So, this does not really fall under a new for the day. But it is cute and it is a new experience none the less.
I was at my friends house and I was watching these two five year old girls and a three year old getting drinks for themselves. They all went to the fridge. They all had the same options. They all chose for themselves. The three year old picked a juice box. The first five year old chose a juice box but then noticed the other 5 year old has a can of Ginger ale. So she put her juice box back and got another can of Ginger ale out of the fridge.
As the three year old drank and the five year olds filled their cups instead of drinking out of the can, they discussed if the three year old was allowed to have Ginger ale. The two five year olds where very concerned to make sure that they did not do anything that the three year old's mother would disapprove of. Very conscious of them I must add.
So this debate of can she or can't she continues between the five year olds. The three year old is extremely happy with her juice box and is drinking away while they discuss her all around her.
The first five year old has decided that the three year old is too young. We were much older when we could drink Ginger ale.
The second five year old pipes up with, "I was five when I started ginger ale." She is so the addict in the making! Of course I wanted to point out to her that she is still five. But because her birthday is in 3 and a half months she is more 6 than she is 5 in her mind!
I just loved how she thinks. You have to be old enough to experience things. You have to watch out for those around you so that they do not experience things to soon. You have to inspire the desire to want to have things in their proper time. And you have to learn the patience to stick it out until the time comes.
So, I can say that my new for the day is learning from a 5 year old. (of course that happens all the time for me with the circle of friends I hang out with!) But it was a new lesson and that is all that matters.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Fried Green Tomatoes and other passing ideas!
I had so many first’s today that I will have to put up multiple posts.
My first one happened in Wally World. I don’t know if it’s because I am about to turn 40. Or if I am really desperate. Or if I have just given up all reason and have decided to go with all of my natural impulses. That last thought is a little scary-even for me!
Well, today at Wally World I spotted a very nice looking creature. I have run into them all around town and we’ve even joked about stocking each other. But, shy as I am…I have done nothing. So as we both finish our shopping, and they go one way and I go another I am saddened by my lack of courage to step out of my comfort zone and ask them out.
So, as I get into my car, and pause to let a car go by me…It’s them. In the car in front of me. It’s fate. I must do something. Ask them out. Ask them if their married. Just do something. Of course this is all running thru my mind as we are driving down the busiest street we have in town. I am watching every move they make inside the car. And yet, I’m not sure that they have even seen me. We stop at a light. Do I get out and ask to go get coffee? No, I sit still. We come to another light. I could just say something nice about the car! But I say nothing.
And then it hits me, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” I have awesome insurance. I can run into them and get a date or at least a longer conversation then just Hi and Bye, preferably both. I am actually considering it. There is something drastically wrong with my brain. As I finish my debate in my head I notice the car in front of me has their blinker on. This is not the way I need to turn. This is not the way to coffee. This is not the way into my future. I could hit them. Just a little nudge. Just a small tap. The light is going change.
I do nothing. But, at the last minute, I noticed that they looked up into their rearview mirror. It’s now or never. My hands come of my wheel. My brain stops controlling my actions. So, I have my windows down and my hands up and I am shouting Good Bye at the top of my lungs.
Nothing! I think I might have gotten a small wave and a nod. But I will never know, because the next time we pass each other, my head will be down and I will play dumb and pretend to not see them.
I do have to say it was fun dreaming for just a moment. Who knows, they could have been the one. Or they could have been the one that would have totally destroyed my life. Either way the moment has passed and life continues. I will have more opportunities for firsts tomorrow!
My first one happened in Wally World. I don’t know if it’s because I am about to turn 40. Or if I am really desperate. Or if I have just given up all reason and have decided to go with all of my natural impulses. That last thought is a little scary-even for me!
Well, today at Wally World I spotted a very nice looking creature. I have run into them all around town and we’ve even joked about stocking each other. But, shy as I am…I have done nothing. So as we both finish our shopping, and they go one way and I go another I am saddened by my lack of courage to step out of my comfort zone and ask them out.
