Apparently, I say “what the heck” a lot. Well, this is according to my third graders, my five 8 year old boys who are the big fat bane of my existence. But I’ve made a deal with these jokers, that I will stop saying “what the heck,” if they stop yelling “Jesus Christ!”
These are the same boisterous bananas who refer to me as “Lanizilla” complete with drawings and stories of my “atomic breath” and going to battle with entire cities. Oh, they’re a hoot, alright. Talkative smarty pants who like to talk in “cavemonics” (aka “caveman speak”, replacing “I” with “me”) and arguing the differences between “opinion” and “fact” often to the detriment of my fragile sanity.
Interestingly, my "teaching" time with them has coincided with the worst migraine I ever had, complete with tossing my cookies in the bathroom to the witness of a now-scarred second grader. [Although, to be fair, Bua is allergic to cats but also loves them, so you could argue she was already scarred.]
As a result of all these “great stories” I’ve been collecting, I’ve had zilch time or energy to read and write. But instead of drinking copious amounts of wine to assuage my pain (I know, I know, it’s not too late!), I started watching Ted Lasso. And it has been such a healing balm of laughter, tears, and positivity. I can see why it’s gotten the attention it has, and will miss it when I reach the end of the season two.
🇰🇭 I found this
interesting because of my time teaching in Cambodia, but the Reader’s
Digest version is this: Khmer is a complex language, yo, and kids
these days don’t want to be typing all that, so they use the voice
option the most on FB Messenger.
I learned early on that many of my students (who are
now married and having babies!) use Roman letters + their own agreed
upon abbreviated language to communicate.
🎧 YouTube channel ultravclet has these great playlists like "You're living Marie Antoinette's life", "You're in the last Romanov royal ball", and "You're a princess dreaming in a palace garden".
“Good mashed potato is one of the great luxuries of life.” —Lindsey Bareham
As much as I like seeking out new artists, there's something about the classics, like Andrew Wyeth (1917 –2009), an American treasure.
"Sending out an S.O.S."
No Girl is an Island
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