dagmaraka wrote:nimh wrote:Boots.
It's autumn and all the beautiful women here are wearing sleek, knee-high boots again..
what about the ugly ones? what are they wearing?
I'm sorry, that made me laugh.
dagmaraka wrote:nimh wrote:Boots.
It's autumn and all the beautiful women here are wearing sleek, knee-high boots again..
what about the ugly ones? what are they wearing?
It's Hungary! There are no ugly ones..
What made me smile today?
Not a bloody thing!!
My 3yo recieved an assignment to practice Living things and Non living things as it was the topic of the week.
Dad trying to be helpful " Am I a living or a non living thing?"
Her ( SpanningHer hands) You are just a big thing!!!
Small but heartfelt delights:
All the socks in this house are paired. Every single one of them. I have no odd socks haunting my life.
Ta dah!
One student in class is a struggling, but persistent and progressing academic. He is an English Learner and he has ADHD. But, he's bright and eager to learn. Most of the time. He was having a rotten couple of days. Today I pulled him aside and asked what was going on - didn't want to talk about it. Ok, I knew it wasn't major, just wanted to see if I could help (turns out he was kept up until 1am last night because someone was watching LOUD tv). Anyway, he had a hard time focusing on work, was sort of dazed and a little grumpy (I would have been).
We were at library late in the day. He had help finding a book on poetry. He was staring at it, closed on the table. I sat down, opened the book and started reading poems. It was in a random order (one from the middle about a road-killed squirrel, one at the start about the author's grandmother). I was reading our 5th or 5th poem, one about bedtime (Bedroom Ocean, I think). He said, "Stop reading! I'll fall asleep" so I closed the book. He poked at the book, then opened it. He flipped through and said, "We haven't read this one....." I realized he wanted me to stop the bedtime poem, but not the reading. So I kept going. Some of the poems were sad and touched a cord in me. I told him a couple of them almost made me cry. We came to one about a slave. I warned him I might cry. He kept looking at my eyes.
We had a few more poems yet to read when it was time to go. He made me speed read the rest before he'd go to art.
I LOVED THAT! This was a golden moment in teaching.
Yay teacher-k! (I typed teacherk first but that looked like it rhymed with berserk...)
And wow, EVERY sock has found its mate? Impressive.
Noddy, I can as well...in three sizes, too!
Meanwhile, found this exhange very funny in the Humor section:
The Blonde's Two Dogs
realjohnboy wrote:Nice story, Littlek.
Yeah, thanks <smiling again>.
Popped out to pay the rent to my landlady. We met at a downtown square. I got a call from the Brussels office right when I was about to leave (I never get calls! I'm a web guy!), so I was 5 mins late. She was talking to some Korean girls. Well, they were talking to her, it turned out.
They had come up to her and had asked, do you believe in God? (Or Jesus, or whatever.) She's all, groan, no I dont. Have you read the Bible? Yes, I have, thanks. And no, I dont want to talk about it. Well, et cetera, times three. But they werent quite ready to let go. Instead, they ramped it up: The Virgin Mary is alive today! Umm, she had blinked, urr, that's.. just great.
And she lives in Korea!!
She told them to pass her greetings on to her.
I have to admit that I cheated a bit--but the garbage was picked up this morning and the evidence is gone, gone away.
For the moment: No Unmated Socks. Bliss.
Rep Stark's remarks about bush.
I could take a nap today.
Diane's post... hearing that farmerman is fine... and driving by Dagmar's Hair Studio in west roxbury
Sitting at the beach in my chair, two dogs draped over my knees, enjoying the sun, the fresh air, the sound of the waves. It was a beautiful morning.
Looking for somewhere to move to. Its so exciring even though itl be a few years yet lol.