So, as I get into my car, and pause to let a car go by me…It’s them. In the car in front of me. It’s fate. I must do something. Ask them out. Ask them if their married. Just do something. Of course this is all running thru my mind as we are driving down the busiest street we have in town. I am watching every move they make inside the car. And yet, I’m not sure that they have even seen me. We stop at a light. Do I get out and ask to go get coffee? No, I sit still. We come to another light. I could just say something nice about the car! But I say nothing.
And then it hits me, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” I have awesome insurance. I can run into them and get a date or at least a longer conversation then just Hi and Bye, preferably both. I am actually considering it. There is something drastically wrong with my brain. As I finish my debate in my head I notice the car in front of me has their blinker on. This is not the way I need to turn. This is not the way to coffee. This is not the way into my future. I could hit them. Just a little nudge. Just a small tap. The light is going change.
I do nothing. But, at the last minute, I noticed that they looked up into their rearview mirror. It’s now or never. My hands come of my wheel. My brain stops controlling my actions. So, I have my windows down and my hands up and I am shouting Good Bye at the top of my lungs.
Nothing! I think I might have gotten a small wave and a nod. But I will never know, because the next time we pass each other, my head will be down and I will play dumb and pretend to not see them.
I do have to say it was fun dreaming for just a moment. Who knows, they could have been the one. Or they could have been the one that would have totally destroyed my life. Either way the moment has passed and life continues. I will have more opportunities for firsts tomorrow!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Head Butting
OK,I did not do this, but I witnessed it. And since I am pretty sure that no one else has ever witnessed this I am going to count it as my new experience.
I watched a 63 year old woman Head Butt a twenty something woman.
I was in my water aerobics class on Friday and we started out just like any other Friday. All the lovely old Bettys and me. We are just getting started when in comes this woman in her twenties. She is dressed in an Olympic type swimsuit, with goggles, fins, hair cap and her own splash board. She is a professional. She is here to work out.
I should mention that up until this moment the lovely ladies around me have been yakking and having fun and not really 'working out.' Don't get me wrong, they are here to exercise, just sometimes it is a tie between their mouths and legs on which one got the harder workout! And they know it!
But all mouths stopped as this woman entered the pool. She did not enter into the "Lap" lane. She did not enter into the area that was intended for serious swimmers. She jumped right in to "Their" territory and started her laps. Full force, perfect form and much attitude was performed by this woman.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. All hell broke out!
"Do you see her?"
"Who does she think she is?"
"What right does she have?"
"She is in our Territory!"
"This is our space, does she not see that we are exercising here?"
"She has to go!"
I watch as these beautiful, peaceful sages start to ignite. War is brewing and if I was the twenty something woman I would be scared.
This woman just keeps swimming. The sages have hollered at her. The sages have yelled at the 19 year old life guard to do something. The sages have started to swarm.
One particular sages, who happens to be 63, and has figured out that you don't get anything in life by staying safe, decides to take things in her own hands.
First she tries talking to the woman loudly. The woman keeps swimming. Then the sage taps her on the shoulder as she swims by. The woman pauses, says "I was told I can swim here." And continues to keep swimming.
Now you must realizes that there are about 20 silver haired beauties circling, one instructor, one lifeguard, one trainer, one trainee, a father and daughter team, and me in the pool also. We are all watching this twenty year old blow this sage off.
The next thing I know, the sage has stepped forcefully in front of the swimmer, planted her feet securely, and sticks out her belly! The timing was flawless. The twenty something swimmer swam directly into the belly of this woman head first. Direct impact!
The swimmer paused. The swimmer looked around. The swimmer shook it off. The swimmer kept swimming!
Awe...pure Awe. That is all I can say. I am in awe that someone could be that disrespectful to another person. I am also totally in awe that this 63 year old sage is not totally damaged.
The 19 year old finally decides that he should step in and has to tap the swimmer twice before he can get her to stop, but he finally gets her to go to the "lap" lane.
The whole rest of the class is spent talking about the gull of the swimmer and the endurance of our sages. They inform me that this happens all the time and "they" just have to set them straight!
All I have to say is that I am glad that I am in the class and not against it!
I watched a 63 year old woman Head Butt a twenty something woman.
