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(originally posted 2/07)

 

I am not a big traditionalist.  I pride myself on being pragmatist and a realist, in much the vein of John Dewey.  For the most part, I think that evolution and change are generally good for mankind and our progress as a society.  There are a couple of things from “the good old days” that I think are useful and positive. 

One of these is a family eating meals together.  I was flabbergasted when I taught.  So many of my kids never sat down to a meal with their families.  Some would on special occasions and holidays, but many, not even then.  There were a few of my kids who actually did have nightly meals with their families.  And you know what?  I could point them out.  Without being told.  I would know who these kids were.  They were the kids who cared about their grades and were well-behaved. 

I don’t want to hear the old excuses of no time, too busy, it’s easier, etc.  My gramma worked from 7 a.m. until 4 p.m. every day of the week.  On her feet.  Waiting tables or cooking in a day care.  She also took the bus to work and home, so she was up very early and home around 5:30.  She cooked a hot meal EVERY night.  We sat down at a table and ate a meal together.  We discussed our days.  She asked us about school and our teachers. We told her about upcoming tests, papers, and other assignments.  This continued until I was in college.  She and Kelli still sat down and ate. We had open communication at this dinner table.  We talked about sex.  We talked about fights with friends.  She told us about kids and people at work.  Kelli and I cleaned up afterwards. 

Do you know how hard it was to sit down at that table after she worked hard all day and tell her I got in trouble for talking at school?  All I had to do was go to school and behave.  (Okay, that is harder than it seems, especially for me.)  I think this is what kept me on track academically and behaviorally (for the most part).  Knowing I had to come home and be accountable for my behavior and my day.  That is missing for most of our kids.  They are not accountable or responsible for themselves.  Society and adults make too many excuses for our kids. A lot of them have difficult circumstances.  I don’t doubt that or deny it. I came from a family of difficult circumstances.   

We need to quit allowing our kids to develop a victim mentality.  They will have struggles and strife all of their lives.  Be held accountable for their personal behavior and their own grades is not asking too much of ANY child.  I don’t expect all children to make A’s and B’s.  I don’t expect them all to go to college.  However, I do expect them all to do all of the work assigned to them. I will expect my children to give 100% while they are at work. I give 100% while I am at work, and I have worked at jobs I hate.  Kids are going to have teachers they have personality clashes with.  They are going to have assignments they hate and don’t want to do. SO?  How many of us have task and duties to perform in our daily jobs?  ALL of us!  This just prepares them for life. 

Make your kid sit down with you at night and have a meal.  Sit down and have breakfast.  Make them accountable for themselves.  Teach them to be accountable adults and contributing members of society.  This is an old-fashion idea that still has a place today.  If you aren’t sitting down and having a meal with your family, start.  Start small.  Work up to every night.  It will be worth it. 

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ARGHHH!

I am so frustrated! I hate it when people don’t use the door on their right for entering and exiting.  WHY???  We DRIVE on the right side of the road. It’s common. MOST doors have ENTER and EXIT clearly marked on them. I was at the Colonial Center and I was walking to the right on a set of stairs.  This girl coming up to leave was on HER left MY right.  I just stayed right where I was and made her move to HER side of the stairs.  She did.  BUT, she looked at me like I was the one in the wrong.  I use  the correct door when I am entering and exiting.  I walk to the right in the mall and on stair ways.  I will stand still and make some one go around me.  I do it to my students all the time. BUT, I am also teaching them to walk to the right and to use the doors on the right.  Yes, yes, I know that some people are from other countries where that’s not the custom.  WE ARE IN AMERICA WHERE IT IS A GENERAL CUSTOM.

PLEASE use the correct doors.  Thank you.

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I stole this idea from Melida Register.  Her list was really good.  I think mine is okay, but her’s is better! 

These are the things  wanna do in 2008.  THEY ARE NOT RESOLUTIONS.  More like Goals or Objectives.

