We've talked to the kid. We've talked to the kid's mother. The police have been called. Still it continues.
How do we get the stupid, undisciplined, brat of a 17-year old kid across the street and two bleeding doors away to turn down his bleeping stereo and keep the fool thing at a decent level? I can hear it in my own home, with my doors and windows shut and my TV on. Today, it woke up J from his nap, it was so loud. I phone the police, but they are usually busy with more pressing stuff and they can't catch him at it. They talked to him once and showed him what an acceptable level would be, but he turned it back up after they left.
I swear, if his mother were a capable parent, we wouldn't be having this problem. But she is evidently completely incompetent as a mother, and she can't control any aspect of her child's behavior whatsoever. (Woman, if you're reading this and you think I'm insulting you, well do something to change my perception of you, 'cause clearly everything I'm saying here is true.)
So I'm taking suggestions. They can be serious or comedic. How do I get that stereo turned down?????
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you
Tonight, T and I went to deliver the few thank-you cards that we have completed so far to some of the friends who bought presents for J when he was born.
On the way home, and with a backseat full of new presents, it suddenly struck me; if I had realized that people would give him more presents when I came to drop off their thank-you card, I would have started handing out thank-you cards in person months ago.
I wonder when T will write more cards.
On the way home, and with a backseat full of new presents, it suddenly struck me; if I had realized that people would give him more presents when I came to drop off their thank-you card, I would have started handing out thank-you cards in person months ago.
I wonder when T will write more cards.
The History of Teaching Math
Alright, it's a joke. And I got it from my friend, Becky, in an email. So it's probably been seen by many people before. But it's fresh and funny to me, so I have to post it, 'cause I laughed!
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Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58.
The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.
Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:
Teaching Math In 1950
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math In 1960
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math In 1970
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $80.
Did he make a profit?
Teaching Math In 1980
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20.
Your assignment: Underline the number 20.
Teaching Math In 1990
A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands.
He does this so he can make a profit of $20.
What do you think of this way of making a living?
Topic for class participation after answering the question:
How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes?
(There are no wrong answers.)
Teaching Math In 2005
Un hachero vende una carretada de madera para $100.
El costo de la producción es $80?
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Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58.
The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.
Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:
Teaching Math In 1950
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math In 1960
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math In 1970
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $80.
Did he make a profit?
Teaching Math In 1980
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20.
Your assignment: Underline the number 20.
Teaching Math In 1990
A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands.
He does this so he can make a profit of $20.
What do you think of this way of making a living?
Topic for class participation after answering the question:
How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes?
(There are no wrong answers.)
Teaching Math In 2005
Un hachero vende una carretada de madera para $100.
El costo de la producción es $80?
Pics to Share
We picked up J's pics from Sears the other night. We think they are really cute; they will get distributed to family and friends in short order. In the meantime, we also bought a picture disk. So this means we can post his Sears shots for everyone to enjoy. Enjoy, dang it!
Of course, I feel rather taken in by the whole Sears group now. When we got there to pick up our photos, they had printed off three extra shots ("...usually $20 each, but today, we will give them to you for $20 for all three!") Anyway, like a total gomer, I took the bait and handed over my money - that I don't have. I'll be prepared next time, and JUST SAY NO!!!
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
J's Weight and Hearing Issues
I took J in for his 4 month shots today. He's a whopping 12 lbs now!
J was all cheerful today, until those shots happened. Then he cried, of course. I don't blame the little tyke. He's on Tylenol now, 'cause he's rather out of sorts, and I assume he's probably got some pain at the injection site. I hope he feels better really soon.
Poor little man!
The nurses expressed concern about his hearing. There was a note in the file from his 2 month shots that said they weren't able to wake him with sound. Today, he was awake, but he didn't react to noise. They shook bells over his head, and I snapped my fingers behind him. He didn't react at all to either thing.
I am scared. I'm glad he has his hearing test on Monday. Hopefully we will get some answers at that time.
As for me and my state of mind today, I can't even remember names, today's date ... nothing. I may be anemic again. So I have to get some bloodwork to see how I'm doing. I doubt I'm anemic; I'm not sleeping well, and when I get anemic, you can't wake me up at all. The insomnia is probably what's doing me in. That and the worry about J's hearing.
J was all cheerful today, until those shots happened. Then he cried, of course. I don't blame the little tyke. He's on Tylenol now, 'cause he's rather out of sorts, and I assume he's probably got some pain at the injection site. I hope he feels better really soon.
Poor little man!
The nurses expressed concern about his hearing. There was a note in the file from his 2 month shots that said they weren't able to wake him with sound. Today, he was awake, but he didn't react to noise. They shook bells over his head, and I snapped my fingers behind him. He didn't react at all to either thing.
I am scared. I'm glad he has his hearing test on Monday. Hopefully we will get some answers at that time.
As for me and my state of mind today, I can't even remember names, today's date ... nothing. I may be anemic again. So I have to get some bloodwork to see how I'm doing. I doubt I'm anemic; I'm not sleeping well, and when I get anemic, you can't wake me up at all. The insomnia is probably what's doing me in. That and the worry about J's hearing.
I Have a Soul (or so they tell me)
Soul ranger
You scored 16 soulful!
You are loving life and everything in it.
Doing anything is not just a new thing, but it is a life affirming experience that brings even more depth to your mindset on every occurrence.
You can talk the talk and walk the walk, philosopically speaking.
Your friends probably come to you for advice and insight into things that they haven't got yet. Most of them probably think you are a bit weird, but like your company nonetheless. You don't see your friends in the same light as yourself, except for maybe the odd one or two who know exactly where you are coming from and are probably on the same par as you.
