The other day I said something that I thought was so clever that I'm going to repeat it on my blog:
"I think people hate that man the way people love unicorns. It's sort of magic."
I'm clever on-the-spot about once a year. So I have to document it when it happens.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Stolen Quote #31
Last night was Parent Teacher Conference. We weaseled our way out of Miciah's, but Elijah's was mandatory.
Outside the room on a little table, the kids' journals were out. We flipped through Elijah's and were disheartened by how many journal entries were about the wii / video games / computer games. This is why the wii gets banned on a bi-weekly basis. The kid just can't regulate himself. (Right now, though, the wii is broken, and I'm not in an extraordinary hurry to replace the broken part.)
Displayed on the wall above the little table was a little party hat for each child. They each had written a goal for the new year, then colored the party hat in whatever way they liked. Elijah's, of course, was solid green. Here are some of the 1st graders' New Years Resolutions: Be nicer to my family. Play less video games. Load and unload the dishwasher. Keep my [school discipline] card on green. Be smart.
What Elijah said:
"Never get my card flipt and be smart."
Not a bad goal. I approve. (He's already had his card flipped once in 2011. But only once.)
Our favorite New Years Resolution was written by Elijah's classmate named Brooke:
"Stop picking my lips. Stop picking my nose. And being nicer to my family."
Excellent, excellent goals.
Outside the room on a little table, the kids' journals were out. We flipped through Elijah's and were disheartened by how many journal entries were about the wii / video games / computer games. This is why the wii gets banned on a bi-weekly basis. The kid just can't regulate himself. (Right now, though, the wii is broken, and I'm not in an extraordinary hurry to replace the broken part.)
Displayed on the wall above the little table was a little party hat for each child. They each had written a goal for the new year, then colored the party hat in whatever way they liked. Elijah's, of course, was solid green. Here are some of the 1st graders' New Years Resolutions: Be nicer to my family. Play less video games. Load and unload the dishwasher. Keep my [school discipline] card on green. Be smart.
What Elijah said:
"Never get my card flipt and be smart."
Not a bad goal. I approve. (He's already had his card flipped once in 2011. But only once.)
Our favorite New Years Resolution was written by Elijah's classmate named Brooke:
"Stop picking my lips. Stop picking my nose. And being nicer to my family."
Excellent, excellent goals.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Stolen Quote #30
"To bring up a child in the way he should go, travel that way yourself once in a while."
- stolen from Josh Billings (1818 - 1885), American humorist
He has a nice stash of quotes. Like this one:
“Some folks are wise and some otherwise.”
- stolen from Josh Billings (1818 - 1885), American humorist
He has a nice stash of quotes. Like this one:
“Some folks are wise and some otherwise.”
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sometimes Life Drives Me Crazy!
Sometimes I wake up and it just doesn't seem like this is what I want. (What is "this" anyway, and why is it worth fighting for?) I've built my life around these ideals, these ideas, and usually it's crystal clear to me why I'm doing it all. But sometimes I wake up and it's all a mess. I don't want to live my life, I don't want to even think about my life. I'm all anger and disappointment and blah.
I've learned, on days like this, to just keep moving. Keep doing what I know will make me happy in the long-term, even if I'm unhappy in the short-term. I know that a few days later I will be glad that I didn't screw over my life because I had one down day. And usually I'll realize that it wasn't any outside force making me unhappy, and truly, I wasn't unhappy at all. Just down for a day.
Sometimes it seems very important to me, that I don't know what's going on. Shouldn't it be important that I hate my life?! ... It would be important, if it wasn't such a silly thing. I can't even identify what it is that I'm hating. I think sometimes I just hate the routine.
I've always hated routine. I cringe at the word. In High School I would nearly get lost traveling on roads that I didn't know. I just couldn't stand going the same way home every day. When I had a baby and they talked about routine being a baby's best friend, I wanted to die. Why would my baby love routine when I don't?! And even still, I have days when I beg Rob to do something with me that doesn't make any sense, just because it's not what we normally do.
Problem: Rob isn't spontaneous or excitable. Which isn't a problem at all, really. In fact, it's why I married him! He's steady, 100% of the time. He'll always be where he should be, when he should be. Always. It's a little boring, but it's so not what I am, and I need it. But sometimes I want Rob to just DO something or BE something that he's not.
Maybe it's a game? Maybe I just want to see if he can do it?
Sometimes he comes through. Sometimes we do something fun and illogical and counter-productive. Sometimes he comes home bouncy and fun and dancing and crazy. But sometimes nothing changes at all. And then I just get over it and move on and it's not a big deal in the end.
What's wrong with me?! Something must be wrong with me.
I've learned, on days like this, to just keep moving. Keep doing what I know will make me happy in the long-term, even if I'm unhappy in the short-term. I know that a few days later I will be glad that I didn't screw over my life because I had one down day. And usually I'll realize that it wasn't any outside force making me unhappy, and truly, I wasn't unhappy at all. Just down for a day.
Sometimes it seems very important to me, that I don't know what's going on. Shouldn't it be important that I hate my life?! ... It would be important, if it wasn't such a silly thing. I can't even identify what it is that I'm hating. I think sometimes I just hate the routine.
I've always hated routine. I cringe at the word. In High School I would nearly get lost traveling on roads that I didn't know. I just couldn't stand going the same way home every day. When I had a baby and they talked about routine being a baby's best friend, I wanted to die. Why would my baby love routine when I don't?! And even still, I have days when I beg Rob to do something with me that doesn't make any sense, just because it's not what we normally do.
Problem: Rob isn't spontaneous or excitable. Which isn't a problem at all, really. In fact, it's why I married him! He's steady, 100% of the time. He'll always be where he should be, when he should be. Always. It's a little boring, but it's so not what I am, and I need it. But sometimes I want Rob to just DO something or BE something that he's not.
Maybe it's a game? Maybe I just want to see if he can do it?
Sometimes he comes through. Sometimes we do something fun and illogical and counter-productive. Sometimes he comes home bouncy and fun and dancing and crazy. But sometimes nothing changes at all. And then I just get over it and move on and it's not a big deal in the end.
What's wrong with me?! Something must be wrong with me.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Stolen Quote #29
"Every gun that is fired, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. The world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children."
-stolen from Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890 - 1969), in The Arms Race
-stolen from Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890 - 1969), in The Arms Race
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