Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Placard

Today my poor parents had a morning of hard labor.  If my sibs saw how my parents worked in and around my home today they'd probably disown me.  I kept saying to my parents, "Please stop working. If you die from heart attacks everyone's going to be so ticked off at me." Luckily, my sibs rarely to never read this awesome blog, so I'm in the free and clear.

After the morning of hard toil, we drove in to Brown County for lunch at the Hob Nob. Then we had a relaxing drive through BC State Park.  We spotted a placard so we pulled over to read it since my mom and I love placards.  The placard described BCSP as "The Little Smokies."  I've never heard BCSP described as such.  But it kind of fits.  When we were kids we camped in the Smokies a lot.  Good times.  Now we're all resting and I'm hoping to ramp up the fun and tamp down the toil.  My parents would be great subjects for some type of social science research on age and toil.  They're 84 and 83 and they can kick my butt at the hard labor. They're awesome in a ton of other ways too.  I love having them here.  PROPS to the PARENTS!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Beginning

AP's cool Harry Potter tattoo.  I may copycat this tattoo.
After I left Artful School, I came home and turned on the nap big time. And thus begins what I like to call "summer vacation."  My parents arrive in the morning and I'm trying to think of some fun things for us to do.  20 something comes home on Friday and is bringing some of her good pals.  This is going to be epic, peeps.  Fun with fam and friends, coming right up.  Right now, I'm focusing on the Pacers.  They're ahead of the Heat and I think they're going to win.  The Pacers stay active, strong, determined. They don't let a few setbacks get them off track. They are my role models. Go Pacers!

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Push

Husbandman just dropped me off here at school.  I've been here all weekend packing up stuff.  When he came in today, he wasn't super impressed with my progress.  "You've really gotta push today.  Like you've never pushed before."  I know he's right, but I decided to blog first, before the push.  I am so sick of doing this stupid packing and throwing stuff away.

Okay, the blogging's done.  I'll now add some fascinating links.  Then on to the push. Please wish me luck.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

The Immortality

Popcorn Man, immortalized on the B-Line Trail.  I'm happy to say that I now have created visual art for  all to enjoy for generations to come.
The kinders and sixers collaborated with a cool local artist to make this artwork.  Popcorn Man stands out as arguably the best part of this installation.  
You should see this art installation if you want.  It's on the B-Line for the rest of eternity.  And I'm not trying to brag, but I made a big part of it.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Holiday

Last day with the peeps.  Mission today:  Woman up at the ice cream station.  Scooping ice cream for 400 kids, along with Vander.

Penultimate Day was awesome.  I taught the cafeteria kids about the day and I asked them to help me make Penultimate Day a National Holiday.  "Nod if you'll help me," I told them.  100 kids nodded.  Then one kid yelled out, "What will we do on the Penultimate Day holiday?"  This comment gave me pause.  Really haven't thought this whole thing out.

In the afternoon, Parmy the Firstie Teacher invited me up.  They've been having theme days all week.  Yesterday was Birthday Party Day and the kids jumped up out at me and yelled Surprise! when I entered the room.  They all had birthday hats on and then I got one too.  I read them a cool birthday book.  We ate Toy Story cupcakes.  I got a Woody ring.  I opened a present, this book they made for me.  Then they made a tunnel with their arms and I ran through it.  OMG! The greatness!

I love their comments in my book:

Thank you Dr. H. for helping us with reading and letting us see the puppets. Thank you for calling us "The Men of Table Ten."  It's pretty funny!

I like Dr. Heffernan because she helps me read my books, poems, and sight words.  She also helps me solve problems.

Thank you for helping us in the cafeteria.  You're funny, Dr. H.  I hope I see you again.  Maybe I will see you forever.

And today is our Field Day.  I'm wearing my WILDCAT tshirt with pride.  Today will be an awesome ending to a beautiful 6 years at Artful School. I want to give every kid in the school some ice cream and some loving kindness as we all move on to our next adventures.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Waffles

Today we started our school day with a meeting.  But listen to the good part.  New fun teacher and firstie teacher hosted us to a waffle bar.  We had waffles, spreads, fruits, toppings. How fun is that?  We ate waffles, talked about how great our kiddos have done this year and chatted about the crazed end of the school year.

Then I went to car duty.  There's a kinder that I love so much I sometimes refer to him as "my son."  He's not really my son, but I just love that child.  Every day he pops out of his car, screams out "DR. H.!" and then runs at top speed to hug me.  Then as he walks up the ramp to the door he says, "See you in the lunchroom, Dr. H."  I'm crazy about this kid, for obvious reasons.  Today I gave him a hug.  Then Vander hugged him and he went on his merry way.  As we watched him go, I said, "After this week, I'll probably never see him again."  Then I burst into tears.  Vander rubbed my shoulder and stood near me as I tried to stop the waterworks. I finally did, and the rest of the day went just fine.
We had a highlight in the afternoon: K-2 Talent Show:  jokes, gangnum style dancing, hula hooping and IU cheers.  Blastorama!

