Let me start this off with yes, I do watch other things besides hockey. Frankly, from the time hockey ends, there’s that awful thing called Baseball, which I’m thrust into by the love of the Yankees and Cubs by my hubby and family. Sometimes, I don’t get it. Other days, I get it.
Like the other day.
Yes, everyone knows. Derek Jeter hit his 3,000th hit. It was a homer. It was amazing. He is now part of this exclusive club that few players get inducted into.
But that’s not what I’m all in a lather about. Honestly.
It is the way the court of public opinion has crucified the young man that caught the ball and didn’t ask for monetary compensation to return the ball to Jeter.
The young man wanted to do the right thing, and return it. Just to go and present it to Jeter was enough for him.
But not for the public.
They went gonzo, talking about how this kid gave up masses of money and the team can afford it.
But you see, this guy did the right thing. He just asked to present the ball to Jeter. Derek Jeter worked for it, so he figured that he should have the ball.
Seems logical to me.
Think of it this way: You work hard all of your career, and whammo, your proof of everything you worked for goes into the crowd and then money is extorted from you and your organization for it? Yeah, no.
What kills me is that we’re telling our children and students and anyone around us to think before they act and to do the right thing. We tell them to be “Godly” and in some circles to consider it a “mitzvot.”
Why then are we as a collective society decrying a guy who is embodying everything we constantly tell our children? Why are we slamming him for doing what is right, good and honest?
I don’t know. I don’t know why we do such things as a society.
For us here at Chez E. Nowhere, We made this a teachable moment. We talked to Isaac about how we do the right thing, and in this case, the right thing was to get that ball to its rightful owner.
That would be Derek Jeter.
So, to the young man who made that lesson in morals possible, Thank you. Thank you for doing the right thing and showing the world that there is more to being a good person than just saying it. Actions truly speak louder than words.
Happy July 4th, and happy birthday to the best little sister in the world.
To celebrate, here are the annual Muppet clips…
Fozzie from my favorite movie-the Muppet Movie
And a classic-Sam the Eagle singing Stars and Stripes Forever. With a classic Sam freak out.
For eons, my family would spend at least one of our summer days at the fun park, no matter where we were. If we were in Maine, we’d find a place there. In California, it would be Disneyland, Knotts, or Magic Mountain.
This time around, we ended up at our local theme park, Six Flags Great Escape. This is a park that we used to go to years ago, when it was Storytown, then it was renamed to Great Escape. The park has changed significantly, but we figured with the deal we got today, it was worth trying with Isaac.
Truth be told, with Isaac’s ADHD and other issues, I hadn’t even thought to take him to a theme park because I never would have thought that he could handle it. Frankly, I was scared on my way out there.
One of my friends who also has a special needs kiddo let me in on the SNAP pass, the thing that is almost like a Disneyland SAP pass for guests with disabilities. Since Isaac gets overstimulated, waiting is a severe challenge and all of that good stuff that comes with severe ADHD, I grabbed one, stuck it in my backpack and hoped to heavens above I wouldn’t need it.
Did I mention it was raining in spurts, fits and downpours?
So, we marched into the park, ponchos (courtesy of mom..) and an umbrella (courtesy of me) and headed toward the roller coaster to start the day.
For you all to understand why we headed toward a roller coaster (with kiddie rides around it for Isaac), I need to tell this story:
When M and I were growing up, we took frequent trips to this fun park, and as we got older, we would head onto the newly built roller coasters. Dad would often join us and sit with one of us. Usually at a critical point in the ride, Dad would scream:
“OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO HURL!”
and then make a puking sound.
(insert screaming people either in front or in back of us and us dying of laughter.)
So, while Isaac and Mom and Doug (he doesn’t do roller coasters since the HUGE surgery) went over to the train and the old time cars, Dad and I ran over to the Boomerang. Dad decided he wanted to start the day right with a thrill ride.
(I had pictures, but the cell phone photos, which kinda suck, didn’t want to work here. OY!)
So, Dad and I rode the Boomerang for the first time in I don’t know how many years.
It was fun. It was hilarious.
Dad held his puke comment until later in the day.
Since it was wet and grey, it was nice to not have to use the SNAP pass for the Shrimper. He didn’t have to do a lot of waiting, but was insanely overstimulated by the entire day. It was a good thing that the first time was a rainy day!
It makes me think about how to make the day go easier the next time we do this.
Yes, there will be a next time. Isaac had an absolute blast of a time. He ran from ride to ride loving every second of it.
He rode his first roller coaster-this bodes well for us later on down the road, because this means he’ll be in line with me and Dad for the big gun coasters in a year or two.
He was able to get on all sorts of rides and laugh and smile and generally be a goof. AND he got his picture taken with Scooby Doo.
How do you beat that?
