… start singing lyrics from Pink Floyd as a part of your everyday conversation. Right now, I’m quoting heavily from “Comfortably Numb”.Situation: Kids mumble something after preceeding their mumbling with a frantic “mamamamamama!”Response: “Your lips move, but I can’t hear
School Adjustment
Even though the girls are attending the same school they always have, there are some big adjustments for both of them this year. Both girls have been separated from their best friends this year. While Rachel isn’t saying much, Sarah
See Ya, Kitchen God!
The girls and I had a mini Chinese New Year celebration last night. It was many hours early, but the way we looked at it (and the clock) it was already the new year back in China. A couple weeks
2007’s RBOC Summary
It’s still January, so I still have time for a wrap-up of my 2007. Overall: Spoke my mind about issues at the day job, even though it may not have been a popular viewpoint. Yes, I’m still employed. Dogs only
Hit -n- Dumb
Here’s the chorus of the song I sang to Sarah last night: Mama got run over by Dada Coming off the bus the other day. Mama said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dada said, “I didn’t see
Thank You, Wally and The Beave
In an effort to upgrade my parenting skills, I decided I would like to study the wit, wisdom, and childrearing skills of June Cleaver. Thanks to connections, I was able to get my hands on the first season of “Leave
Use Your Imagination
Rachel wanted me to tell her what to draw, she had run out of ideas. I told her she could draw a picture of my students. “But I don’t know what your students look like.” “Neither do I. Use your
Thanksgiving 2005
Two years ago, on Thanksgiving evening, we were given a wonderful gift — Laddie. As you may remember from posts back then, our beloved 4 month old puppy, Macalester, had died from surgical complications. One of Macalester’s brothers was never
Crab
Where the HELL is the snow around here??!! Can’t have Thanksgiving in MN without a snowstorm. What’s with this planet, anyway?
Failure
The last two days, I’ve had to fight an overwhelming sense of failure. The critic part of my brain is telling me “You are doing NOTHING with your vacation. You will have to return to work soon. It will be