I was in my water aerobics class on Friday and we started out just like any other Friday. All the lovely old Bettys and me. We are just getting started when in comes this woman in her twenties. She is dressed in an Olympic type swimsuit, with goggles, fins, hair cap and her own splash board. She is a professional. She is here to work out.
I should mention that up until this moment the lovely ladies around me have been yakking and having fun and not really 'working out.' Don't get me wrong, they are here to exercise, just sometimes it is a tie between their mouths and legs on which one got the harder workout! And they know it!
But all mouths stopped as this woman entered the pool. She did not enter into the "Lap" lane. She did not enter into the area that was intended for serious swimmers. She jumped right in to "Their" territory and started her laps. Full force, perfect form and much attitude was performed by this woman.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. All hell broke out!
"Do you see her?"
"Who does she think she is?"
"What right does she have?"
"She is in our Territory!"
"This is our space, does she not see that we are exercising here?"
"She has to go!"
I watch as these beautiful, peaceful sages start to ignite. War is brewing and if I was the twenty something woman I would be scared.
This woman just keeps swimming. The sages have hollered at her. The sages have yelled at the 19 year old life guard to do something. The sages have started to swarm.
One particular sages, who happens to be 63, and has figured out that you don't get anything in life by staying safe, decides to take things in her own hands.
First she tries talking to the woman loudly. The woman keeps swimming. Then the sage taps her on the shoulder as she swims by. The woman pauses, says "I was told I can swim here." And continues to keep swimming.
Now you must realizes that there are about 20 silver haired beauties circling, one instructor, one lifeguard, one trainer, one trainee, a father and daughter team, and me in the pool also. We are all watching this twenty year old blow this sage off.
The next thing I know, the sage has stepped forcefully in front of the swimmer, planted her feet securely, and sticks out her belly! The timing was flawless. The twenty something swimmer swam directly into the belly of this woman head first. Direct impact!
The swimmer paused. The swimmer looked around. The swimmer shook it off. The swimmer kept swimming!
Awe...pure Awe. That is all I can say. I am in awe that someone could be that disrespectful to another person. I am also totally in awe that this 63 year old sage is not totally damaged.
The 19 year old finally decides that he should step in and has to tap the swimmer twice before he can get her to stop, but he finally gets her to go to the "lap" lane.
The whole rest of the class is spent talking about the gull of the swimmer and the endurance of our sages. They inform me that this happens all the time and "they" just have to set them straight!
All I have to say is that I am glad that I am in the class and not against it!
Grandma's house
Over the River and Thru the Woods to Grandmother's House We Go!
This is my new event. I have never taken children to Grandma's House. But today I did! Today I actually drove thru the woods, and over the river, although I found out later that I was not suppose to go over the river, to Grandmother's house.
We left early in the morning, drove all day, and arrived to the friendliest greeting I've had in along time. Grandma was waiting for us on the porch. I could almost smell the chocolate chip cookies from the road!
Of course, Grandma was waiting on the porch because I let 5 year olds tell me which way to turn to get to Grandma's house and we had already called to say we were lost. This was not a wise idea, and after the dogs from a wrong turn tried to attack the car, the small children also thought it was not wise to let them navigate. But alas, one last wrong turn and we pull over to find out where we were and this man in a white truck passes us and asks if we are OK. I let him know I am just looking to find where I am going. He waves and drives off. The small children, who have steered me wrong multiple times this trip, start yelling, "Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete!" Of course the man has already driven away so I can not ask him if he is Uncle Pete. But the twins are certain that this man, in this white truck, is Uncle Pete.
"Follow him! He'll lead us to Grandma's house!" I point out to them that there are 792 million white trucks in Texas. But they don't care. This is Uncle Pete's Truck. This is Uncle Pete!
What the heck-We can't get any more lost than we already are, so I follow this strange truck with this strange Uncle Pete in it! And you know what...It was Uncle Pete! As we turned the last corner and I now recognized Uncle Pete's House and Uncle Pete's Wife I was very happy to have listened to the 5 year olds!
