Holding my Tongue
Sometimes holding my tongue is hard, it is awfully wet and slippery. More importantly, I can't talk when I try to hold it, so more often than not, I let it wag.
Sit up straight, look forward, hands at sides, and respect your elders. Bambi's rule comes back into play, "if you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all." Nix the rule if someone is hurting your mother.
I was 17, my mother (farside) had been but in the hospital for a kidney stone, I was with her that morning standing outside the door of the x-ray room when I hear my mother say *&$^#@!" then she said it again, "@(#$(*@(" My ears burned, I had never heard my mother use that word before. In fact, that word was off limits. No exceptions, no concessions, under no circumstances are you to EVER say that word. I opened the door, my mother was in visible distress, the nurse was uncessfully trying to insert a cathader. As I helped my mother into the wheel chair I told the nurse, "Are you incompetent? if you can't do it on the first try, get someone who can... you can't just dig around down there, can't you see she is in pain? And by the time we get back up to her room her doctor had better be there!" I am unsure of what else I said, but I remember the look on the nurses face: I had taken her reasoning away and left her dumbfounded. She walked off to get the doctor. I was mad, we went back to her room, and shortly after the doctor came in... no, she doesn't really need to be cathed.
It may not have been my place that day to play the part of the patient advocacy specialist, and perhaps I should have approached the situation differently, but I would do it again, in a heartbeat.
Posted by: East Side Professor on 11/21/2008 at 10:07 AM | Comments (2) | Permalink
If I Could Paint...
This is the type of image I would... I love how the dash, and rear view mirror provide a frame. If I could paint, I would take what I "see" through my lens, start with my glasses as a frame -- scratches, spots and all, then blur the image outside of my glasses, how I see without my glasses, I would include my peripheral vision, my hair, my nose... it would be "exactly" how I see. Can I paint? No, thankfully that is one isle at the craft store I don't have to go down, but if I could, I probably would.
Posted by: East Side Professor on 11/19/2008 at 9:35 PM | Comments (0) | Permalink
Land of 15,293 Lakes
If you live go anywhere in the world, where would you live? Someplace warm? If you are reading this in Minnesota that would be my bet. My friend Jamie e-mailed the other day, "let's not be the people who just talk about moving someplace warmer, let's just do it." Why do we live where we do? Jobs? I can teach in a lot of different places, jobs are everywhere, yes getting them is the tricky part. Mikey-D's is always hiring... "Hello I have an MFA, would you like fries with that?" Family? It is a pretty small world, I am sure I can find someone I am related to eventually. Besides, perhaps families would appreciate each other more if they lived farther apart. I have a house here? Well, IF I could sell it, I could probably get a different one. Lifestyle? I don't own a boat, or have a cabin, Heck I don't even know anyone who does, so I can't even be invited. Entertainment? Counting mosquito bites...no thanks.
Posted by: East Side Professor on 11/18/2008 at 8:17 PM | Comments (0) | Permalink
Favorite Shows
We got a DVR when we moved here. It has changed the way we watch TV. Here's a list of TV I watch on a regular basis.
Monday: Medium
Tuesday: Nothing
Wendesday: Project Runway
Thursday: Lost, Grey's, ER,
Friday: Lipstick Jungle
Sunday: Desperate Housewives, True Blood
Some shows that have really intreuged me in the past have been: Six Feet Under, and Big Love. What do you watch?
Posted by: East Side Professor on 11/16/2008 at 9:24 PM | Comments (4) | Permalink
Do Fish Fart?
While two boys, one 7 and one 33 are hiding under a blanket on the couch, Mom makes a farting noise with her mouth. (If anyone has been held under a blanket while someone farted, this is may be funny or not). While it wasn't a very realistic fart they both showed their heads again.
Mom: I farted
Boy of 7: No, you didn't
Mom: Yes, I did
Boy of 7: Girls don't fart.
Boy of 33: That's right.
Boy of 7: No, seriously, girls don't fart... I think...
Mom: Yes, they do, everything farts... Miney farts, Chaucer farts, dad farts, brother farts.
Boy of 33: Fish don't fart.
Mom: Yes they do!
According to The Straight Dope: Many fish have a swim bladder that they inflate or deflate as necessary to maintain buoyancy. Usually any expelled gas exits from the mouth and would properly be considered a burp. However, the sand tiger shark, gulps air into its stomach at the surface, then discharges it out the back door to attain the desired depth. AND Some experts say that the digestive gasses of fish are consolidated with their food waste and expelled in gelatinous tubes which fish then eat.
Mom: So not only do fish fart, they also eat each others farts!
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This morning, getting ready for school
Boy of 7: Are there Eagles out?
Mom: Eagles?
Boy of 7: It's too cold for Eagles right Mom?
Mom looks at boy of 7 holding stuffed squirrel
Mom: Eagles are smart, they won't eat your stuffed animal
Boy of 7 to Brother: Eagles are smart, Eagles won't eat squirrels
Boy of 9: Yes, they will, they will eat chickens, rabbits, snakes, and small children.
Boy of 7: Eagles are smart. Do you think an Eagle is going to eat George Washington (the squirrel)
Boy of 9: Eagles can even eat Penguins
Boy of 7: Penguins like Indiana Jones (stuffed penguin)
Boy of 9: You better put them in your backpack...
Door slams and Mom watches in amazement as they rush off to school.
Posted by: East Side Professor on 11/14/2008 at 9:38 AM | Comments (4) | Permalink