1.  Start working on National Board Certification

2. Buy (and ride) a new bicycle

3. Have sex (preferrably with someone I am dating, and not myself.)

4.  Buy a Blackberry

5. Buy a laptop

6. Redecorate this house

7. Read a book a week.  Starting January 1.

8. Wash my car at least once a month

9.  Go to church more often, maybe a new church

10.  See the Foo Fighters in concert

11.  Get my S.C.U.B.A. certification

12. Travel more

13.  Take a photography class

14. Take the LSAT.  I don’t want to go to law school.  I really just want to know that I can.

15.  Have more parties at my house.

16.  Drink more water

17. Vote  for the first African American President

18.  Volunteer more time to worthy causes

19.  Kiss someone at midnight on New Year’s Eve

20.  Eat more fruit

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I do love kids. I am a teacher. I love the kids I teach–even the bad ones!  It’s these parents who make me crazy!  My kids have these parents who can’t be bothered to discipline their children.  They talk a big game, but the kids rule their homes.  Kids really do crave structure and discipline.  A lot of my students have NO consequences for poor behavior or school performance.  One of my students was recently sent to foster care because her parents didn’t send her to school.  She is a sweet, smart girl who actually wants to be at school.  These parents have evaded legal proceedings regarding truancy in several other states!  The home visit our social worker and parent liaison went on showed the kids and parents were living in squalor. A LOT of my students are very intelligent, but school is not a priority for them because their parents don’t make it one.  It saddens me to think about what these kids could achieve if they’d drawn a better lot in life.  I know that plenty of people overcome tremendous obstacles to achieve in life.  I am one of them.  I also know how hard life is for kids in today’s society.  They deal with things that I’ll never have to deal with.  It is hard to worry about doing a science project or math homework when you’re wondering where your homeless family is going to spend the night that night. 

Then there are the other parents who want to let their kids “be free” or whatever.  I can not STAND to see kids running around in a restaurant.  It makes me INSANE!  Jill is always afraid that I am going to embarrass her and say something to these people.  It does take all of my self control not to.  Tonight at Moe’s there was a table of four “moms”.  Next to them was the table with 6 kids, sitting alone.  This would be fine, except the oldest one couldn’t have been more than FIVE!!!  HELLO???  The moms were just chatting away not paying a lick of attention.  They were sitting near the door.  It would have been easy for some fucked up pervert to walk out with one.  I had to stop on my way out to let the entire peewee entourage parade by me. I was standing RIGHT BESIDE  the moms’ table.  Not one parent told the kids to sit down, not run around, etc.    If I had EVER acted like that as a child, my gramma would have never taken me out in public again.  She TAUGHT us how we were supposed to behave.   

Gramma always thought I was too hard on my niece, Claire.  She is very willful and hard-headed.  She absolutely needs definite parameters on how she is to behave and what is expected of her.  If I ever do have kids, I know I will be firm with them, but you can be firm and loving.  I think Jill does a great job of this with her daughter.  Her child knows what is expected of her because Jill conveys this to her going into any situation.  I may not have kids, but I do know how children should behave.  I do know that PARENTS should be in charge of CHILDREN and not vice versa.  I do know that children should be taught to be self-sufficient and independent.  There is nothing wrong with chores and responsibility at any age.  

One day, I will snap and tell Muffy to take her kids, Mary Lucas and Timber, and go home until they ALL know how to behave in public! 

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2008

I am really ready for the next year to get here.  2007 has been very stressful for me.  There has been good stress and bad stress.  The biggest life changes this year were moving, changing my career (again, back to teaching) and then THE HOBB dying. 

I guess for some people moving isn’t that big of a change, but I am one of those rare people who lived in the same house for 25 of my 38 years.  I did have a different place to live each year in college, but those were not my permanent addresses.   I hate moving. I hate packing. It just sucks ass.  I DO like that i purge quite a bit when I move.  THE HOBB did not.  I am still trying to decide whether to stay in this house I am in now, or move.  Part of me wants a clean start in a new house. Another part is too lazy and overwhelmed to think about moving.  And yet another part doesn’t want to live where Gram died.  I am a bit fearful that lazy and overwhelmed will win! Although, I do like this house a lot, and it’s in a neighborhood that I really like.  So, maybe I will just stay put until I find the house I really want.  I actually thought about renting my friend Mettler’s house when he moves away for a new job, but that seems to be on hold. Plus, I don’t want his ass coming back to Columbia and kicking me out and having to move AGAIN.  I am a renter. I want to be a renter. I do NOT like the stress of household repairs and upkeep. I do LIKE being able to call the landlord and say, “Hey, the heating and air unit is busted, ” and they send someone to fix it.  I would like a house to rent that I am going to be able to rent until A) (and most likely) I die, or B) I get married and live with my betrothed.  Since I am not even able to get a date these days, I don’t see that as a big  concern.