Needless to say, Uncle Pete gave us clear directions and we made it to Grandma's house and all is well.
We are having fun and we are getting spoiled and we are eating way to many good things that Grandma made just for us!
So I guess that it is good to go to Grandma's house even if a 5 year old is giving directions!
This is my new event. I have never taken children to Grandma's House. But today I did! Today I actually drove thru the woods, and over the river, although I found out later that I was not suppose to go over the river, to Grandmother's house.
We left early in the morning, drove all day, and arrived to the friendliest greeting I've had in along time. Grandma was waiting for us on the porch. I could almost smell the chocolate chip cookies from the road!
Of course, Grandma was waiting on the porch because I let 5 year olds tell me which way to turn to get to Grandma's house and we had already called to say we were lost. This was not a wise idea, and after the dogs from a wrong turn tried to attack the car, the small children also thought it was not wise to let them navigate. But alas, one last wrong turn and we pull over to find out where we were and this man in a white truck passes us and asks if we are OK. I let him know I am just looking to find where I am going. He waves and drives off. The small children, who have steered me wrong multiple times this trip, start yelling, "Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete!" Of course the man has already driven away so I can not ask him if he is Uncle Pete. But the twins are certain that this man, in this white truck, is Uncle Pete.
"Follow him! He'll lead us to Grandma's house!" I point out to them that there are 792 million white trucks in Texas. But they don't care. This is Uncle Pete's Truck. This is Uncle Pete!
What the heck-We can't get any more lost than we already are, so I follow this strange truck with this strange Uncle Pete in it! And you know what...It was Uncle Pete! As we turned the last corner and I now recognized Uncle Pete's House and Uncle Pete's Wife I was very happy to have listened to the 5 year olds!
Needless to say, Uncle Pete gave us clear directions and we made it to Grandma's house and all is well.
We are having fun and we are getting spoiled and we are eating way to many good things that Grandma made just for us!
So I guess that it is good to go to Grandma's house even if a 5 year old is giving directions!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Lightning Thief
My new event for this day is finishing the kids book “Percy Jackson & Olympians the Lightning Thief.”
This is one of the kid’s books that have recently been made into a movie. I have not seen the movie but I will be interested in seeing how they transfer the book into film.
The plot of the story is a seventh grader who apparently is a son of a god. He goes on a quest to find stolen items from the Olympian gods. He must battle evil forces and monsters from Hell. In fact this seventh grader and his two friends go face to face with Hades and must deal with going to hell and surviving all of its twists and turns.
I understand that Children’s books are supposed to deal with Good and Evil. And I can even deal with a children’s book having some form of Hell in it. But this book presents the belief that all people go to Hell and then are dealt with. And this picture of Hell is scary.
I have always been a big supporter of reading books and then deciding if they are appropriate or not for kids instead for just going on hype. I, personally enjoyed Harry Potter and believe that for the right age group, and with an open opportunity for discussion, kids, Christian or otherwise, can find it very entertaining. But the right age group.
Thightning Thief is written geared to 6th thru 8th grade. Yet it’s at a 4.7 reading level. That means that a fourth grader should be able to read this and understand it. I disagree. I do not want my fourth grader reading this and I do not want my fourth grader trying to understand this. Yet I know that fourth graders and probably some third graders are reading it.
So my question is who is discussing this with our children? When I was in Oregon I ran a reading club for 9 to 14 year olds. We read everything and discussed it all. You would never realize all that goes on in our children’s heads. I really enjoyed my time with these kids. And I really enjoyed reading all of the books.
So my quest to you: read a current kid’s book and find a kid to discuss it with. See what conversations are sparked. You never know, you might even learn something!
Remember, I love you because…
This is one of the kid’s books that have recently been made into a movie. I have not seen the movie but I will be interested in seeing how they transfer the book into film.
The plot of the story is a seventh grader who apparently is a son of a god. He goes on a quest to find stolen items from the Olympian gods. He must battle evil forces and monsters from Hell. In fact this seventh grader and his two friends go face to face with Hades and must deal with going to hell and surviving all of its twists and turns.