2 more days.
We're on short time, pals.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Gatsby

I've been trying to decide if I want to see the new Gatsby movie.  I have read the novel but I was struggling today to remember the plot.  So I spent considerable time reading synopses and reviewing biographical information about F. Scott.  Here's what's a little sad.  F. Scott wanted Gatsby to sell more than it did.  It was never out of print, but it didn't get the huge sales that he craved.  Then, right after he died, the book started zipping up in popularity.  This reminds me a little of something that happened to me the other night.  A pal I don't see very often came up to me and said something about a recent blog entry I wrote.  She said she was going to comment but didn't want me to think she was stalking me.  I have a feeling this is happening a lot because very few people are commenting on the blog lately, but I know in my heart of hearts that many are reading and enjoying the posts so much.  This isn't exactly like what happened with F. Scott, but a little bit it is.
Anyway, back to the movie.  I may go see it but I'm not sure if I want to yet.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Graduate

20 Something just graduated from college. WELL DONE, 20 SOMETHING!  Husbandman's there since his job is done and mine is a living hell (see previous post), but so many good friends from our California days are out there too, checking in, sending fotos, and being as fabulous as they ever were.
Am I sad I'm not there?  Well sure, a little, but when she gets back here soon, my work will be DONE and it will be time for the party of the summer.  Get your personhoods over here.  Deets to follow.

Congratulations 20 Something.  We're very happy for you, and about you.

The Artfuls

I've been in my office for about 7 days in a row getting summer school reports ready.  Our school probably has the highest percentage of kids who are being "invited" to summer school, cheerfully renamed summer reading camp.  The reports take a long time.  I've been doing the reports and lunch duty all week.  Lunch duty's getting pretty loud, I"m not going to lie.  Somehow the peeps have figured out that school's ending any second now, and they're pretty jazzed.  The end of the year is crazy, but I like all the field trips and picnic lunches and scrapbook making and artful learning inquiry centers.  I wish every week could be so active.

Preschool invited me in to watch kiddos making their original creations.  Their concept is PATTERNS and each kid designed a pattern and then they were putting various stones into plaster of paris to make a pattern tile.  I was doing great, staying plaster free, until I decided to walk a kid over to the sink to wash up.  He accidentally used my shirt as a paper towel and I had plaster all over my shirt and stylish black pants.  It was fun telling people that I got plastered at school. (I only said this to the adults, though).  To the kiddos I explained about plaster of paris. Later I heard a firstie tell her dad, "Dr. H. got pooped on by some parrots."   I straightened that all out, so that's good. Come on kid, get with the program. Some vocab instruction may be needed, not sure.

The basic point of this story is that the end of the year is miserable in many ways and absolutely delightful in other ways.  I'm done with reading camp reports, so I'm ready to go back to data entry.  Heading in.

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Cats

I need 5,000 dollars for this cat.
At 1,000 $, this cat would be a bargain.
There are basically two cats I'm obsessed with right now.  The Savannah cat (pictured above on the office chair) and the Maine coon cat (to the right, hoisted by a proud young woman, possible cat owner).

Work's been kind of whack lately, so I find myself at the end of the day watching videos of these fab felines.  When I get back from Israel, I'll probably get one.  Leaning toward the Savannah.

Husbandman is annoyed with the constant cat talk and video watching and does not want a cat, but I told him, "One day you'll come home from work and there will be a big ol' cat walking around the house.  You'll come to love him."

Thursday, May 16, 2013

The high point

Preschoolers are amazing.  They design their pattern and then they create their pattern.  It's fun to watch.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Doctor

I've had a lot of aches and pains so I went to my doctor.  After waiting around for 90 minutes, my doctor finally came to see me.  My doctor is a good doctor, but it seems like she can't get used to using the laptop during the appt.  She's always clicking away and tsking and seems to forget I'm there sometimes.  But anyway, she's good, so don't think she's not.  Besides the aches and pains, I've been feeling this weird pulsing sensation in my temple that I feared might be a brain tumor.  She says it's probably nothing.  For the aches and pains, she told me to walk and to stretch and to do yoga. She also gave me a booklet about back care and another booklet about neck care. She also predicts that everything will be fine when I'm in Israel.  She's probably right.  In Israel I can do whatever I want.  So ha ha ha take that everyone who's getting on my last nerve.

Just fyi:  If you're reading this blog, chances are really very good that you're not getting on my last nerve.  So just relax and stop thinking you are one of the people getting on my last nerve because that's really annoying when people think everything's about them when they're not even the people doing it.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Review

Time once again for our independent film review.  Husbandman got home from Canada and off we went to see a fine Scottish film called The Angels' Share.

LH:  Husbandman, what did you think of the film?

Hm:  Thought it was a lot of fun.  Good story.

LH:  Care to recap?

HM:  Alright. Bunch of Glasgow losers on work release find a curious way out of their troubles.
We don't want to give too much away.