In 2008, I want things to really turn around and be fun for me.  I want this to be the year of Kim and the year of Jill.  We have both had so much shit over the past couple of years, that we REALLY deserve to have our own year where it ALL goes right!  I am in a job that I love, so that part is covered. Now, I just want to travel and do things with my friends.  I have been unable to travel just to Charlotte to see friends because I was afraid to leave Gramma.  I want this to be the year where my only worry is whether or not Annie can remember to come take care of the dogs and pick up the mail when I am out and about travelling the roads.  I want to meet the man of my dreams and fall madly, crazily in love.  I want to get in to shape and take care of me for a change.  I want to spend my Saturdays running around to garage sales and flea markets and digging in my yard, or simply sitting on my couch with my cats and good book.  For the past 15 years or so, all of my decisions and plans were made around Gramma, even before she was sick.  I didn’t mind this, but I AM truly looking forward to living my own life in the way I want.  This will be my year. I am ready for it.  I will take the next one and some odd days to revel and be he old Kim, but as of January 1, 2008, it’s all about me.   

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so, i am in love with some stuff right now:

 egg salad sandwiches

geranium candle from aveda

nonfiction

teaching 7th grade

new fall line-up

ergolavo

the ever-diminishing football season

mucinex (but not the extra strength bc it made me LOOOPY. okay, the extra strength, but not on workdays!)

matt dillon

crazy kittens

spinach veggie bites

learning spanish

chapstick

ginger ale

meerkat manor

stickin’ it to the man

my new clark’s sandals

reduced fat ruffles

packing my lunch

dannon naturals peach yogurt

vitamin water – power c flavor

my new tree earrings

wasabi soy almonds

febreeze plug ins

chicken tacos

bean dip

crab dip

my new teacher roller tote (i am so old)

john stewart

barack obama

collecting boxtops for education

the hawk living in my ‘hood

the thought of a new car

my crazy gramma

the fair is just a  couple of weeks away!

eating lunch with my students

things i am not loving:

the drought that is my love life

THE HOBB being sick(er)

catchig up on bills

my sad, sick subaru

cleaning

humidity

whatever is blooming and making me nuts

summer ending

giving my kitties away

football season

needing a pedicure

all the shit weighing my students down and holding them back

the state of the union

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Rikki Tikki Tumor

(this is probably my most favorite blog ever.  i still laugh when i read it.  originally posted December 11, 2007.)

So, it’s official.  I have a brain tumor.  Okay.  Okay.  Maybe “official” is stretching things as I have yet to get a doctor’s diagnosis, but I know what I know.  I have had this brain tumor for many years.  It is so obvious to me now…

The Tumor has been the cause of numerous migraines.  I am sure it has caused other headaches too, all coming after I have had far too much vodka.  Damned tumor.

Aside from the pain, is the more important side effect of erratic, irrational and foolish behavior.  The Tumor prevents me from keeping my check book properly up to date, resulting in a bounced check or two over the years.

The Tumor has definitely caused me to kiss the wrong boys.   And not kiss the right ones.  Sometimes The Tumor so affects me that I *might* have done some other unsavory acts with some of these wrong boys.  The Tumor also causes me to like kissing these boys.  It’s The Tumor. I’m not to be blamed.

The Tumor has caused me to quit wonderful jobs which I love (teaching) and go back to crappy jobs I never really liked (paralegal).  The Tumor is a treacherous and unpredictable wretch.