So, it was a wet, wild day at the fun park. We ALMOST got Mom on a ride, but that’ll happen next time we go.
I’ll have photos to prove it!
Here we are at the end of another year.
There hasn’t been much about my work, because all year, I’ve had to endure a social media blackout because a few years back, a group of insane parents decided to go on Facebook and slam the school, administration and pretty much everything about it.
I can say that it has been one of the hardest years I’ve spent teaching. Hey-this year, I didn’t do much teaching,because of the way the boss wanted to do the technology curriculum. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what people wanted and doing things that were originally not in my job description. Like making slideshows on short notice for the school board. Doing the web registration because the people that were supposed to do it flaked out.
It was a job that became harder as the school year went on and was thankless from the start.
I’m not saying this school is bad-on the contrary, it’s a VERY good school. The academics are amazing.
But for me? Not the place for me to be, on a lot of levels. So, it was a mixed blessing when the enrollment dropped enough (the curse of the private school) for them to cut a position. Oh, that position?
I’m ok. Seriously.
I’m really feeling about 10 tons lighter and not worried about how I’m going to survive next year at this place.
On the job front, I have some irons in the fire, and I’m not going to chat about any of them right now. I don’t want to jinx anything that could be in the works.
As for my darling Shrimper, I now have a 2nd grader!
He survived first grade and he now is happily situated in Mrs. Gr’s class, with a few of his friends and a good mix of the other kids from the other classes. This whole group of kids is very nice and accepting, so it should be a really nice mix. As for the TA, Mrs. P is going to be his TA. From what I hear, she’s almost just like Mrs. V, who we were completely in love with this year, and were so unopposed to having her glued to Isaac for one more year, but we understand…another child needs her special brand of love and sea of calm.
From the conversations that I’ve had with Mrs. F, the nurse (she has the BESTEST intel..) Mrs. Gr is a really nice, natural transition from Mrs. J.
So, we’re up for a good year.
LET SUMMER BEGIN!!
I sat in front of some of the most obnoxious people ever.
I have this track record at movie theaters of getting in front of the most idiotic people on the face of the planet. I swear. I must have a “IDIOTS SIT HERE!!” sign over my head pointing either in front of or behind me at almost every movie I go to. I don’t know what it is. My knack for sitting in front of the idiots dates back long before movies were extremely expensive to go to. Doug and I still joke about the one time that we went to a movie and we sat in front of this group of ADULTS and they yakked through the previews (not a problem) and then continued their yakking into the first 10 minutes of the movie, where the final straw was when the one woman blurted out, extremely loudly, “I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THOSE LAMPS!!!’
That was when I lost my snot. I turned around and let her have it.
so, this trend has never stopped.
Saturday, Doug and I went to the theater to see Super 8. I needed to have a bit of a day off from a lot of things that have been swirling around here. From work to summer plans for Isaac to my conference plans for the summer, it’s been a whirlwind of intense activity. I was already on low tolerance, and I figured that Super 8 in all of its retro-ness, would be a fairly easy going audience.
Therefore, I was not in any way worried about the two teens and their adult guardian plunking down behind me.
Yeah, I should have been.
Now, the teens were teens. I was expecting their adult guardian to keep them in line. Yeah. No such luck. She was just as bad as the two of them. She spent time having conversations with both boys and then when she was asked nicely by the gentleman sitting one seat over from me to please pipe down, she got nasty, but got quiet.
10 minutes later, she decided it was high time to hand out the snacks she had brought with her to the theater.
Now, I’m all for bringing your own snacks, because theater snacks are massively overpriced. BUT, please do so in a quiet, non intrusive manner! SERIOUSLY!!
What I heard behind me was the sound of a TRIPLE BAGGED load of snacks from Hannaford being unleashed on the two teens. The sound of crinkling plastic in my ear almost overshadowed one of the key moments of the film.
It was then I lost my snot on this woman. I whipped around in my chair (and since you couldn’t see my glare in the darkened theater) I said to her:
“I didn’t pay to hear crinkling plastic bags. Stop it now.”
She stopped dead in her tracks, and got all snotty and put the bags down. One of the teens had the nerve to start talking to her and I whipped around again and shushed them.
Not even 3 minutes later, the gentleman one seat down whips around and says, loudly to one of the teens,
So, after that, we didn’t hear a peep or a movement out of any of them. I think they were afraid that we’d get the theater personnel to kick them out. One more thing, and I honestly would have gone and gotten someone.
See? My bright arrow shines down again. I hope it doesn’t do it the next time I’m at the movies.
But seriously-Super 8 -all I can say is OH MY. Very well done, awesome film! Go see it!
