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kinderwaddle

10 May 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: answers, dirt, kindergarten, mentality, random, rocks, school, snot, testing

This wedek was fun. I had the supreme opportunity to test kindergarten students in math an reading. If you have never had this amazing priviledge, you really have not lived. I’m not exactly sure where the word ‘kindergarten’ comes from, and I’m to lazy to look, but I’m thinking it has something to do with the virtual ‘garden’ of different personalities, abilities, and talents of children this age. They are an absolute delight. Well, until they sneeze on your or wipe something foreign on your new favorite skirt. But I digress….

Testing Kinder takes a certain kind of mentality. You can’t really go into it very serious. The test is spelled out as to what the test giver says, but the kinders never seem to have gotten the memo about what they are supposed to say. The following are some actual answers to questions I gave this week, in no apparent order.

Q: Dan was a tall man. His sister Emily wanted an apple she couldn’t reach so Dan got it for her. What did Dan look like?

A: He had on a white shirt, red pants and brown shoes. He had yellow hair and blue eyes.

Q: An adventure is an experience that is new and exciting, like taking a boat down a river or going hiking in the woods for the first time. Use the word Adventure in a sentence.

A: I’m going on a adventure to do mushrooms.

(I had to ask another question here…..)

Q: You are going to do mushrooms?

A: Oh! I mean Marshmallows! (giggles……)

Q: This word is GOOD. Which of these words, boy, bad, mean, cry….are the opposite of Good?

A: Puppy

The student I loved/hated testing the most was very consistent in his answers. For every question on the reading test, he gave the confident answer of ROPE. I’m not exactly sure why he was so obsessed with ROPE, but at least he was consistent. I think he has a very bright future ahead of him. I mean, if you are consistent….that’s really all you need.

Next week we get to do more testing. I think I speak for everyone when I say we truly love testing the kids. It is right up there with waxing my brows or scrapping bunions off my big toe. Nothing compares. I’ll try and keep a notepad handy so I can record some more gems for you all. Until then, if you want to recapture your youth, start saying random things. I’m pretty sure someone with recognize the child in you and send you to time out…If you are lucky….cause I said so.

Photo credit: Google.com

simply irretreevabull

05 May 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: brains, celebate, deadlines, freedom, leonardo dicaprio, lock down, school, semester, sleep, time

Another semester has come and gone. This was my hardest one yet. Somewhere deep down inside, I am either a masochist or a complete loon. I set out to pass 13 credits in 8 weeks. I’ve done 12, so….what’s one more? They told me it was too much but, heck, not for me!

It was too much. I am so burned out I see sun spots when I blink. I survived, but only by the skin of my teeth. (that really sounds sick actually) I didn’t do everything, and I didn’t do great, but I did what I could and I got out of there!

I actually really enjoy school, up to a point. I like socializing, learning, getting positive feedback…..all the good stuff. What I hate is deadlines that come WAY to fast, papers that are on stupid topics (example…let’s write the same paper from three different angles…can you say ‘busy work?’), and not having enough time in the day to get everything done and pee. I swear my kids don’t remember I even live here at this point.

The good news is, I can’t do any more at this point. The semester is locked up and done. And, my next class doesn’t start til Monday morning. Of course, my new teachers are so eager beaver ready to teach me stuff they have already contacted me and given me the super ‘honor’ of starting early. Um….no thanks teacher…I’m gonna enjoy my last few hours of freedom and party up by sleeping! Cause I said so.

photo found at: http://simplyleonardodicaprio.com/news/internet/leonardo-dicaprio-the-gangs-of-ginza-2

hot cross buns

30 Apr 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: aliens, conspiracy theories, demons, divorce, doctor, fairies, footrub, government, lollipop, paper, paperwork, scam

I really hate it when I work at something, diligently, and then have it end up being way harder than I planned.

I have worked hard at school. I mean, I’m not like my mom….or Sheldon Cooper….when it comes to being OCD. (love you both) but, I do carry my weight pretty well. I get good grades in school and all that. I’m perfectly happy with my average ‘A’ grade. A ‘B’ grade doesn’t send me into fits of hysteria.

That being said, I don’t like it when I, an above caveman type person, is forced to deal with situations that make me feel like an idiot. If you haven’t guessed it yet, yes, I’m talking about the government. Who in the world decided we had to fill out and file fifteen forms to do anything from name our goldfish to buy a small island off Texas? Today I was personally responsible for the death of twelve paper-making trees in the rainforest. I needed copies, doubles, triples, etc of everything I did. That is of course after the copier ATE my originals and I had to BUY more. Yeah, our government has quite the scam going. It isn’t all the conspiracy theories and aliens among us and all that stuff, no, it’s driving us all insane with paperwork.

