Thursday, March 30, 2006

More quizzes. :)

What type of Fae are you?

Your Stripper Song Is

I'm a Slave 4 U by Britney Spears

"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it."

You may seem shy, but you can let your wild side out when you want to!

You Are 50% Addicted to Love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.
You've been a fool for love many times - but are you the wiser for it?
Your needs should come first, both in and out of relationships.
Because you're the only one who can look out for yourself!

Your Personality Profile

You are sexy, powerful, and bold.

You're full of passion and energy...

Sometimes this passion has a dark side.

You feel most alive when you're seducing someone.

You never fail to get someone's attention.

Quick minded, you're also quick to lose your temper!

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.

You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Enough for now... brain is melting. :p

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Ok, I finally gave in....

I now have a LJ. It's an on-line version of my reading journal. Thus... all the blogging goodness still remains here. :)   <-- That's the link! Enjoy.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Why am *I* Den Mother?

I'm going to go absolutely batty!

I have acquired some friends that are younger me and are turning me into Den Mother!

Ok, angst purged, for the most part. It's really creepy when I have these friends of mine calling me as the second person on their list when the proverbial fecal matter strikes the artifical wind machine. (Thank you Dr. Vicchio for that wonderful statement!) I suppose my husband is right and I am a sucker. I just can't let people flop about in agony, I have to try to help them get up on their feet, dust them off and set them back on track. One of these days I'll probably go nuts. :p

Let's look at what the last 2 1/2 weeks have brought me:

  1. "Men suck, I'm going to break up with him!" 4-6 x as of today's date, and this hour
  2. "I'm sick, what do I do?" every other day last week
  3. "My mom is going to kill me because of [insert crisis here]! What do I do?" 4-6 x as of today's date, and this hour
  4. "How do I fix [name broken item/problem here]?" 4-6 x today, lost count over the last few days
Now, don't get me wrong, I love my friends. But at the same time... What on earth happened that I have become the crisis person again? I'm utterly baffeled and wondering if God is trying to tell me something.

Oh, and for my friends that will understand the following: These girls are new to the craft and are looking to me to be High Priestess. If this happened 2 yrs ago, I'd probably jump right to it.. but why now? Ever get the impression that God has a really warped sense of humor? And all of that stuff for baptisim and what not has been put off for another year due to ... chaos and schedual problems.

Pardon me... I'm going to look for the wall I'm to beat my head against. :P
As from wiccanlily's LiveJournal

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.
Post twice if you'd like. (or more!)
Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

Replace LJ with blog and proceed with this exercise! My inquiring mind wants to know!

I refuse to rant about work!

I got severely irritated with some behavioral problems on the behalf of my coworkers and a child in the classroom today. I'm refusing to allow myself to dwell on it. Thus...

Some questions filched from: LadyCinnibar & Wiccanlily :) Thanks, girls! Now it's your turn! Ha ha! You didn't think I would do this! :) I will be posting my answers to the questions in your blogs, btw. :)

1.Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your live journal and see what I say about you?

Monday, March 13, 2006

I feel like my brain is melting... time for stupid quizzes!

Here's one:

You will fall off a cliff. (wow, I got nothing to

say to you about that)

How will you die?
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There's another:


angel is darkness. You are shy and quiet and

you keep everything to yourself. Some people

think you are stuck up because you dont talk

much. But that isn't true. You're just shy.

You love animals and you'd rather be with

them than with people. (some people


  • Element:

  • Birthstone: Diamond

    What Angel Represents You? (Breathtaking Anime pics) ^_^
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    And last one of the night:

    Hopeful and intelligent. You are very clever and

    almost always come top in class. Teachers and

    your parents love you and say you will go far

    however you don't have much self-confidence

    and that could hold you back.
    Your element is darkness.
    Your colour is violet.
    People percieve you as a swot and too clever. They

    don't take the time to understand you as

    think that your life consists only of

    schoolwork and you are very boring. This

    makes you unconfident.

