Thursday, May 29, 2008

Hallelujah and Amen

They're DONE!!!!!!!

Okay...if you are asking, "What's done?!?" you are obviously guilty of not reading my blog enough. So, I won't tell you outright. But I will give you some hints. It involves several used-up red pens, lots of bad grammar, and many doses of Tylenol. Oh, and seven weeks of my life that I can never get back! But I am so happy they are done!

P.S. I know at this point, you may be worried about me and wonder, "What will she do with all her free time now? Will she be able to handle having weekends free of red ink?" Never fear, my dear blog readers. You see, now I have the opportunity to catch up on all that work I assigned but didn't get a chance to grade and enter every assignment for every student individually into our convenient online grading system. Oh, and final exams started today, so I get to grade hundreds of those, too. Oh, and then I can ease my pain by computing yearly grade averages for each student. And don't even get me started on the fun I plan to have packing up my classroom. So, don't worry! And did I mention that I get a whole week to do all of this? Piece of cake after the past seven weeks.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

No Autographs, Please

Okay, I have teased you just long enough...
Time for some healthy laughter!
(You will understand the significance if you read the below descriptions from yesterday.)

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

It's Just Not Nice to Tease

This posting is just to establish content for tomorrow's posting...just to explain some important likes in this family. I know that many of you have been extremely patient; my posts have been infrequent and not too thrilling. Well, if you want to be entertained, tomorrow's posting may just deliver if you want a good laugh.

So here are your teasers...

Teaser #1: For those of you that don't know...I am a singer and I have a degree in music as well as English. Growing up, since the moment I saw the film Grease at age seven, I was in love with Olivia Newton-John. In love. As in, every time I saved up enough of my allowance, I would but a new Olivia album at Drug Fair, a store that had several older albums for as low as $3.77. In my earliest fantasies, I wanted to be Olivia. I memorized all of her songs, and every time I was asked to sing a solo, I chose an Olivia song. Naturally, my first solo in front of the entire elementary school was "Xanadu." And when I won a statewide essay contest at age ten, the local paper's headline read: She'd Like to Sing Like Olivia. I adored the purity of Olivia's voice and her wholesome demeanor (that is, until the whole "Physical" era arrived; it's hard to believe that song was ever considered scandalous compared with today's standards). As I grew older, I respected the woman she had become even more; she supports many philanthropic and environmental causes, and her fight with breast cancer was nothing less than inspiring. You can just imagine what I was like the first time Eric took me to see her in concert; she actually entered the stage to "Xanadu," and I couldn't see or speak for the first several songs through my tears. So, that is your teaser #1.

Teaser #2 is much less emotional but still fun. Cameron is really into the old-school versions of Scooby-Doo right now, and he recently borrowed Scooby-Doo Meets Batman from our library. He can talk in Scooby-speak, and knows more trivia from the shows than I ever did (and I watched them the first time around). And sometimes he even pretends to be a part of the Scooby clan and ride around in the Mystery Machine. Which takes us to...

...Teaser #3. If you read my previous post regarding Connor's babyhood, you know that I was holding my breath in case he was as colicky as his brother. But then a funny thing happened. He wasn't! In fact, I deemed him my "angel baby" those first few months because he was so good. And what a fantasy-come-true that was!

Okay, friends...those are your only clues. You will have to wait until tomorrow to see the reason for this preview of sorts. But until then? Feel free to guess!

P.S. No, my research papers are not all graded yet, but thanks for asking.

Friday, May 16, 2008

That's not what my high school friends would say...

According to this online quiz, I am only 18% Geek. Hmmmm. That must only be because the questions never asked if I ever wore a hat with a plume in the marching band, if I used to own socks that matched every shirt in my wardrobe, if I know every Barry Manilow song by heart, if I correct people's grammar (in my head, of course) ad nauseum, or if I cry whenever one of my boys outgrows his cute clothing and I have to pack it away. I guess those things only make me a 100% dork.

By the way...since I'm still grading research papers in my "spare" moments (which I am certain -- despite these quiz results -- is a tremendously geeky way to spend my weekends), and I don't have as much time to devote to my blog, feel free to entertain me with your thoughts: What do you do that is geeky (or dorky)?

Sunday, May 11, 2008

"Happy Mudder's Day"... my little boys say. In all honesty, my Mother's Day was spent grading research papers. As have all my weekends for the past month. And the month to come. And the rest of my life -- oh, so maybe that is going a bit too far, but that is what it feels like. Please bear with me through this time of research papers (or rather "R.P.," which eerily looks a bit like "R.I.P." Coincidence?). My posts may be lame, few and far between, and unfunny. But it's all for a good cause, right? I mean, I'm sure that my students will exhibit the utmost respect and appreciation when they receive their papers back with all of my terrific suggestions for improvement. At least I have had enough sense to make up one important rule in the past: no throwing your graded research paper in the trash in my presence.

All that aside, I did receive some pretty wonderful acknowledgements this time around. So I will post them for all to see (and for me to see when I am at work and would rather be with my little men).

Cameron came home from preschool Friday and said that this time I was not allowed in his bookbag. This morning, I received my big surprise:

That is me and Cameron in the drawing (I guess I was having a bad hair day in this picture).

And this was wrapped up with the card; his picture is inside the flower. How cute!

Daddy took Cameron to the park last weekend for a Mother's Day craft, and he painted this pot, decorated it, and planted it all by himself.

And these came yesterday from all my men. It was a lovely gesture since I am not even Eric's mom, and I have a feeling Connor didn't call the florist all by himself. In fact, I also got a new CD I have been wishing for (yes, some people still buy a store! Shhhh....), a book by one of my favorite authors, and even a card from the kitty! This morning, Cameron asked me if today was "Mudder's Day," and when I said, "yes," he asked, "But when is Children's Day?" I used that one when I was a kid, too. So I told him the same thing my parents told me: "EVERY DAY is Children's Day!" :)

Monday, May 5, 2008

Little Pumpkin, Full of Grace

My parents taught my brother and me to say grace before every meal as little kids, so I naturally wanted to pass that tradition on to my children. Until last week, Connor's involvement was a resounding "A-men!" in unison with us at the end of the prayer. But he surprised us the other day with this, so I had to ask for an encore and catch it on tape.

By the way, don't be embarrassed to tell me that you can't understand what he is saying. And also, don't be embarrassed to tell me that this isn't the most original of dinnertime prayers. I am totally aware that that is probably the case on both accounts. But we know what he's saying, and I am just thrilled that he is learning good habits early. However, if you have a great prayer to pass on, feel free to share! In the meantime, here is a translation (in case you don't already know it by heart):

God is great; God is good, and we thank him for our food.

By his grace must all be fed; give us, Lord, our daily bread.


Friday, May 2, 2008

My Little Star

Connor has become quite the little singer/songwriter. He sings songs often (especially in his crib when he wakes in the morning) and throughout the day. Sometimes they are obvious songs we all know...sometimes, not so much. But I prefer to think of him as our little budding songwriter. It's not nonsense singing. It's "experimental."

Anyway, here's one I am sure you can identify. Feel free to sing along!