I love paper, as a craft item, or in books, but when it comes to filling out forms….I’d rather have ringworm on my nose. Okay, maybe not REALLY, but…I hate paperwork. When I was a naive teenager, I loved filling out forms and looking all important like….but that all changed when I became responsible for what I was filling out.

I am not sure how they do it, but the ‘paperwork creative fairies …or demons…” have figured out how to make even the smartest person on the planet feel like a one armed ape in a pool of honey when they are filling out a form. Insurance forms, doctors office forms, school enrollment forms, divorce papers…they are all written in that special idiot causing font. I hate them all.

The next time someone tells me to fill out a form, I am going to come back with an incredibly witty response that will render them so impressed and stunned…they will offer to not only fill out the forms FOR me, but they will give me a lollipop and foot rub when they are done. I don’t know what that witty response is, but mark my words…I’ll be lying awake til at least ten pm tonight thinking of it! Cause I said so.

Photo credit: www.rewardscentral.com.au

Tough Nuggies

26 Apr 2013 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: brain, children, chocolate, circus, crying, drain, education, fun, games, learning, pms, school, teachers

Working at an elementary school is a lot like working at a circus. There is a lot of laughing, shouting, running around, and game playing. Once you get outside,it gets even more entertaining.

I love working here. The kids tell me regularly that I am their favorite aide. I wonder why that is? I make them follow the rules, I don’t pick up their garbage, I let them beat me at tetherball, and I kick the ball far so they have to run to get it. Maybe it is the motherly aura that lingers from my own home. I’ve been a mom a long time. My kids would admit to it being as long as they can remember. I guess that is right, although I don’t feel old enough to be a mother to some of them.

I think learning should be fun. I try to make some fun in every lesson I teach, when I’m on the playground, in the lunchroom, and even at the gate when I work the ‘bouncer’ position. My son informed me last night that you can’t learn when you are having fun because ‘learning’ takes ‘effort’ in the brain area and that is hard and not fun, and blah blah blah. I stopped listening because he wasn’t making it funny. He is a smart guy though, so I did ponder it for a few moments before I found chocolate in my bag.

Does learning have to take effort? I beg to differ with my brilliant son. I can remember many times when I thought I was playing a game, or having fun and later realized I learned something. Of course, I can’t remember any of the specifics right NOW, but I promise it happened.

The key to making learning fun is to not make kids cry during the game you are playing. Or is it? Maybe the little girl I made cry today will learn not to be such a bit drama queen and play nice next time. Or maybe, I’ll learn that even when I call someone ‘bratty’ under my breath….they might hear it and cry. Maybe the real lesson here is that I need to eat a whole lot more chocolate on the first day of my cycle before stepping into a third grade class…..cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://www.goodenoughmother.com

shark repellant

22 Apr 2013 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: dream, forgiveness, hate, love, perfect, pms, regret, salvador dali, time

There isn’t much a person can do to make amends when the person they have hurt cannot hear what they say. Heads can be beat against the wall in efforts to communicate, to help, to soften, to clarify…but it all comes to naught when ears cannot hear what they don’t want to hear.

It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t him, it wasn’t her. Timing is everything. Timing can sweep you off your feet and take you where you didn’t know you wanted to go….and maybe, deep inside, knew you shouldn’t go. Timing can turn your heart cold or fire it up too hot. Timing can form regrets, ruin memories,cloud judgement and close minds.

Timing.

Sometimes I think my life is on a big clock, just rolling through space. Every now and then my clock rolls over someone else’s clock and our times match up for a minute. But then, the wind changes and we roll apart again. It’s a Salvador Dali kind of life that I see. As much as I may try to huff and puff my rolling clock next to one I think I’d like to roll with, my clock goes where it wants. All I can do is sit back and enjoy the ride and try to keep from melting off the back of some jungle animal.

Timing.

I don’t have control of the dial or alarm on my clock. I see it ticking by the minutes of my life at times and at other times spinning crazily out of control. When my piano fell on it’s face, my clock stopped for a minute and I watched the slow motion mothers’ curse of what could have happen slink before my mind eyes. It was a surreal moment.

Timing.

I will run out of time one day. We all will. Hopefully, I will have a moment to look back at the path I have traveled and make some sense of the ticks and tocks I have lived. Hopefully I will see a purpose and realize a dream and make a difference to someone somewhere. Hopefully, my sins will be forgiven, my mistakes erased, my good times remembered and my love cherished.

