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eightish

I was going to start Nanowrimo this month and realized, oops! It's the 8th! I forgot all about committing to such an endeavor. My restart of taking a picture of the day because otherwise, I don't take pictures at all!!! lasted, one day. Weee!!!! Winning!

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Rich thought it would be a romantical thought for the whole family to sit and watch ALL six of the old Star Wars series. I tried not to act like Celia and roll my eyes in the back of my head with his funny notion. I get he was trying to get the girls to like something more than Mindcraft and The Walking Dead. More family time. In the same room. Like what he's all excited about with the new movie coming out next month.

Within the first ten minutes of glory, Moira passed out for her afternoon siesta and Celia stalked off mumbling, "this is sooo boring!" Meanwhile, I'm still here in the living room, trying to support the Mister and his dream. Well, sorta as I am now writing on my site. Magically, I can do two things at once. Watch t.v. and write at the same time. I guess I'm not Still Alice just yet.

  

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Speaking of "Still Alice," this aging thing is really messing with my retention and recall of simple things like naming items with their proper word like, paper, money, food......... What the hell and I supposed to be doing tomorrow? Did I lose that check? Just where exactly am I supposed to be driving to if not towards some kid's school?

Please tell me, I am not the only one! AND if I AM the only one? Just lie to me. Odds are I won't remember anyway.

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Everything doesn't happen for a reason showed up in my Facebook feed yesterday. I wish I had written this piece. I know people mean well and want to say something comforting when they don't know what to say during a tragic and emotional time, but "everything happens for a reason," "It's God's will," and my favorite, "God needed another angel/You have an angel watching you now," makes me cringe. I don't EVER notice anyone who has had a shit situation happen to them personally say these things. Well, actually I have but it's usually on a talk show or on the news when people are talking about surviving a disaster. I guess they have to say this just like a movie star who thanks God for their Emmy. Yes, God HAD everything to do with that trophy.

Huh, maybe surviving life is making me more "Still Alice."  Trying to make it through the day without totally losing all my shizz on all the stupid shit that comes through my radar. The selfishness abounding and leaping from every corner makes me_____. I don't know. You fill-in-the-blank.

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Now, we have moved onto "The Empire Strikes Back."

Moira woke up, asked her dad 20 questions about what was going on since she missed 3/4 of the movie, Celia is chatting with a 'supposed' Mindcraft friend and I am finding ways to implant a tracker in her shoulder as she sleeps.

I do know if I have to watch another episode, I might actually have a weeks worth of posts in my que.

grey

 

I've worked quite a bit as a fill in Secretary as well as a sub for art in the kidlet's school this past week.  I haven't had time to read and comment on other people's coming and goings, go to the grocery store, do laundry or watch all of the late night Big Brother 12 "After Hours" happenings.  I'm quite sad about the last statement most of all. The girls have enough underwear to last them through next month but Big Brother? I'm hoping and praying something interesting is going to happen but let's face it: This season is totally boring. and I don't want to miss anything that might be interesting.

Bring back Jeff and Jordan! A show only about them! 24/7 live feeds of useless bullshit! Screw boring crotch grabbers and their boring chatter! I want me some entertainment!

Speaking of crotch grabbing and boring chatter....

I've substituted at the school this week as the resident fill-in Art Teacher. As a teacher who doesn't know when her classes are as they are mis-scheduled by the original art teacher who has misprinted and misrepresented them at every turn. (Kinda like he wants to forget he actually has to hold a class or two in return for his money.....)

I'm going to go out on a limb here and state:  Education in this area at this school, sucks major ass. The children aren't challenged. The art is graded on, GOD KNOWS WHAT! not content, application of self and self-discovery. The kids are given such bullshit scenarios and are asked to yet, draw another picture of well... let's see... tennis shoes raining on us? humans as animals? Yea, I'm not getting it either and you can guaran-damn-T, the kids aren't getting it as well.

Screw fundamentals, screw the history of a statement from a particular artist, artistic style/interpretation, SCREW APPRECIATING ART AND IT'S HISTORY!

Can you figure out, I'm quite disappointed, jaded and well.....angry about the school's art program? I think all children should have the chance to be exposed to art in a positive light. This is the time in our children's lives when you contemplate, reason and express your feelings about the subject matter at hand not berated for speaking, moving or breathing. I think the gift of passion and a positive feel for art should be taught to our children. Even if they are not-as-talented as their neighbor.

To me, Art is the expression of your feelings. Not just the line or stroke but the individual hand creating something from one's own personal objective and experience.

This feeling? Would not make me a great teacher. OR so I gather... from the current licensed professional.

I have to say after projecting the given lesson plan at hand for the past few days, I feel like my kids have been given the short end of the stick in this department. I'm quite sure Art as a whole has been reduced to a time-filler if not, eradicated all together in other schools.

If I hadn't been exposed to the fundamentals, positive influence as well as the freedom of expression at an earlier age, I would be a drone of non-creativity.

Incapable of original thought and isn't original thought what separates us from animals? No?

No, WAIT! You are supposed to draw them as our keepers, right? Okay, I'll give a half-point on this thought though and animal can be anything, anyone or any object. Not-so-literal.

The blah end result is what I fear for our children.

Quite simply, I feel they are headed full-fledged into an absence of magical thinking, imaginative problem-solving as well as black and white matter turning into a grey mass of blob-dom.

 or maybe, I'm over-thinking this subject matter and I should be like that of our leaders. We should have only one thought, one idea in which going against the grain is not acceptable. If so, you are considered to be wrong. You are an outcast. You are not a part of a group.

or maybe, this is Catholic school and I should accept the end result as it is.

How about you? Do you? Do you even care about this boring subject?

*yawn*

 

***since i TOTALLY LIVE FOR HALL MONITORS.... I have edited the photo in case some one else gets their panties in a wad over a picture of blurry eyes and super-effected backgrounds has been published. Surely, I'm saved from being sued over children whose parents who could give two rat's asses over their kid's backs being shown. If not? Sue me! I don't have any money to try and get.***