Once The Tumor even caused me to fall in love for four years and waste all of my good years on one boy, when I had many other suitors.  The Tumor doesn’t care about heart break and misery. The Tumor lives for it.

The Tumor often causes me to drink too much, stay out too late and dance too long, leaving me exhausted the next day.  I do love the dancing though.

I believe The Tumor is also the cause of numerous inappopriate drunk texts I have sent in my life time.  Many of you reading this have been recipients of these. My pardons.  The  Tumor you see.

The Tumor causes me to say things that often, people don’t really want to hear.   I call it The Truth.  I catch a lot of grief for telling it like it is, but I don’t think The Tumor cares.  The Tumor is a harbinger of true tidings.  He knows no other way.

I am sure The Tumor is to blame for a lot of my personality flaws.  Flaws such as my jealousy, my profanity, my affinity for the naughty.  Hey, The Tumor ain’t all bad.

The Tumor also makes me a picky eater.  I don’t like grits, donuts or ice cream.  I hate sweet tea.  Blame The Tumor.

The Tumor also prevents me from turning pets away.  This is why I have 2 cats and 2 dogs.  Apparently it also prevents me from turning away old ladies, as I have 2 of those also.

Sometimes, The Tumor makes it difficult for me to sympathize with people. The Tumor makes it hard for me to feel sorry for people sometimes who make stupid choices, who can’t accept reality, who are just plain foolish. 

One of the major side effects of The Tumor is that I spend too much money.  I spend it on shoes, books, food, my friends, my family, tee shirts, trail mix, unsweetened iced teas, and a myriad other things.  The Tumor will break me.

There is no end to what The Tumor is responsible for.  I think The Tumor may be behind my television addiction as well.  The Tumor may even feed off of the television. 

Perhaps The Tumor is the cause of my insomnia after all these years.  The Tumor doesn’t need sleep. 

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(originally posted january 17, 2007, but I think it warrants a repost)

The Polygamy of Women.  This is something Jill and I have bandied about repeatedly throughout the years.  Men, although, they may want variety in the number of sexual partners they have, they really can be taken care of by one wife.  Women on the other hand have a much broader need for a variety of men.  Not for sex, well not for sex alone.  Women need many husbands*+ to perform many duties:

The Fixer:  This husband is in charge of fixing the broken stuff around the house.  Loose doorknob?  He’s on it.  Need a light bulb changed?  He’s your man.  The Fixer should not be confused with The Builder (See Below). The Fixer only fixes things made by other people.  He does not create.  (Disclaimer: Often The Fixer and The Builder CAN be found in the same man)

The Builder:  The Builder is the one who makes things for you and the house. He makes the lovely garden bench for the back yard.  He can whip up a set of bookshelves in a heartbeat.  If you want to lay down hardwood floors, he can get the fixer to help him.  He is not just a handy man, like The Fixer; he is a craftsman, an artist of sorts.  Often, he, The Fixer and The Decorator can work together to complete fabulous projects in the home.

The Adventurer:  This husband will go on The Amazing Race with you.  He will tak you S.C.U.B.A. diving in Belize.  You will climb mountains in Germany.    You will take a photo safari to Africa.  He will never grow up, but you will never have a dull moment.

The Chef:  I mean, if you’re going to have a harem, you HAVE to have a chef.  Remember that this husband will be cooking for all of you, so it will be a daunting task, depending upon how many husbands you decide to have.

The Decorator:  Now this husband is certainly a must. He will have your house looking fabulous.  Your furniture will be rich and beautiful, yet useful and family friendly.  Your art will reflect the collective personalities of your family.  You will only sleep on 500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.  You will have state of the art appliances for The Obsessive Compulsive Cleaner (a.k.a. Monk) to keep your house in tip top shape.

The Mechanic:  This is a favorite of all the husbands and the wife.  No one likes to pay a freakin’ mechanic!   And this husband is often a car fanatic anyway, so you’re cars will always be washed as well.

The Lover:  This man will do nothing but pleasure you.  Well, he’ll probably have a “real job”, but his main purpose in life is to bring you to the O, repeatedly.  You need to choose this one carefully, the author suggests “scouting” around until you find the one who blows your mind, then nab him if you can. You, will have sex with the other husbands as well, but this will be the one you crave daily.