I’m not perfect, I never have been and probably never will be. I’m just trying to use my time the best I can. Its all any of us can do…cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://www.thinkgreek.com

Noit poet

05 Apr 2013 4 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: bradley, dreams, forever, four years, friends, growing old, growing up, kites, losing a friend, love, lovers, school, true love, widow

I am not a poet. I know it. I used to think I was a poet, back when I was in my naive teen years. I would write song lyrics and even some music at times. It was trite, cliche, and typically teen. I read it now and wonder who that person was that wrote it. And why I didn’t keep it up.

April is National Poetry month and I was challenged to put some unique like poetry on my blog so….I wrote this “poem” in honor of tomorrow. Some of you know what tomorrow is and what significance it has to me. Some of you don’t. Let’s just say…four years ago my life changed drastically. Unfortunately, it didn’t make me a better poet. Regardless, I am sharing this poem because I have no illusions that anyone cares enough to criticize it. Feel free to comment tho, it makes me feel like I am alive in the world.

Here it is…..

Four years

Four years can be a lifetime

Eyes bright open, seeing the wonder

Learning to live, to learn, to dream

Four years is a time to play.

Four years can be a lifetime

Friends, clubs, high school dances

What will you be, who will you know

Four years to find your way.

Four years can be a lifetime

Classes, crushes, running out of gas,

Walking for miles, living on loans,

Four years will do they say.

Four years can be a lifetime

Finding true love, moving out alone

Building a life, two become one

Four years never thinking to stray.

Four years can be a lifetime

Baby giggles, staying up late

Walking to everywhere, saving for more

Four years can make you pray

Four years can be a lifetime

Jobs, moves, learning to stretch

Learning to roll and to bend and to fold

Four years to count blessings, every day

Four years can be a lifetime

Leading, guiding, sharing the light

Hoping our sacrifice comes back to save

Four years can be a joyful foray

Four years can be a lifetime

Looking for answers to questions unasked

Feeling the void, the quiet, the still.

Wishing for just one year more

Four years can be too long to be brave.

By Beckie Cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kite_flying.jpg

Propa gandolf

04 Apr 2013 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie Tags: bald, comb, crazy, drunkards, hair, people, pictures, relationships, self-respect, single, worry

I worry about people. Seriously, it keeps me awake some nights. Okay, maybe that is my Netflix addiction, but during the canned laughter I am worrying. All in all, people are very strange. It is amazing how our species has lasted this long. There are many different topics I could address on this theme, but the one I am thinking about today is singles ads.

I made the mistake of signing up for a certain single site that shall remain nameless (5 letters, starts with Z) I signed up about a year ago, before I went ‘un-single’ and I can’t make it stop. Seriously, I have tried to get rid of the app for over ten months now and it won’t go away. It is like a ….something that won’t go away….and It won’t. Yes, I’m tired.

I tried calling the company and apple and iTunes and my IT contacts….and it won’t die.

I have to admit, I do look at the flirts I get now and then, but hear me out before you judge me. I don’t look at them to find someone, I look at them to brighten my day and add that certain air of mystery that can only come from looking at singles pictures.

Let’s just think about the whole process. You are single. You don’t want to be. You find a singles site and you build a profile. Age, city, non-smoker, job, nothing unusual here…..okay, time for the picture. I know, let’s get that awesome picture Uncle Eddy took of you when you were flat on your back in a pile of your own underwear, drunk off your butt. Yeah! That will have the women lining up at your profile, begging for a good time. Heck, they will start proposing to YOU! It’ll be a dream come true!

Not. I’m not kidding. Some of the pictures on the profiles I have seen lead me to question……what would a BAD picture look like? If this is you, looking GOOD? I’m terrified. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about a person being ‘ugly.’ I’m not that kind of person. No, I’m talking about pictures that show guys with their tongues hanging out and their eyes glassed over. Pictures so fuzzy, you wonder if the old woman holding the camera was actually having a stroke while she took the picture. Pictures that beg the questions….’is that a prison cot in the background?’

Guys, I’m no relationship expert, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and give some unsolicited advice. Do yourself a favor and shower, comb what hair you have left in some direction, put a fricken shirt ON, and get someone that hasn’t drunk an entire case of Bud to take a picture of you that makes you look like you have had a job at one point in your life and you aren’t on American’s most wanted top ten.

Maybe you will get a flirt back, maybe a phone number, and maybe, just maybe….you won’t be blocked from every female single in your state. Cause I said so.

Photo credit: Google And I wanted one that showed how truly awful some of the pictures I see are, but alas, they have locked them all onto the single sites. I can’t find any on google, but this woman was kind enough to pose for me. Imagine her as a man….fuzzier, hairier, and slouchier….there you go.

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