>Funday Sunday

>(or Reflections on a fun Saturday night)

We packed up our teddy bears and cowbell for a fun Saturday night. Trust me, it makes sense.
We went to a minor league hockey game last night. Tickets are reasonable, the games are enjoyable, and this was a special promotion night for the team: the annual Teddy Bear Toss. The crowd brings teddy bears to the game and tosses them on the ice after the home team scores their first goal. Bears are donated to a local children’s hospital.
We left home with the ninth inning of a spring training baseball game on the van radio. The Milwaukee Brewers had come from behind and were leading by only one run going into the ninth inning, so we wanted to hear the last inning. They won, so we turned our attention from sunny Arizona baseball to ice hockey. (Um, yes. In March you can watch a baseball and a hockey game in the stretch of a few hours.)
Parking was easy, and we entered the arena with teddy bears in hand and plenty of time to spare. I rewarded myself with a new and cozy Green Bay Gamblers sweatshirt from the shop. Volunteers handed us coupons for free Personal Pan Pizzas as a reward for bringing in teddy bears.
Finding our seats was more of a challenge than we thought. We usually sit right by the glass because of Amigo’s vision, but it’s been a hassle in the past to help him down the narrow staircases to the seats. We decided to try the handicapped section this time. The first usher sent us “down the hall, take a left, and you’ll be right there.” The second usher looked at our tickets and sent us up the elevator. A third one said, “I know where these are. I’ll take you there.” She led us back down the elevator, where we ran into a good friend who works at the arena (Hi! Hi! Long time no see! Where are your seats? We don’t know yet! Mom, hurry up!) and eventually were led down a side hall to the wheelchair ramp and our area.
We (finally) found our seats, turned and waved to my friend on her catwalk beside her large spotlight, and then settled in for the fun.
When the Gamblers scored their first goal, the place went nuts. You’ve heard of raining cats and dogs? It was raining teddy bears in plastic bags! And since we were sitting down front, we were getting pummeled with animals that didn’t quite make the ice. We threw ours and at least twenty or thirty more. One hungry bear knocked over my popcorn, darn it. Next year, I’ll wait until after the toss to get snacks.
We left the arena minus three bears, plus a new sweatshirt, coupons for pizza and tacos (a promotion whenever the team scores five goals or more) and a radio t-shirt we caught when it was tossed into the crowd (yet another promotion). We’ll add it to Amigo’s collection.
All in all, it was a Funday Saturday for the sports fans in our family.

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>Siblings and Love Thursday

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You can’t see all of it, but you can see the results. This picture demonstrates siblings cooperating, a nephew enjoying a novelty gift from an uncle, and just an overall good time on the couch on a Saturday night.

This is Amigo in his Radio Hat. He’s taking his own picture with La Petite’s camera while she looks on, just out of range. If you’re noticing that it’s not centered very well, remember: Amigo is visually impaired. He reads Braille and walks with a white cane. I mean, he can’t see where the camera is pointing, so it’s just a lucky shot that actually caught the corner of his head and hat.

La Petite was home for the weekend, and they were bonding and giggling and taking pictures. He took more; the top one is my favorite. To the right is a shot he took of his sister’s computer. That’s a pillow reflected in the screen, by the way, not her screensaver.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone.

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>One Mother of Invention

>I give thanks for a relatively unknown inventor. Her name was Josephine Garis Cochrane, and she lived in Shelbyville, Illinois. (Ha-ha! No links. You’ll have to figure it out for yourself or wait until the end of the post.)
Mrs. Cochrane was descended from creative people. Her father designed bridges and machines, and her great-grandfather had built steamboats. Even though she lived in a time when women were not recognized for their industry, she put together a new and unique machine. She patented this in 1886 (guess it yet?).
Amazingly, this tool was considered a novelty and even a gimmick, not essential, for decades. Not until the late 1950s did her innovative invention catch on.
Need more? Mine broke down last summer. I replaced it, wishing it were a luxury, but knowing that in our two-income busy family we needed this item.
Snowblower? Nope.
Lawnmower? Not that, either.
Microwave? Well, it’s an essential in my home, but no.
Coffeemaker? You know me too well. But no.
HDTV? Give me a break.

Josephine Garis Cochrane was truly a “Mother” of invention. She created and patented the first dishwasher.

