This is a repost from the blog of a friend of mine, but it was too right to leave as a hidden gem.
Here is an explanation of the school homework policy for the average student. Students should not spend more than ninety minutes per night. This time should be budgeted in the following manner if the student desires to achieve moderate to good grades in his/her classes.
15 minutes looking for assignment.
11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment.
23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children.
8 minutes in the bathroom.
10 minutes getting a snack.
7 minutes checking the TV Guide.
6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment.
10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the assignment.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
PR
If ever there was a list of publicists who were worth their weight in gold, Tom Cruise's guy or gal has to have a lock on the top spot. For a while there, I fully believed that Tom had caught a bad case of the crazies. His couch-jumping, Oprah-throttling, Matt-belittling, Brooke-shaming, Scientology-theologizing shenanigans had me all but signing off on him.
But lately, he has seemed, well....likable.
He went on the Today show and apologized to Matt. He reconciled with Brooke, made an appearance on Oprah and respectfully comforted his fellow Scientologist on the loss of his son.
Sure, he was the only actor who didn't use a German accent while playing a German soldier in a movie about Hitler. But, he did do this in Tropic Thunder.
Maybe it's just me, but he's seeming pretty darn normal again. And honestly, I'm glad.
But lately, he has seemed, well....likable.
He went on the Today show and apologized to Matt. He reconciled with Brooke, made an appearance on Oprah and respectfully comforted his fellow Scientologist on the loss of his son.
Sure, he was the only actor who didn't use a German accent while playing a German soldier in a movie about Hitler. But, he did do this in Tropic Thunder.
Maybe it's just me, but he's seeming pretty darn normal again. And honestly, I'm glad.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Potty 101
So, Caeden has begun potty training. I'm still figuring out how to successfully orchestrate this whole business.
Seriously, how can you get the boy to the pot every 15 minutes and still have other things that you accomplish in your day? And yet EVERY TIME I take him to do the deed, he's already been wet.
Who piddles every 15 minutes or less?
Apparently he must do better at daycare because I have yet to hear the blessed tinkle tinkle of potty actually being deposited in the correct spot. However, he has not only piddled in the pot at daycare, but he has also dropped the proverbial #2.
He must like her better than me.
Seriously, how can you get the boy to the pot every 15 minutes and still have other things that you accomplish in your day? And yet EVERY TIME I take him to do the deed, he's already been wet.
Who piddles every 15 minutes or less?
Apparently he must do better at daycare because I have yet to hear the blessed tinkle tinkle of potty actually being deposited in the correct spot. However, he has not only piddled in the pot at daycare, but he has also dropped the proverbial #2.
He must like her better than me.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The Night Before Christmas
This is what it looks like when you try to get four children, all aged 2 or under, to pose for a Christmas photo in their cute Christmas jammies.
From L to R:
Parker: Are you my mommy? Where'd my mommy go?
Caeden: Seriously guys?
Avery: You can make me sit here, but you can't make me look at the camera.
Grant: GET ME OUTTA HERE!
From L to R:
Parker: Are you my mommy? Where'd my mommy go?
Caeden: Seriously guys?
Avery: You can make me sit here, but you can't make me look at the camera.
Grant: GET ME OUTTA HERE!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
More Christmas Snapshots
Quite possibly the most fun thing we did on vacation in NE was to play with a paintball gun. The game started out with my younger sister & her friend running around on foot while Aaron hid behind various objects and jumped out to shoot them with paint balls. Eventually, the two girls decided to jump on the four-wheeler and run around that way.
The Prey.
The Aftermath.
The Prey.
The Predator.
The Hunt.
The Head Shot.
The Aftermath.
Something Old, Something New
Two of my recent favorite things:
Although it's been around for a while, I have rediscovered Amy Winehouse's "You Know I'm No Good." It's worth adding to your playlist. Also, "Clumsy" by Fergie gets an honorable mention.
My second favorite thing ("Clumsy" is not officially a favorite thing) is "Slumdog Millionaire." If you only get to one movie this holiday, make sure it's "Slumdog." (Okay, truth be told, I've only been to one movie this holiday and it was "Slumdog," but I'm fairly sure I'd have the same opinion even if I'd seen others.) You may not have heard of this sleeper flick, but it's worth the price of admission. For those of you who don't like hearing about a movie before you see it, stop reading here.
For the rest of you...
It's a story about a man from India who is on the Indian version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" (which they pronounce Milan-are, like the people who live in Milan are). This kid is from the slums and so everyone thinks that he can't possibly know the answers to questions that lawyers, businessmen, and doctors don't know. Throughout the movie he continues to answer questions correctly, while the film flashbacks to the various, mostly tragic, situations that taught him the answers to the quiz show trivia. An interesting juxtaposition is the way the crowd wildly cheers for the main character when he answers each question correctly after the movie-goer has just seen the--usually horrific--circumstances that led up to his answer.
Also, just for kicks, check out "Booty Song" by Tim Wilson on playlist.
Although it's been around for a while, I have rediscovered Amy Winehouse's "You Know I'm No Good." It's worth adding to your playlist. Also, "Clumsy" by Fergie gets an honorable mention.
My second favorite thing ("Clumsy" is not officially a favorite thing) is "Slumdog Millionaire." If you only get to one movie this holiday, make sure it's "Slumdog." (Okay, truth be told, I've only been to one movie this holiday and it was "Slumdog," but I'm fairly sure I'd have the same opinion even if I'd seen others.) You may not have heard of this sleeper flick, but it's worth the price of admission. For those of you who don't like hearing about a movie before you see it, stop reading here.
For the rest of you...
It's a story about a man from India who is on the Indian version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" (which they pronounce Milan-are, like the people who live in Milan are). This kid is from the slums and so everyone thinks that he can't possibly know the answers to questions that lawyers, businessmen, and doctors don't know. Throughout the movie he continues to answer questions correctly, while the film flashbacks to the various, mostly tragic, situations that taught him the answers to the quiz show trivia. An interesting juxtaposition is the way the crowd wildly cheers for the main character when he answers each question correctly after the movie-goer has just seen the--usually horrific--circumstances that led up to his answer.
Also, just for kicks, check out "Booty Song" by Tim Wilson on playlist.
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