    How do people percieve you?
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    Here's hoping insomnia doesn't kill me. :p I'm off to try to sleep.
  • Sunday, March 05, 2006

    Thoughts one new Job (run # 2)

    Ok, let's try to be happier this time. :p

    Oiy, now I sound like I'm trying to cajole people into smiling for a camera. Mental note, never open with that statement again. Ick... way too perky. And I know several of you know my feelings on perkiness. :) It was banned from the dorm room and it is still banned from my apartment (or at least in a few spots, can't alienate all of my guests). Just way too cursedly cheerful. It's right up there with toddlers jumping on your bed at the butt-crack of dawn singing "Sun's up, time to get up!" By the way, I have confirmation on a statement of mine. It is now official, all toddlers will do this to the adults they can get to at that time.

    Well, my last post told you about the first two days of my shortened week. I started on Tuesday thus I have two more days to relate. Thursday was quite busy. I found myself just about running to keep up with this little boy's schedual, not even knowing what was when. As of right now, I am his 1 to 1 aide. It makes things interesting at times, because he thinks I know the school as well as he does after a few jaunts. So, at times he will "test" me on where we're going. He managed to almost lose me on our way to the cafeteria. His teacher was amused, fortunately.

    Thursday was also the day of the monthly staff brunch. Once a month, the staff get together and do a pot-luch brunch on the first Thursday of every month. They try to work with a theme for each one, this month's happened to be St. Patrick's day. To say the least, I was surprised and delighted. I have a rather enormous weakness for all things Celtic, doubly so if it is of Irish extraction. So, I was thrilled to see the photo album from one of the math teacher's trip to Ireland. Overjoyed to listen to some fine fiddle work and a bit of bagpipes, even if a few of my co-workers were not so thrilled by the bagpipes. And then I had my first bite of that apple cake. Oh my goodness, was it delicious.

    Now, if you must know anything major about me, I am infamously picky about my cakes. As a girl, I would only eat the birthday cakes baked by my great-aunt Eileen. sometimes I would eat Mom's, but only if she used Eileen's recipie. Then, great-aunt Eileen passed on and I had apple-crisp for the majority of my birthday parties at my grandmother's house. So, I'd cut the cake baked for me and then nibble a bit of crumb with gobs of frosting before digging into the apple crisp. It has been counted as a minor miracle that we were able to find a wedding cake that I enjoyed.

    I was in absolute rapture over that apple cake. It was moist, delicious and it turns out baked from scratch. I've come to realize that if the cake is home made I'm more inclined towards it. Those box mixed cakes are like so much sawdust to my palate. I'll be getting the recipie on Monday. To put it lightly, I'm looking forward to sharing it with my husband and the family. Thursday was also the day that this little boy really set to task. Apparently the cake was amazing to me and the boy's sudden sense of work ethic was amazing to my coworkers.

    He was so determined to finish his English assignment that he forgot about lunch. That made Social Studies a little tricky, because he needed to eat. Arrangements were made for him to do his Social Studies assignment in the Resource room as he ate his lunch. Which he worked on until he became fustrated with it. At which time we set to work on catching him up on his Science class. As of right now, he is almost 3 weeks behind due to being suspended from school for a month.

    All day Friday, I had the teachers that worked with him in the past and his current teachers coming up to me and saying "We don't know what you're doing but keep doing it." At lunch, I even had the principal walk up to me and say the same. Apparently this little boy had hated doing his work and fought with everyone over it. I've had my immediate supervisor watching how I work with this boy and she's been surprised by what I do. Let me give an example:

    Coping with Visual problems while reading:
    This little boy has trouble with reading things because he gets lost as he's reading. He has alot of difficulty visually, though it's not dyslexia. Usually, people will read his assignments to him. His reading is focused down to reading what he writes and a few sentances here and there through out the school day. I have been sitting down with him, giving him a choice to try to read his assignments himself. 90% of the time, he chooses to try.

    When he get's fustrated, my first responce is not to redirect, like about 95% of my coworkers. Instead, I try to find a tool or a method to work around the problem. Thus, we use sheets of paper to block the other sentances when he gets confused. Or we break words down into their syllables to read them. Wouldn't you know it, this little boy is feeling more confident in his home work. He got his first 100% ever on a spelling test.