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>Super Mom Saves the World

>She can bring home the bacon,
Fry it up in the pan,
Get the kids to soccer
In her perfect minivan…

She’s Super Mom, of course. Who else? Unappreciated, overworked, and unable to resist cleaning up after people, Super Mom gives us a peek inside our overachieving selves.
In the midst of myriad work-related crises and home repair, it was a relief to lose myself in Super Mom Saves the World by Melanie Lynne Hauser. Birdie Lee, a.k.a. Super Mom, has her heart in the right place. Saving the world as she knows it, her hometown of Astro Park, involves watching her unathletic son survive Little League baseball, helping her daughter find a prom dress to complement her newly pink-streaked hair, and fighting off a desperate pass by her ex-husband, all while helping the PTA compete with the local Shriners in the quest to raise funds. And that’s just in between shifts ridding the world of injustice!
I identify with Birdie when she’s cautiously teaching her daughter to drive and dealing with her son’s adolescence, an experience that even homebaked cookies doesn’t cure. Her discomfort with the transfer of funds from the arts to Astro Park’s new sports complex is all too real in many school districts. But at the same time, I have to laugh at her motherly reactions.
“Kelly Maria Lee, when I am done keeping the world safe for democracy, you are going to be grounded. Do you understand? You didn’t use your turn signals once!”
And as she and her family frantically separate for the final chase scene: “Be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and look both ways when you’re crossing the street!”
Gotta love it. She’s me, but in spandex, superhero cape, and high heels. Oh, yes, and minus the caffeine addiction.
When I’m done cleaning up rabbit fur (darn those adorable bunnies) with my cool Swiffer duster, I’ll bake some cookies for my oh-so-grown-up children and sit down with a good book. No Apron of Anticipation for me: just the anticipation of a good story that I can read and reread.
Supermoms of the world, take a break and read Super Mom Saves the World. You deserve it.

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>Humor can raise spirits

>This all happened last night when I was overtired from a long, tough week and a long and tiring, though enjoyable, day. Husband has decided he wants a better blog nickname. La Petite was home for the weekend, and she joined in. Amigo (the former El Grande) stayed out of it, listening to a spring training baseball game. The conversation went something like this.

Husband: What’s my name on your blog?
La Petite: You’re El Husbando.
me: No, it’s just Husband.
Husband: Boring. You can do better. I can do better.
La Petite: How about the Mustachio One?
me: What if he shaves?
La Petite: He hasn’t been in years, right? Don’t worry.
Husband: (grins)
me: There must be something better.
Husband: Kilgore!
me: That’s not fun. Not unless you enjoy the smell of napalm in the morning.
Husband: He’s cool! He blows things up!
me: How about Tuttle?
Husband: But he’s imaginary!
me: He’s also cool. The women want to meet him, the men want to be him.
Husband: But he’s not real! And everyone important knows he’s not real!
me: He’s good looking and smart and all those other amazing qualities. You could be Tuttle.
Husband: Let’s think of something else.
me: How about something related to your model trains?
La Petite: Mom, don’t tell him he has a “cute caboose” again. That’s embarrassing.
me: You mean he can’t be The Caboose on my blog?
both: No.
Husband: What’s the name of the husband in the comic strip “For Better or for Worse?” He’s a model train buff.
me: Um, uh, the Mom is Elly, the kids are Michael, Elizabeth, and April, Michael is married to Deanna and has Meredith and Robin… I don’t know the dad’s name. He’s a dentist! I know he’s a dentist. And you’re not.
Husband (after a brief web search): Listen. “Elly’s protagonist, John Patterson…” There you go!
me: La Petite, we found a name. He’s my Protagonist.
Husband: No, no, no. I’m John!
me: That’s not your name, and it’s boring.
Husband: What do you call Husband?

So he still doesn’t have a new nickname. I rather like Protagonist, but we’ll see.

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>Seuss on the Loose

>Theodore Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, made an amazing contribution to children’s literature when he decided to write and illustrate books that were both readable and fun. His birthday was March 2nd, and many schools celebrate Read Across America in his honor. Just for fun, and Dr. Seuss was all about fun, here’s a little Seuss Trivia. Answers will be posted later this week.

1. How many words did Dr. Seuss use in writing The Cat in the Hat?
2. Name one of Dr. Seuss’ rare non-rhyming books.
3. The fox in Fox in Socks tries to interest what character in attempting several tongue-twisters?
4. What is the name of the little boy in To Think that I saw it on Mulberry Street?
5. (This one’s a toughie) Dr. Seuss wrote a poem called “The Perfect Gift.” What did he recommend as the perfect gift?
6. Name the con man who talks the Sneetches out of their money by removing and attaching stars (upon thars).
7. Dr. Seuss did not illustrate this colorful book, published posthumously.
8. Finish this phrase. “I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An ____________’s faithful, one hundred percent.”
9. In The Sneetches and other stories, you’ll find a story about a woman who named all her children this.
10. How many hats did young Bartholomew Cubbins inadvertently wear?

