My Day

Here in Polymagnumville, we’ve appointed a poet laureate. No note pad is safe when she has something to say, especially when she has a really good day.

Oh, I just realized I’m a poet and didn’t know it. I make it rhyme . . . [Readers can complete the sentence themselves. If you're having trouble, I'll have our resident poet get in touch with you for some remedial rhyme training.]

Found Another Creative Work

Emma just turned 5 years old, and she wrote a note to her now 8 year old sister, Britany. We found this creative work in a stack of papers destined for the scratch paper drawer. Apparently, “fum” (with the backward “F”) really means “from”.

Rules of My Town, or “Which of these things doesn’t belong?”

I found another of my 7 year-old’s creative works. She always has a project going.

Her town seems like a nice enough place to live, except for rule #1. I couldn’t live that one.

(For those who don’t know, “barbuque” is pork, slow cooked over a wood fire and slathered in a mustard-based sauce. Well, that’s what it is to my 7 year old.)

Reason.tv: Sandy Springs, Georgia – The City that Outsourced Everything

From Reason.tv:

While cities across the country are cutting services, raising taxes and contemplating bankruptcy, something extraordinary is happening in a suburban community just north of Atlanta, Georgia.

Since incorporating in 2005, Sandy Springs has improved its services, invested tens of millions of dollars in infrastructure and kept taxes flat. And get this: Sandy Springs has no long-term liabilities.

Seven going on 13

My children, the oldest of whom is 7, are home schooled.  Mommy has set up the classroom in the bonus room, and every day after breakfast she spends several hours up there as teacher and commandant.  Sometimes she gets pushback from the troops.

Several weeks ago, my oldest, a second grader, wrote about her “best recess”.  The assignment entails writing a draft, then copying it to a journal.  In her original work she completed the draft but did not copy it to the journal.  Part of this week’s assignment was to redo the entire assignment, because she had had some new experiences which could be included.  The pupil, however, didn’t feel that redoing the draft was necessary and wanted to just copy the original draft into the journal.  A tug-of-war began:

After a stern talking-to, she once again was instructed to write a new draft:

She hasn’t decided whether she’s going to start law school in the fall or run for office in 2012.

Grandma Shuts Down Entire Country’s Internet

Another fact to support my contention that internet traffic from the East coast to the West coast is funneled through a 1200 baud modem in Kansas City.

http://www.foxnews.com/scitech/2011/04/07/granny-cuts-armenian-internet/?test=latestnews

Back with Tier

Arrived in Auburn at 830 local time to meet with Hr to sign some papers.

I’m not as young as I used to be

I played basketball last night for the first time in several years. Taylor sprained his ankle, which was almost enough for me to go home right then. Later in the evening my back started to hurt a little but I didn’t think too much of it. After I got home and sat down for a few minutes it tightened up and is quite sore today.

I was talking to Bethany about it and she reminded me that I can’t play like I did when I was younger. In the middle of the conversation, Emma (age 4) said “you’re not a kid!”

Dad has escaped

Yesterday morning, Mom & Dean both called and said Dad would go home later in the day. After he got home, I received an email from Pops with the subject “I’ve escaped.” Apparently he’s glad to be home.

Dad’s in the hospital

In a hurry so this will be “concise.”

He went to the Dr. yesterday morning for a checkup.  Dr. said he has a large clot in his left ventricle.  Dad goes home cuz he has stuff to do.  Not sure what happened next, but he eventually made it to the hospital.  Treating him with a blood thinner or something to dissolve the clot slowly and reduce the risk of breaking it up.  Ejection fraction is 20%.  I’m worried.  Family and I are headed over to visit for the weekend.