LH:  I agree.  Okay, Fist of 5?

HM:  I'm going to give it a 4.

LH:  I'll give it a 5.  I found it to be very fun and sweet.

HM:  You don't want to give people the idea that it's all light and cheery.

LH:  True.  They should just see it if they want.

The Greenery

It's greening up, so I'm putting together my wish list of outdoor activities:  Bevvies at Scenic View, Clifty Falls, Stone Mountain hike, Mets game in Cincinnati or Chicago, pontoon boat on Lake Monroe.  I've gotta get this stuff in before I leave for Israel in early August. Come on peeps.  We can do this.

Yesterday I sat at school all day writing up reports that are past due (my bad) and so when evening rolled around #1 and I ate on the patio of a fave eatery.  It was chilly but fun to be out in the air. Bonus:  prom was last night so I got to see all the kids in their dress up clothes.

Today's Mother's Day.  I like being a mom.  I like having a mom.  It's all good.  Circle of life kind of stuff.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

The Sarc

#1 Son's going to live here next year with 2 roomies.  Last night he left quite a few dishes strewn about the house.  Guacamole bowl here, pizza plate there.  You get the drift.  This morning I said to him, "Look Bud.  You've got to put your dishes in the sink.  If you leave dishes everywhere, your friends are going to do the same next year."
      #1 nodded and replied, "Lead by example."

Okay, off to work.  This time FOR REAL.

The End?

It's getting near the end of the school year, peeps. Life's been kind of wack lately, not going to lie.  But I've been pretty upbeat and I plan to keep on with what a student teacher recently described as my "relentless positivity."  Next year, I'll be in Haifa.  The school system will hold a job for me for when I get back in fall 2014, but it's not necessarily the job I have right now.  So, long story short, this could be my last 2 weeks at artfulschool.  It's weird not knowing, but on the other hand, I could slip on a banana peel tomorrow and never see the light of day again.  Always best to just live in the here and now.

Apologies to Sandra and Vander for having to listen to me freak out about this for weeks now.  And Husbandman.  And Judith. And #1 and 20 Something.  And most everyone else I know.  Still, the point is:  I'm shaping up and am now staying in the here and now.

I'm going to try to emulate my dad today.  It's his 84th birthday.  Whenever I ask him how he's doing he says, "Lee Ann, I couldn't be better!"  Talk about relentless positivity.  Dad has it in spades.  Happy Birthday, D.A.D.  Love you so much.

Monday, May 06, 2013

The Parents

I'm pretty much the worst offspring you can ever come across.  I don't call my parents very often because I get busy and just don't make time for what's most important.  Tonight my parents called me and we talked for hours. They're the most delightful people on the planet and I love them both so much.  I hereby officially thank my parents for never giving up on me. I told my mom husbandman's latest joke and she and I both agreed it's not a great one, but we did laugh and I'll share it here. Just for fun.

Guy walks into a bar.  He hears a little voice say, "Your hair looks great today."
He sees no one nearby so he's a little freaked out.  Then he hears a little voice say, "Great tie!"
He looks around again, sees no one.  A voice whispers again, "You're someone special!"
The guy yells out to the bartender down the end of the bar, "Do you hear voices!?"
Bartender says, "That's the peanuts.  They're complementary."

The Review

Like Someone In Love.  We watched it last night.  Here's our review:

LH: What'd you think of the movie last night?
Hm: I liked it.  I'm still mulling it over.
LH: Care to recap?
Hm: Sex worker is called by an elderly professor who's looking more for a granddaughter to talk to.  Gets pulled into the middle of an abusive relationship with the boyfriend.
LH: Have you ever been to Tokyo?
Hm: I think you know the answer is yes to that. But no, I've never hired a sex worker.
LH: That was my next question.
Hm: Okay, let's just move on then.
LH: How 'bout the fist of 5?
Hm: I'm going to give it a 4.
LH: I'll give it a 4 as well. I thought it was draggy, but well acted. Anyone who wants to see this Sundance Selects film probably should go ahead and see it.

Saturday, May 04, 2013

The Graduates

These peeps are everywhere today. I photographed these 2 on a nearby street corner.

Friday, May 03, 2013

The Kit

Kinder Pal comes to my office daily to share his writing with me.  Yesterday he created this cool convenient fire kit.  When you open the kit, you get directions and a paper clip log mover.  His directions read, "Put some logs in.  Make a fire.  Cut some shreds of wood with a pocket knife away from your body! In case if you want to move a log, use log mover."
"So this is the log mover," I asked him, holding up the bent paper clip.
"Yeah.  See, the logs are going to be HOT!" Kinder pal replied emphatically.

See, people? They're going to be hot.

  If anyone wants one of these fire kits, let me know.  I've got an in with the fire kit creator.

The Astronauts

 From a Lynda Barry book, I've used the idea to have the Thirdlanders draw self portraits on occasion.  Draw yourself as Batman, a monst...