I’m sure many of these are out there on the Internet somewhere. If you’re up for some low-tech fun, dig into a stack of Dr. Seuss books instead.

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>Snow business — from the inside out

>While the bunnies were napping (and so was I), Husband took the camera around the house for a few snow day pictures.


On the left: the view out the front window, looking across the street. Our neighbor is finishing up his snowblowing.

On the right: a closer look outside through the same window. Yes, the snow is very heavy and wet today.
We’re supposed to get another 2-4 inches overnight. That’ll be enough to make us get out the snowblowers again in the morning, but not enough to close schools. I guess I’d better remind Amigo to do his homework. We’ll set the grown-ups’ alarm clocks a little earlier than usual to make sure we shovel out and get to work on time.

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>There’s No Business like Snow Business

>It all depends on where you live and who you ask.
–an email from La Petite, about 120 miles south of us:
“Last night Jimmy John’s wouldn’t even deliver to me. You know you’re in Wisconsin when the most hard core places won’t deliver because of the weather. Thing is, I didn’t even think it was that bad. “
–from one of our local newscasts:
“In Wisconsin a severe storm bore down that meteorologists warned would last through the weekend, bringing howling winds and up to 27 inches of snow or more in parts of the state.”
–from weather.com:
“Heavy snow and gusty winds will impact areas from eastern Colorado, through west-central Nebraska and southeastern South Dakota, to much of Minnesota, Wisconsin and Lower Michigan. Areas including North Platte, Sioux Falls, Minneapolis and Madison could see a foot or more of snow. “
–from a conversation while supper was being prepared:
me: “I should take before, during, and after pictures for my blog.”
Husband: “You’re making too big a deal out of this.”
me: “Aren’t we supposed to get a lot of snow?”
H: “It’s not going to be the storm of the century.”
me:”Well, it’s going to be dark soon, so if I’m going to take a picture, I should do it now.”
H: “It’ll be a very boring series. We’re not going to get that much.”
me: “Darn. I was hoping for a snow day Monday.”
H: “Don’t count on it.”

Unfortunately, I think he’s right. The radar shows a cookie-bite shaped cut-out over our neck of the woods. I think the rest of the state, including La Petite’s campus, is getting pummeled. We’re going to get just enough to shovel. I guess I’ll go play with the barometer instead of the camera.

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>Love Thursday

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Charlie Brown said, “Happiness is a warm puppy.” In my home, happiness is a warm bunny, a cup of coffee, and a good book.

I love to reread good literature. I read a book the first time for the plot, the second time for the details, and the third time (and on beyond, if it’s worthy) for the writer’s craft. Lately, I’ve been re-reading the Harry Potter series. When the newest (and last) comes out in July, I’ll be ready.

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>When metaphors go bad(ly)

>I spent the day catching up. No, I spent part of the day catching up. I still had to teach, and to do that I had to plan for today. Since I missed all of my prep time last Wednesday and Thursday, and Friday was a staff development day (which I missed due to flu), I had nothing in my plan book. Blank page.
So…I was juggling at least four balls. I caught up a little on the stacks of paper at my desk (one ball) while the kids took a math test and watched a science video. I got a little ahead on tomorrow’s plans (the second ball) while eating lunch at my desk. By my first regular prep period this afternoon at 2:15, I was ready to fall over and nap at the computer. Instead, I ran the latest test scores and placement procedures for math and analyzed them (a third ball). Tomorrow I’ll have the names ready for acceleration testing.
Actually teaching my class was the fourth item juggled. The students were as antsy as a group can be after a four day weekend. It reminded me of yet another metaphor: having 29 corks in a sinkful of water and trying to keep them all underwater at the same time. My friend Lu used to describe the scene as trying to keep 29 frogs in a bucket. Either way, the teacher attempting to subdue the masses gets rather wet or slimy in the process.
Just like juggling on the home front, sometimes on-the-job juggling throws in something fresh, flaming, or fragile. The unexpected juggling item today wasn’t flaming, but it was fragile and unforgiving. The egg I juggled (along with the four balls) was providing work for a rather edgy student on a long term in-school suspension. In between planning, teaching, grading, and analyzing, I set aside work for this one and emailed the specialist with ideas for using this time productively so this particular frog wouldn’t hop out of her bucket or start eating bugs. No chance of a prince here, I’m afraid.
Yesterday I predicted I’d start my workweek by joining a roller coaster in midride. It was really more like a tilt-a-whirl. I was going so many different directions at once that I’m still not sure I got everywhere I needed to be. But I kept most of my corks underwater. Just hand me a towel — I’m not ready to throw mine in quite yet.

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