    These aren't difficult things to do. I'm dumbstruck that these professionals don't do this on a regular basis. You're a teacher who has specalized in working with kids that have learning disabilities. These techniques I'm applying are some of the most simple and basic tools for working with learning disabilities that are visually related. Why in God's name are you not using them? Instead, they try to cajole, negotiate, or other wise talk their way out of a problem that can be solved by just doing things a little differently. It's ... brain bending at best.

    Now that I've got the reading issue pretty well nailed, we've got the math one to take on. He as alot of difficulty with mathematics too. So... let's see if we can't find something else that works just as well. Perhaps if we're lucky, we can manage to boost his reading level up from that 3rd grade one by the end of the year. And get him feeling more confident in himself and his ability to learn. No.. I'm not looking forward to this, really.

    As of today, I can honestly say that I love my job. Let's see if this happy feeling stays.

    First week at new job & no ranting! Yay!

    Well, what problems there have been this week were mainly a result of my own making or ignorance. Thus... I can say today that my co-workers are a joy. Perhaps this feeling will persist, we shall see.

    My first day started off 5 min late, a bit embaressing but not utterly catastrophic. Turned out that my immediate supervisor didn't even know that I was going to be there. Thus, it proved a non-issue entirely. I shant argue with good fortune. The day went well and I met the child that I will be working with. He is a spooky little thing, the exact temperment and personality of my youngest brother at 5th grade. Down right creepy, he even has some of the same physical mannerisims. If his hair was brown, his eyes brown, and his skin coloring a shade darker, I'd be inclined to say the boy could pass for my brother's son. Down right spooky, no?

    My second day went much like the first. Except for I was 15 min late. Quite embaressing, but my supervisor just laughed it off. A plesant surprise and one for which I was quite thankful. Perhaps my embaressment helped in that perspective. I'm not entirely sure. That was a very busy day, for we had a field trip. Off to the Challenger learning center! To put it simply, I thought it was just wonderful.

    The mock up of Mission Control was plesantly done. As was the mock up of the work space of a space shuttle. The entire experience, while it was plesant, did make me feel old. Was it really that long ago that the Challenger tragedy happened? It occurs to me, as I type this, that these children have their own version of Challenger that they witnessed. The loss of Columbia. Perhaps this entire experience will help them understand what happened with Columbia and why it is important that we don't give up. I present my thoughts on that entire topic later.

    [... pause for a moment of silence in memory of the astronauts who died in mission accidents ...]

    Ok, let's get back to happier topics. I have to say, however, it is hard to do so. It's a more then sobering thought. What struck me in all of this, however, was how many of these kids were moved to compassion for the families of the astronauts from Challenger. Several of them wanted to know if their families were all right even though the astronauts were gone. Hence, the lesson focus on the background and purpose of the Challenger learning center. It makes me feel a bit of hope for these kids, perhaps we're not as screwed as it seems some times. Maeby the vast majority of the kids that are rushing towards adulthood have a hope of understanding that we are each valueable people.

    ... ok, I'm going to stop that morose rant before it even starts. Please forgive me, but I'm feeling a tad depressed. The Challenger incident impacted my life rather deeply. I'm not related in any way shape or form to the fallen astronauts, save by being of the same species and in a few cases gender. At the time of Challenger's demise, however, I was deeply in love with the space program. I planned on growing up to be Christa McAuliffe, except I'd have a writing career too. Then, as I was walking down the hallway, the shuttle launch was announced over the school's p.a. system. Televisions were in various hallways and just about every class room so the whole school could watch it.

    I stood and watched as one of the people who had become a hero of mine died. Of the other kids around me, I was one of the few that knew the moment of the explosion that the shuttle was lost. It was a hammer of clarity that struck me, even now, as a thought that was beyond my years. I was also the only one to have voiced it in that stunned silence. Other kids and a few teachers were saying in rebuttal "Well, perhaps it was just the tank. If the smoke clears, then we'll see it, I'm sure."

    That moment has haunted me for years, it is also the primary reason why I abandoned my dream of becoming an astronaut. Years later, it became apparent to me that I wouldn't have had a chance anyways due to health conciderations but... [insert tired sigh and long pause as author runs to fetch a cup of tea] I hope that bit of depressing reverie doesn't diminish your day as well. But... now you know what I wanted to be when I grew up.

    ... You know, this isn't working too well to snap me out of this funk, let's try this again. (see next post!)