The Nurturer: This is the husband who will hold your hand while you’re in labor.  He’ll make sure you have all of your favorite bath scents for your long hot soaks in your fabulous tub that The Decorator picked out for you.  On occasion, he might even keep you company while you soak and relax.  This husband will most likely be the most useful in rearing your children.  He will listen to your complaints about the other husbands and keep you confidence.  He will always remember your birthday and anniversary.  Flowers will arrive for no reason, just because.  Little gifts will appear on your pillow.  He’ll remember that you love tulips and hate roses. 

The Gardener: Although I love to plant things and prune and water my pretty flowers, I do NOT like to mow the lawn or rake.  I would actually more readily mow than rake.  Luckily, I have my allergies to blame for not doing these things.   I don’t even care about weeds in the lawn.  But The Gardener? He will be all over this!  His goals will ensure that you have the greenest lawn in the commune.  Greener and nicer than Hank Hill.   He will prune those hydrangeas and keep the red tips from getting the fungus.  He may even be hot enough to work shirtless.

The Techie:  This little techno geek will keep your stereo, computers, television, mp3 players and other gadgetry  so up to date Steve Jobs will be calling you for advice on the newest and coolest.

The Doctor: Who the hell doesn’t want a doctor in the family for free medical advice and drug samples?

The Obsessive Compulsive Cleaner:  He will clean your house all the time until it’s immaculate!  Need I elaborate further??

The Lawyer: Free legal advice.  Duh.

The Pool Boy: This is the one Jill and I have pondered the most about.  We are constantly scouting out the possibilities.  Rhett helps us, too.  And Jim.  And Sally.  This Husband needs to be young and buff.  He will walk around in a cute box cut bathing suit while he serves us fruity, frozen, liquor drinks. He must also keep my pool a sparkling clear oasis for the family, but mainly for me.

The Intellectual:  Sex isn’t everything (don’t laugh! some people really think this!) and you won’t always want to have it (Again, I have heard this is true.)  When you’re not having sex, or basking in the sun, you will need someone with whom to have an intelligent conversation.  You will want a man who can discuss politics, books, current events, and big ideas.  (WARNING: you don’t want a Mr. Know-It-All.)

The Movie Buff: Not everyone will want this husband.  Not everyone likes to go to movies.  This is interchangeable and could really be called The Favorite Past Time Husband as well.  You might like antiquing, or scrap booking.  Maybe you like to go to karaoke.  Fill in the blanks.

The Masseuse:  The Masseuse.  Who the hell wouldn’t want this?  The Masseuse will keep your back in great health.  You will be relaxed and at ease with the Masseuse.  He will always have your favorite scents burning and maybe even give you a happy ending. Or two. Or three. *Please keep in mind that you may not need all these husbands. Some of the husbands might have dual talents and thus eliminate the need for the number of men in the family.  +Feel free to marry gay men and women if that’s your thing.  Sometimes the gay man will be a wonderful husband in some of the less traditional male roles.

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Last weekend, my niece and I met my friend Jill, and her daughter at Panera Bread. I got a sandwich on some fancy bread, like some asiago cheese and herb ciabatta bread or something similar.  The girl at the register asked me what i wanted for my side:

“What are my choices”, I asked.

“An apple, chips, a wheat roll or a white roll”, she replied, chipperly.

I just looked at her.  “Bread is my side for bread?”

She looked a little taken aback, like *I* was the crazy one.  “Well, yes ma’am.”

I said, “I can understand a roll with my salad or my soup, but with a SANDWICH?  Those are my only choices?”

I was floored. Who in the hell wants more bread with a very bready sandwich? “I don’t want anything. I don’t really want bread with my bread.”

I mean, I could have gotten apple or chips, but I have braces, so an apple is really out of the question.  Chips aren’t really the healthy choice right?

I think she was a little ticked off at me because I found bread as my side to be a little insane. NOTE TO SELF: get soup and a salad next time.

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