Just don't let all this go to your head and become a spirital wanker who puts 'Blessed Be' at the end of your emails or tells everyone that they're a druid.
If you liked my test, send it to your friends!
The Do you have a soul Test
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6251677709245916484
You scored 16 soulful!
You are loving life and everything in it.
Doing anything is not just a new thing, but it is a life affirming experience that brings even more depth to your mindset on every occurrence.
You can talk the talk and walk the walk, philosopically speaking.
Your friends probably come to you for advice and insight into things that they haven't got yet. Most of them probably think you are a bit weird, but like your company nonetheless. You don't see your friends in the same light as yourself, except for maybe the odd one or two who know exactly where you are coming from and are probably on the same par as you.
Just don't let all this go to your head and become a spirital wanker who puts 'Blessed Be' at the end of your emails or tells everyone that they're a druid.
If you liked my test, send it to your friends!
The Do you have a soul Test
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6251677709245916484
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Meemaw back from Orlando
J's Meemaw (she's a surrogate grandma to him) came by for a visit today. She's been in Orlando, and she brought back some cute things for J. She brought him a t-shirt and a hat. Of course, his head is so tiny the hat won't fit for awhile, but it will fit eventually. The shirt should work now, though.
She also brought him a stuffed Mickey Mouse (which is adorable), and a set of Mickey Mouse ears on a headband. They have the wizard hat in the middle. They'll fit him for years to come. But, as you can see, they are a bit big for him just now!
J's Meemaw seemed to enjoy holding him. He was all smiles and coos for a little while. But then he decided it was nap time, and nothing else would do. He's been sleeping for a little while now. He is such a precious little angel!
She also brought him a stuffed Mickey Mouse (which is adorable), and a set of Mickey Mouse ears on a headband. They have the wizard hat in the middle. They'll fit him for years to come. But, as you can see, they are a bit big for him just now!
J's Meemaw seemed to enjoy holding him. He was all smiles and coos for a little while. But then he decided it was nap time, and nothing else would do. He's been sleeping for a little while now. He is such a precious little angel!
Monday, August 01, 2005
We Have a Duck (and Other Tidbits)
Around 4:00 today, J had his diaper changed. It was, apparently, quite a harrowing experience for him. He screamed so loudly while H was changing him, that I could hear him all the way into our basement! (I was getting the clean diapers out of the dryer at the time.)
When I came back upstairs, J was still screaming. I started putting my finger over his mouth and pulling it away repeatedly. With the slight interruptions to his intensity of scream, he sounded exactly like Donald Duck on a rampage! It was so funny, H and I both split our sides laughing.
God, I love my little boy!
On another note, earlier today, H decided to mow the lawn. He had his big work gloves out, and was using them to torment the cat. Jivercat was, as usual, lying across one of the bar stools in the kitchen. When H started batting the work glove in Jive's direction, the cat started batting back and playing. He got so excited, he slipped between the two bar stools and started falling, head first. H had to grab him as he was falling to save him. It was so cute and funny, watching our kitty fall off his chair that way. (Crazy cat!)
It was a good day for us. We had a nice visit with maple mom2 and her daughter. We hadn't seen them in a long time, and I was so happy they were able to come by while they were in town. H picked up skirting for our deck, so that should be getting done in the near future. I got some housework done, which was good; I've fallen sorely behind of late. Yes indeed; we were quite productive today. J had a good day too; he had some good naps and some good playtime also. He sure loves to kick his feet and imitate sounds now. I hope he will sleep well tonight.
My life is good. So very good.
When I came back upstairs, J was still screaming. I started putting my finger over his mouth and pulling it away repeatedly. With the slight interruptions to his intensity of scream, he sounded exactly like Donald Duck on a rampage! It was so funny, H and I both split our sides laughing.
God, I love my little boy!
On another note, earlier today, H decided to mow the lawn. He had his big work gloves out, and was using them to torment the cat. Jivercat was, as usual, lying across one of the bar stools in the kitchen. When H started batting the work glove in Jive's direction, the cat started batting back and playing. He got so excited, he slipped between the two bar stools and started falling, head first. H had to grab him as he was falling to save him. It was so cute and funny, watching our kitty fall off his chair that way. (Crazy cat!)
It was a good day for us. We had a nice visit with maple mom2 and her daughter. We hadn't seen them in a long time, and I was so happy they were able to come by while they were in town. H picked up skirting for our deck, so that should be getting done in the near future. I got some housework done, which was good; I've fallen sorely behind of late. Yes indeed; we were quite productive today. J had a good day too; he had some good naps and some good playtime also. He sure loves to kick his feet and imitate sounds now. I hope he will sleep well tonight.
My life is good. So very good.
First Post on Blogspot
I took the Personality Defect Quiz some time ago. It came out pretty indecisive, but based on recent events, I have concluded that my personality defect type must be the "Spiteful Loner". I thought about making this my blog address, but decided against it. It's really not who I am.
Please have no fear. I promise I will not go on a shooting rampage. I don't hate people - well, at least not ALL of them. And at least not all the time!
I am feeling quite jaded at the moment. I think it is time for a change. So I thought I'd try out Blogspot. I hope I like it.
I'm slowly going to transfer all of our old stuff over from an old blog.
Please have no fear. I promise I will not go on a shooting rampage. I don't hate people - well, at least not ALL of them. And at least not all the time!
I am feeling quite jaded at the moment. I think it is time for a change. So I thought I'd try out Blogspot. I hope I like it.
I'm slowly going to transfer all of our old stuff over from an old blog.
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