Isaac’s school is awesome. The teachers, the principal and the support staff are phenomenal, even with the issues that I have with the OT and PT staff. It’s why I signed on to be a room mom for Isaac this year-I figured that it wouldn’t be too bad, and my co-room mom, Amy is a joy to work with. She coordinates the parties, I do the rest-like gifts, sending out all of the emails, ect. It’s an awesome team.
Last week, the first grade team sent home an “end of year” picnic form, and I got to emailing the parents to bring things in. Normally, Amy would handle this, but hey-she’s in the middle of a move (and I can totally empathize) and has a million boxes all over God’s green Earth in her house and she can’t find her way out! So, I took over on this one. No biggie!
The items on the picnic list:
ice and coolers
(and the usual clean up items-they’re heading to a park!!)
No biggie! I got most the items signed up for in one shot. I ❤ the parents in my room this year!!
I figured we were all smooth sailing until….
this email came flying through from the “School Spirit Committee”
Hello Homeroom Parents!Thank you for all that you have done to support our school this year. On Monday, 6/20, in our A-Z countdown, the students will receive an “x-tra special treat.” As we have in the past, we are hoping to serve sliced watermelon to the entire school.If you are unable to purchase, and/or deliver SLICED watermelon to the school on this date, please feel free to “recruit” another parent in your child’s classroom to do so.Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and support of the Rosendale School’s A-Z countdown. Have a great summer!
That is the day the first graders are having their picnic with watermelon. I don’t know that the first grade is 1) going to want more watermelon and 2) we can ask parents to deliver a second, sliced watermelon. Do you have any alternatives to watermelon?
Today, I’d love to introduce you to Lindsay! Lindsay is your Guest Ringmaster today while I go off to fight the good fight with Sears Auto. Again. Lindsay is a girl near and dear to my heart- Gamer, Mom, and all around fun person! Thanks for taking over the 3 Ring Circus today, Lindsay!
Okay, you all know Laura, yes? I’m Lindsay from Lindsay Blogs and I share a bit of a kindred spirit with Laura. We are both gamer moms. There are many different levels of “Gamer Mom”ness and I’m here to clarify a bit. There seems to be a bit of a misconception that “Gamer Moms” are, by definition, terrible mothers who neglect their children and have tunnel vision aimed directly at their computer screens.
The following paragraphs may contain statistics and certain claims that are in no way scientifically proven. All percentages are completely made up and should not be used for a research paper or anything.
Our first group of gamer moms to explore are what I like to call “Mario Moms.” These moms are your moms who think that Mario is still the #1 game in town. They say things like Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side:
“Put away that PlayBox thingy and do your homework!”
These moms try to be “cool” with their kids and attempt to play with them, but they think that jumping the controller will actually make the character on the screen jump higher. These are the “gamer moms” who are not really gamer moms in any way, shape or form.
Friday Night Moms
While there is probably another level between Mario Moms and Friday Night Moms, I’m going jump right into it. This group of moms really enjoy playing video games (real ones, not Mario Kart) on the weekends every once in a while and might even have a game night with their friends who also enjoy video games. Based on what I know, I bet Laura falls somewhere in this category.
Casual Gamer Moms
This is the category that I used to fall into. I’m currently a Recovering Gamer Mom (more to come on that later), but I used to spend a few hours (or less) each night after the kids went to bed playing World of Warcraft. I didn’t play when my kids were awake and I still attended to their every need. These moms are the ones that gamer geek boys thing are super awesome (or sad, they might just think I’m sad) and most other moms simply can’t relate. There are varying levels of Casual Gamer Moms – some are more casual than others and some are more hardcore without being hardcore.
Hardcore Gamer Moms
That brings us to the epitome of gamer mom. These are the ones that give the rest of us a bad name. These moms spend hours upon hours every day chasing pixels on a screen in hopes of attaining gamer fame. These are the moms that neglect every obligation in order to keep playing whatever game they are addicted to. For the perfect example of this type of gamer mom, you will need to watch The Guild and look for the character named “Clara.” She is the absolute epitome of Hardcore Gamer Moms. Those poor kids.
Recovering Gamer Moms
This is my current categorization. I used to be a Casual Gamer Mom (I was a Hardcore Gamer before I was a mom) and finally overcame the addiction to World of Warcraft about a month ago. I have given up “the game” before (once for as long as a year) and always seem to relapse. This time, however, I have no desire to play again, so I don’t think there’s a worry of relapse this time around. Plus, I have too much other stuff taking up all my time! Now I might fall into the Friday Night Mom category.
Alright, so we’ve discussed the different levels of “Gamer Moms” and we’re clear that not all moms who play video games are negligent, right? I’ve seen far too many articles written about how bad “gamer moms” are and I think it’s about time we clear the air of the whole thing. It’s nonsense, really. Now, excuse me. I have some Call of Duty: Modern Warfare to play.
Thanks again, Lindsay! Wanna come over and play Street Figher? hrm?