Homework is a waste of time!

I’m not sure where my kids got the idea that studying and homework are two different things, exlusive of eachother, but going by that definition, then, yes, I would have to concur that homework is indeed a waste of time. 

…especially considering the way in which my kids do their “homework” which consists of copying something from one piece of paper onto another piece of paper with no absorption of the material. 

Most of the homework seems to be counted for 10-15% of the grade, while quizzes tend to count for 25-35% of the grade, and tests for 45-50% of the grade.

So yeah, if you had to choose between “studying” and “homework”, you would probably achieve a better grade by not doing your “homework”.

My 15-year old thinks that he should tell his teacher that I told him not to do his homework.

At which point, I say to him, “Fat Chance!  But nice try!”

Actually I think I only said that in my head.

I think the actual words that came out of my mouth were, “but you could try absorbing some of the ‘homework’ material which might cut down on ‘study’ time”.

Ha!  He thought he was getting away with something there.

But on the note of homework being a waste of time…there actually is homework that comes home occasionally that I really do think is a waste of time.  And these assignments are called word searches.  Particularly wasteful: the foreign language word searches.  I know for a fact that I am not the first or only parent that has done the word searches for my kids just because it was such a waste of their precious study time.  If you don’t believe it’s true, go try one, and get back to me on the value of that activity.  I might be willing to concede that word searches could be a useful activity if it were assigned as an activity to increase a person’s scanning ability, but even there I would be pretty hard to convince.  (End of rant).

So, anyway…geez kid, just accept the fact that studying is homework and we wouldn’t have to have this stupid conversation.

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Giving Blood

I must confess that whenever I give blood, I almost never follow the post-donation instruction of leaving the bandage on for 4-5 hours.

Truth be told, I often don’t make it out of the parking lot before that sucker is off my arm.

And I don’t read the entire booklet thoroughly before each donation.  I scan it to see if there is anything new since the last time.  (This time there was a new request to not donate if you have chronic fatigue syndrome…see, I still know what I need to know).  If I had read that entire booklet each time I’ve donated, I should easily have had it memorized years ago.

I also don’t read the questions word for word.  I can get the jist of the question by scanning it.  I would be pretty surprised if anybody had ever read it word for word more than a few times (except the workers, of course, who used to have to read them to the donors).  But to ease your mind lest you think that I don’t know what the questions are, here’s an example of the type of question they ask:

*Have you ever had sex with a man who has had sex with another man who has had sex with another man who has taken illegal drugs by needle while receiving a transfusion of blood while in the country of Africa? 

*This is NOT an actual question, but if you’re familiar with the blood donation questions, you know what I’m talking about.

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Keebler and Triscuit

RIP Keebler.  You were such a sweet dog.

Keebler

Keebler is my sister-in-law’s dog.  She had to be put to sleep this last Saturday.  The cancer had progressed to a point where she could not function well anymore.

She didn’t even act sick the last time I saw her about a week and a half ago.  Once the disease started to really affect her, it took hold very quickly.

The one thing I will never forget about Keebler was the day about a year ago, when my neck pain had become so bad that I was experiencing the worst headache I’d ever had.  Keebler was visiting for the weekend and she was sitting on the bed with me when I started bawling from the pain.  That sweet dog set her paw on my hand.  It was a small gesture, but it was so sweet.  She knew I was in pain and she was trying to comfort me.

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RIP Triscuit.  I didn’t know you much but I know that the loss will be felt deeply by your family.

Triscuit is my brother’s cat.  She died recently (it was posted to Facebook on Saturday, but I’m not sure if that was the day it happened…please forgive my ignorance of the facts).

I’ve only met this cat a few times in her long life, but I think it’s safe to say that her family will sorely miss her.  I was struck by the lengths that they have gone through to maintain her health and life.  That speaks volumes about the relevance of her life.  (“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated”. Mahatma Gandhi).

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I’ve been pondering the significance of the fact that both of these beloved pets died on my birthday.  I suppose now that I will never forget the day that they departed this earth.  I wonder if I have some kind of cosmic connection to them that I have yet to realize.   “The Circle of Life” song has been playing in my head ever since Saturday.  Is that weird?

At the very least, it makes me remember to hold my own pets closer and give them all the affection I can while they are able to be with me. 

Maybe Keebler and Triscuit are new BFFs in their new life and are learning the ropes together.

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Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgh!

Dear Sunny 102,

I used to love your radio station.

And I used to love Christmas.

I would like to take the opportunity to personally thank you for playing Christmas music 24 hours a day/7days a week starting November 18th (or earlier).

After all, it’s just a silly fantasy to believe you could always love Christmas.

Thank you for helping me to get over the fantasy by shoving Christmas down my throat.

That is a method that always works.

