But instead, I'm writing a blog post that would fit into the Potpourri category on Jeopardy!
Have I shared with you the fact that my husband has a special talent for finding the absolute WORST program on tv or the radio and tuning into said program? Right now, for instance, he is watching a show about Alabama State Parks that he DVR'd. Doesn't sound that bad, right? WRONG! It looks like I taped it with my camera phone and the host keeps saying "idear." Marcus is actually sitting here watching and nodding. I keep looking at him to see if he's serious, especially when they start quoting Thoreau, and he's like "What?" One time when we were driving back to NYC from DC, he was listening to talk radio. Talk radio immediately puts me to sleep. I can't help it, it just happens. I tried to stay awake to keep him company, but when this crazy man called into the radio show and started talking about seeing Big Foot three times in a month, NOT COUNTING the time he appeared to him IN A FIRE, I think my body just passed out to save me. (Ok, now he's bobbing his head along to the goofy banjo music on the state park show. I'm going to have to leave the room.)
My class has their first exam next week. Since there are so many of them and only one of me, this exam will be multiple choice with the possibility of a few true/false questions. I am not a big fan of true/false questions, so I always hate to throw in too many of those. I wrote about half the multiple choice section today and can I just tell you how hard it was not to make "Your Mom" one of the answer choices??? It just fit so well in some places! For instance:
Early Greek theatre was performed as a praise offering to:
A. Dionysus, Greek god of wine, fertility and festivals
B. Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love
C. Zeus, King of the gods
D. Your Mom
(the answer is A, by the way)
(The tv host just said "idear" again.)
Today was the first day in over two weeks that it didn't rain. Dean and I have had cabin fever, so we jumped at the opportunity to go play at the park. Orr Park, which is where my "About Me" picture up there in the right hand corner was taken, features some beautiful carvings on some of the trees. Today was the first time Dean has noticed them. I showed him an old man's face in a tree and he looked at me and squealed with delight. Then he stuck his finger up the old man's nose. I showed him the squirrel and he gave it a kiss. His favorite was the snake. He celebrated by making the "sssssssss" sound all the way back to the car.
When we got home from the park, I gave Dean a big cup of milk, which he gulped down quickly . Marcus got home soon after that and we all played on the floor together. Dean crawled up onto my back and I bent over so his head was over mine and all of a sudden I felt something warm...then I smelled it, then I saw it go SPLAT on the rug in front of me. Apparently we were playing a little to rambunctiously...and Dean spewed...IN MY HAIR. It was dripping off the front of my hair onto the rug. Marcus was on the phone at the time, so I started waving my hands, trying to get him to help me. He looked over and said "What should I do?" I replied "Um, get vomit boy OFFA ME!" Dean is fine, he was just over-stimulated. After running around in circles gagging for ten minutes, then showering (I washed my hair with a washcloth at first so I didn't have to touch it), I felt ok, too.
You'd better believe that story's going in the baby book.
I hate writing multiple choice/true false tests. But, they are so much easier to grade! So, I think the trade off is worth it. It is just hard to come up with possible answers that aren't too hard or easy!
And as for the story - I can't believe Marcus didn't know what to do, although I bet my husband would have reacted the same way...
Posted by: AJU5's Mom | September 23, 2009 at 08:36 AM
Poor, Jen! So gross! When Rowan was 2 I was peacefully rocking her in our glider when she turned to face me and proceeded to puke all down the front of me.
Bill watched the whole thing happen, and I looked over to him while holding Rowan at arms length and he just stared at me and said, "Well what do want me to do?" and I said "Um, take her?!" and he replied, "Well, you've already been puked on- lets make sure she's done before I move her."
And then I killed him with my bare hands.
Posted by: rkmama | September 23, 2009 at 02:54 PM
Ew. More ew.
And seriously - does it rain in Alabama? I always thought The South was hot and dry or sometimes humid but not 100% humidity. Movies about The South - do they ever show rain? I DON'T THINK SO.
Posted by: eva | September 23, 2009 at 04:34 PM
One time I was playing with my cousin Kristina when she was a baby. We were doing Superman. She got over-stimulated and vomited. Into my mouth. I've never been the same since.
Posted by: Daniel | September 28, 2009 at 04:28 PM
First of all, a show about Alabama State Parks DOES sound that bad. My sympathies to you and your husband, though More to Love probably isn't much better. (And yet, I'm still sad it's over.)
Second, I (and your students, I bet!) would absolutely love you for including "Your Mom" on a multiple choice question. Surely there's a way you can sneak one in?
Posted by: Frema | September 30, 2009 at 08:16 AM
I love Greek mythology! More, more.
Posted by: Elisa | October 02, 2009 at 04:58 AM