .
He was on a school trip, and in case you are wondering - has been pulled from such school, until somebody - anybody, will tell us why the hell this happened - and what (if anything) they'll do to keep it from happening again.
I am exhausted from crying, Punk is not doing much better. He is OK, and the story is too long to explain here . . .but I will say this much:
The girl who has hit him in the face no less than 4 times this year, is still in his class despite their "so called" zero tolerance policy on violence. Apparently she gets an exception to beating the $#!t out of her classmates because she is "special needs" (Punk is not the only one who has been hit by her). And I am pretty sure that her "special need" is that she needs a "special kick in the ass" - but I digress . . .
First we have the issue with the class bully, and now nobody knew where our kid was for 45 minutes in the woods at dusk.
To be continued . . .
Sunday, October 11, 2009
travel
Traveling to Florida. But not for a good reason. Somebody we love is gone.
I didn't get to know him long enough, but I know that he serenaded me in pizza parlor parking lot, tackled me on accident, and taught the professor to make amazing jelly pancakes.
We are all sad this week.
I didn't get to know him long enough, but I know that he serenaded me in pizza parlor parking lot, tackled me on accident, and taught the professor to make amazing jelly pancakes.
We are all sad this week.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
math
OK - so we are into the part of the school year where math drills are coming home in the backpacks. I, by the way, happen to be totally cool with that. It's a worthwhile endeavor. If Mrs. Fleischer hadn't made me memorize my times tables I would still be counting 7x6 on my fingers.
But Punk concerns me a bit.
His new school allows for "creative answers." Again - I am totally down with giving credit for somebody who thinks outside of the box . . . but . . . in this class you can actually get credit for coming up with a fantastic theory and still getting a completely wrong answer.
And this is why I am worried:
Last year, Punk is taking a big math test - not his first - wasn't like he'd never done it before, so I can't blame naivete'. The question goes something like this:
It takes 1 roll of paper to print 15,000 ten dollar bills. Each ream of paper weighs 26 pounds. You have 1,000,000 in the bank, and would like to withdraw it. The trouble is that your breifcase will only hold 11 pounds at a time. It takes 1 hour to get back and forth between your house and the bank. How much money can you fit into your briefcase at once, and how many hours will it take to make the withdrawl?
For a moment let's ignore the fact, that even M.I.T. doesn't even assign problems this convoluted, and take at face value that most fourth graders are going to attempt a logical response.
Not my kid.
His answer goes something like this:
"Is it a weekday? Because if it is - who cares - I'll just come back tomorrow, I'm in no hurry. Nothing I want costs more than a hundred bucks, and I know that much will fit. Besides, one briefcase full of cash should be enough for anybody. Is anybody really that greedy? If you have that much money you should just share it - why bother coming back at all? And my mom always says your money is safer in the bank anyway."
This is followed by a cartoon of a man with an overflowing breifcase being admonished by an angry mob.
So not only did he make no attempt to actually solve the problem - he wrote down NO numbers whatsoever, dragged my name into his communist response . . . and still got half credit!
And THAT my friends is why I have math phobia this year
But Punk concerns me a bit.
His new school allows for "creative answers." Again - I am totally down with giving credit for somebody who thinks outside of the box . . . but . . . in this class you can actually get credit for coming up with a fantastic theory and still getting a completely wrong answer.
And this is why I am worried:
Last year, Punk is taking a big math test - not his first - wasn't like he'd never done it before, so I can't blame naivete'. The question goes something like this:
It takes 1 roll of paper to print 15,000 ten dollar bills. Each ream of paper weighs 26 pounds. You have 1,000,000 in the bank, and would like to withdraw it. The trouble is that your breifcase will only hold 11 pounds at a time. It takes 1 hour to get back and forth between your house and the bank. How much money can you fit into your briefcase at once, and how many hours will it take to make the withdrawl?
For a moment let's ignore the fact, that even M.I.T. doesn't even assign problems this convoluted, and take at face value that most fourth graders are going to attempt a logical response.
Not my kid.
His answer goes something like this:
"Is it a weekday? Because if it is - who cares - I'll just come back tomorrow, I'm in no hurry. Nothing I want costs more than a hundred bucks, and I know that much will fit. Besides, one briefcase full of cash should be enough for anybody. Is anybody really that greedy? If you have that much money you should just share it - why bother coming back at all? And my mom always says your money is safer in the bank anyway."
This is followed by a cartoon of a man with an overflowing breifcase being admonished by an angry mob.
So not only did he make no attempt to actually solve the problem - he wrote down NO numbers whatsoever, dragged my name into his communist response . . . and still got half credit!
And THAT my friends is why I have math phobia this year
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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