Gratefully yours,

A born-again grinch

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Misc. Mind Vomit

Why does Charlie Brown fall down when Lucy pulls the football away?  And how many years has Charles Schulz gotten away with that?  Has anyone ever asked before?  Are we supposed to think that he is kicking with such force that he actually flips himself over?  Remember when you were a kid and you actually believed you could swing high enough to go over the top of the swing set?

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Three times a day…

eat your vegetables and turn down your damn stereo!

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Did you ever notice that there is only a one letter difference between sticks and stinks?  It kind of makes a difference if you are writing a menu.  Fish sticks…or…fish stinks.  Personally, I think fish stinks, but it would be odd for a menu to point that out.

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Holy Crap!  May I just bore you with a quote from one of my textbooks?  (I promise to try to refrain from doing that too often).

“…50% of women and 64% of men who die of heart attack had no previous symptoms or warning signs on record.” (A Massage Therapist’s Guide to Pathology, Werner, Lippincott, Williams & Wilkins).

That was published in 2009, so that’s not some outdated number!

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It’s official…

It’s offical…

I have a sick mind.

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Raising an eyebrow…

So, I love Mr. Rogers. 

There was a time when I thought I was too old for him (ages 8-18ish), and there was a time when I ignored him (ages 19-24ish).

But he forgave me for all that 😉 .

Because he is just that kind of guy.

No, I didn’t personally know him, but I still cried when he died.  And on the anniversary of his death a year later, I cried again.

To me he represented a special time of the day when my youngest would come home from kindergarten and we would sit together and eat lunch and watch Mr. Rogers together.  He was such a calming presence.

That being said, I hope my buddy Fred sees the humor in this…

There is a billboard in the city we live in that has a picture of Mr. Rogers.

And it says, (of course), “Won’t you be my neighbor?”

Um…

I like cemetaries and all, but I don’t think I want to come be anybody’s neighbor there…not yet anyway!

I was quite perplexed by what this billboard was trying to advertise.

It seemed like maybe it was a church billboard, so maybe they were trying to invite people to church?

Or heaven?

It’s a little weird.

Do you think someone just didn’t do their homework and didn’t know that Mr. Rogers is dead?

Or were they trying to be clever?

I think it’s a little crass to use his image for an advertisement.  But maybe that’s just me.

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Brain dead

I may have mentioned before that I’m trying to study some of the textbooks before I start classes in January.

I can feel my brain draining of creativity.

Which is odd, considering that I thought my brains fell out when I delivered my first child almost 17 years ago.

So, I guess my brains regenerated, but I might have had a lobotomy of the creative lobe.  (“I’d rather have this bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy”).

Which means that many of my future posts may bore you even more than the past ones.

And the scads of readers will dwindle down. 

It’s okay.  I understand that there are tons of other blogs that are much more engaging.

So, if I seem to be missing, you’ll know where to find me.

Visiting someone else’s blog.

So don’t feel guilty. 

Unless you like feeling guilty.

No, really, it’s O-K.

Don’t feel bad for me.

I’ve got plenty of worms to eat.

(Are gummy worms vegetarian…’cause if they’re not, then I don’t really have plenty of worms to eat).

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I’m still here…sort of

Don’t worry…I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth.

Just getting a little behind on things.

I have all the books for the program that starts Jan. 3rd.

I’ve been trying to study them now, because I’m a little worried how the study time is going to work out once I have to be in classes for half the day.  So, I’ve been trying to get in a few hours every day.

And I’m getting behind.

Thank goodness I have almost 2 months still to work out the kinks in the schedule.

The big one is going to be getting the others to take on some of the cooking duties.

And walking the dogs.

And making sure my body doesn’t disintegrate from lack of exercise.

I could make that list pretty long, but I won’t bore you.

Besides, I have to go.

Study.

Walk the dogs.

Cook dinner.

Exercise (and shower…for the love of god…shower!).

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My apologies…

After the last post, my dad asked me if my spouse knows what I post about him on this blog. 

“He (my spouse) doesn’t typically read it…so, no.  Why?”.

See how innocent I am? 

My parents wondered if he would be embarassed about the mentioning of his habits regarding the wearing of his birthday suit.

I had to laugh when the question was posed to me. 

He doesn’t ever seem to be embarassed by that stuff.

But I double checked this evening anyway. 

He wasn’t offended.

But anyway,  I’m offering up this tribute to him (“Hey Casey, can you play this song for my hubby?” LOL)… in honor of his bad-ass self. 

(You’ll have to follow the link, ’cause I’m having trouble embedding the video).  BTW, the video is racy, so don’t watch it if you’re offended by that kind of stuff…maybe you can just listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x7Ta89QLo4

I love this song and I thought it was fitting that today was the first time that I’d heard it in a while.  Perfect for my humble apology if he happens to be secretly offended.

Of course, he (my spouse) won’t see it unless someone tells him.  It might be too much for him, if I ask him to read posts two days in a row 😉 .

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