I understand that Children’s books are supposed to deal with Good and Evil. And I can even deal with a children’s book having some form of Hell in it. But this book presents the belief that all people go to Hell and then are dealt with. And this picture of Hell is scary.
I have always been a big supporter of reading books and then deciding if they are appropriate or not for kids instead for just going on hype. I, personally enjoyed Harry Potter and believe that for the right age group, and with an open opportunity for discussion, kids, Christian or otherwise, can find it very entertaining. But the right age group.
Thightning Thief is written geared to 6th thru 8th grade. Yet it’s at a 4.7 reading level. That means that a fourth grader should be able to read this and understand it. I disagree. I do not want my fourth grader reading this and I do not want my fourth grader trying to understand this. Yet I know that fourth graders and probably some third graders are reading it.
So my question is who is discussing this with our children? When I was in Oregon I ran a reading club for 9 to 14 year olds. We read everything and discussed it all. You would never realize all that goes on in our children’s heads. I really enjoyed my time with these kids. And I really enjoyed reading all of the books.
So my quest to you: read a current kid’s book and find a kid to discuss it with. See what conversations are sparked. You never know, you might even learn something!
Remember, I love you because…
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wibit
I went to a new church yesterday. And I jumped on a Wibit! These are my two new events. The Church and the Wibit did not turn out the way I had intended, but were enjoyable none the less!
For those of you that do not know what a Wibit is-It is a giant blow up obstacle course on top of water. When I was in Minnesota I walked on water-That is frozen lake water. And now I have tried running on water. Neither one was I any good at. But I tried and all of the children under 10 thought I was hilarious! The had a blast trying to teach me how to maneuver the course, but in the end they mostly laughed at how I kept falling off of it!
So I see that no one has given me any suggestions on what I should try next. Let me know what you think-Cuz otherwise I am going to have to think outside the box and that could be dangerous!
Remeber I love you, Because...
For those of you that do not know what a Wibit is-It is a giant blow up obstacle course on top of water. When I was in Minnesota I walked on water-That is frozen lake water. And now I have tried running on water. Neither one was I any good at. But I tried and all of the children under 10 thought I was hilarious! The had a blast trying to teach me how to maneuver the course, but in the end they mostly laughed at how I kept falling off of it!
So I see that no one has given me any suggestions on what I should try next. Let me know what you think-Cuz otherwise I am going to have to think outside the box and that could be dangerous!
Remeber I love you, Because...
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Bad Musical Theater.
I went to see the musical Carousel this evening. It was at the local university. I can't say that this was the worst night of my life but it ranks right up there! I know that musicals of another era tend to be longer and more real to life than current musicals but this was long and boring.
On behalf of the Cast I must give them credit for trying very hard. The show was directed and choreographed exactly as the Broadway show.
Let me stop here and relay a story that happened last night at a concert I was at. The show was fantastic and the fans were relatively receptive. When the concert was over and we were all clapping the performers left the stage and came back again. The man in front of me turned and asked what they were doing? why weren't they leaving? He had never heard the word En cour. That is how I feel about theater in San Angelo. If they have never heard of the word En cour then they do not know to try to inspire one. I believe that the planning comity for the University had a great idea to bring about something new and interesting to the community. I just feel that the follow thru was lacking.
So my new today was the musical, but my new that I look forward to achieving is giving the theater another chance and seeing what New things they will be coming up with.
Remember, I love you, because...
On behalf of the Cast I must give them credit for trying very hard. The show was directed and choreographed exactly as the Broadway show.
Let me stop here and relay a story that happened last night at a concert I was at. The show was fantastic and the fans were relatively receptive. When the concert was over and we were all clapping the performers left the stage and came back again. The man in front of me turned and asked what they were doing? why weren't they leaving? He had never heard the word En cour. That is how I feel about theater in San Angelo. If they have never heard of the word En cour then they do not know to try to inspire one. I believe that the planning comity for the University had a great idea to bring about something new and interesting to the community. I just feel that the follow thru was lacking.
So my new today was the musical, but my new that I look forward to achieving is giving the theater another chance and seeing what New things they will be coming up with.
Remember, I love you, because...
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