I found this song by listening to a station on my Itunes. It is something that I do everytime I sit at the computer. Put the headphones on, crank up the Itunes and look for some new music.
Unfortuntely Youtube won't let me embed it so you have to click to listen. I have to say the video makes the whole song. So now you also know I like the alternative stuff. Some people just never grow up and I am one of them.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Whirlwind
The school year is almost over and just waiting on what is going to be thrown at us in the last hours. Another big school closing, math now is going to be taught the old way. Math A thrown out the window but Algebra is in. Huh? I hope we still have those old text books in the basement with years of dust on them to hand the students.
I have been not paying to much attention to what is going on, but on Friday my neighbor a retired High School Science teacher from a big overcrowded high school in Queens asked me if I knew what was happening at Jamaica High School? I told her that indeed I did and that it was not the first high school that has been closed due to the name of progress. She was just appalled, and then relieved that she was no longer a teacher.
Being that the school year is almost over and spring is upon us the Pissed Off Family has been knee deep in activities. Middle one is getting ready for graduation. We are still looking for the perfect suit, well suited for a giant. It sure is not going to be an easy task but I am up for it whenever he is.
I can't tell you how happy I am that he will be out of high school.
I know I told you how my niece is in the process of choosing a high school. Her first choice was Talent Unlimited, second Frank Sinatra. I told her parents that they should go with the small Private Prep Private school. Well they chose that school after hearing my horror stories.
We told her if we had to do it all over again, no matter how great a student middle one is, and we thought he would be fine, we were wrong. He did not do fine, he did okay but he just skated along when he could have done much better. I blame him as well as the situation.
Wee one is getting geared for his First Communion. He has to make a banner, in between doing a report for communion and another report for his second grade class.
The report is cool to the fact that his father and I have to drag his little behind to the 5 boroughs and take pictures with him so he can learn geography.
We took him to the Bronx Zoo yesterday and all he wanted to be was outside. He made us pretty miserable. He was not looking at anything until we let him climb some big rocks and chase a peacock. I have video, it is so cute him chasing that peacock until the peacock got a little upset and turned on him. You should have seen his face it was like a scene from a horror movie. Which cracked me up to no end, and made him laugh. When he got home he could not wait to let his brother watch it and they made up a little screen play for the video. Hey who said school is not educational.
While we were driving to the zoo wee one was also practicing his song for the International Day music portion. He sang all the way going and back. He said he wanted to make sure he was all practiced. Dedication I tell you. This coming from a child who refused to sing in music, go figure.
I can't believe I am saying this but bring on the summer I am tired.
I have been not paying to much attention to what is going on, but on Friday my neighbor a retired High School Science teacher from a big overcrowded high school in Queens asked me if I knew what was happening at Jamaica High School? I told her that indeed I did and that it was not the first high school that has been closed due to the name of progress. She was just appalled, and then relieved that she was no longer a teacher.
Being that the school year is almost over and spring is upon us the Pissed Off Family has been knee deep in activities. Middle one is getting ready for graduation. We are still looking for the perfect suit, well suited for a giant. It sure is not going to be an easy task but I am up for it whenever he is.
I can't tell you how happy I am that he will be out of high school.
I know I told you how my niece is in the process of choosing a high school. Her first choice was Talent Unlimited, second Frank Sinatra. I told her parents that they should go with the small Private Prep Private school. Well they chose that school after hearing my horror stories.
We told her if we had to do it all over again, no matter how great a student middle one is, and we thought he would be fine, we were wrong. He did not do fine, he did okay but he just skated along when he could have done much better. I blame him as well as the situation.
Wee one is getting geared for his First Communion. He has to make a banner, in between doing a report for communion and another report for his second grade class.
The report is cool to the fact that his father and I have to drag his little behind to the 5 boroughs and take pictures with him so he can learn geography.
We took him to the Bronx Zoo yesterday and all he wanted to be was outside. He made us pretty miserable. He was not looking at anything until we let him climb some big rocks and chase a peacock. I have video, it is so cute him chasing that peacock until the peacock got a little upset and turned on him. You should have seen his face it was like a scene from a horror movie. Which cracked me up to no end, and made him laugh. When he got home he could not wait to let his brother watch it and they made up a little screen play for the video. Hey who said school is not educational.
While we were driving to the zoo wee one was also practicing his song for the International Day music portion. He sang all the way going and back. He said he wanted to make sure he was all practiced. Dedication I tell you. This coming from a child who refused to sing in music, go figure.
I can't believe I am saying this but bring on the summer I am tired.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
When the military recruiter calls-
The phone rang last night and my son answered thinking it was a friend.
No name just a cell number.
He picks up the phone and the person on the other end asks for him.
He says its me who is this?
He said this is Mr. X from the Marines what are you planning on doing with your future?
My son, being that he is my son, replies. that he is going to school to be an interpretive dancer, and he and his life partner just signed a lease on an apartment in the city with his parents blessing. The recruiter asked him how he was planning on paying for his education,
My son, not missing a beat, replied, pimping my ho's. Well he did not but he said I have a scholarship.
The recruiter then went on to ask him if he was really going to be a dancer because the file they had on him (yeah that is what I said, file what file)
described him as 6'6" and about 300lbs. He said that would be wrong I am 350lbs. He said that he was gong to school for acting and his major would be veterinarian but if the Marines needed a vet to call him in about 10 years.
This is why I love my sons, they keep me on my toes with the insane sense of sarcasm.
No name just a cell number.
He picks up the phone and the person on the other end asks for him.
He says its me who is this?
He said this is Mr. X from the Marines what are you planning on doing with your future?
My son, being that he is my son, replies. that he is going to school to be an interpretive dancer, and he and his life partner just signed a lease on an apartment in the city with his parents blessing. The recruiter asked him how he was planning on paying for his education,
My son, not missing a beat, replied, pimping my ho's. Well he did not but he said I have a scholarship.
The recruiter then went on to ask him if he was really going to be a dancer because the file they had on him (yeah that is what I said, file what file)
described him as 6'6" and about 300lbs. He said that would be wrong I am 350lbs. He said that he was gong to school for acting and his major would be veterinarian but if the Marines needed a vet to call him in about 10 years.
This is why I love my sons, they keep me on my toes with the insane sense of sarcasm.
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