The Well-Traveled Road

Monday, April 18, 2005

Ice Cream Float inspired Creatived Writing Class

After having spent the last 5 six-week sessions teaching how to move my student's writing style from a shack to a castle, I get the amazing results. Let's hope these students age 8 to 18 can produce good subject describers(adjectives), predicate expanders(adverbs) as well as appositives(interrupters) with more success than they can choose a subject for their essay. Two out of every three students chose to write their instructive paragraph about how to make some kind of ice cream treat. Maybe they are smarter than their teacher as they get to give a demonstration on Friday and enjoy the fruits of their labor. Well I guess I will have to forget the 6 bananas day on my Cabbage soup diet this week. So if you are hungry this Friday, come by Learning Tech and see if their descriptive paragraphs are as good as their Sundaes. Stay for later when the 7th graders demonstrate how to tackle, skate backwards, and fly an airplane (simulated of course). I can't wait. By Friday I will be covered in watercolor from making notecards for Mother's Day, topped with ice cream, run over by a skater and tackeled by the football jocks. Don't call me on Friday night.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

The Non-Life of a 60 year old Single Girl in Funroe

My daughter will be surprised at my title. Since she was born to me at age 37, I have celebrated the anniversary of my 37th birthday from that date to this. In fact I belonged to a birthday club in Conway which was infamous at the country club. Everyone wanted to join because we had so much fun every month when we met to celebrate yet another 37th birthday. That is if having fun can be equated to being the loudest group at the club and having the raunchiest cards, which we recycled each year. Now, what did that card say that everone coveted each month? It was a real honor to get that one. I think Charlotte found it in California, not the kind you would find at Hallmark in Conway (something about Rapunsel letting down her "hair" to the prince below the tower. Anyway, where was I going with this, oh yeah, I think I will dedicate my blog spot to honesty. I know everyone thinks that singles have a swinging life. I found out after Murrye that all the other women had envied my freedom and thought I had the perfect life. The one everyone called to substitue for them in tennis when their child got sick. I find now that all the married women envy me for not having to "take care" of a man.
I plan to write as often as my swinging single life permits (scarcastic) to inform the unspecting young people out there that the one thing I have learned, and learned well, in these 60 years is that men never grow up and women never learn. Why don't we believe what they show us the first time. So stay tuned for future words of wisdom from this 37 year old wise woman.

Monday, March 28, 2005

First Impressions

My daughter set this blog up for me over the Easter weekend. After reading her entry this morning, I felt compelled to make a really bad first impression. She wrote about her most embarrasing moment, and I felt having 37 years seniority would surely give me the edge given the laws of probability. Ok to begin this story, you must understand that I have always felt that two of my strong points were looking good on the tennis courts and looking good in my tennis dress. We are playing ladies doubles on a court next to some rather good-looking gentlemen also playing doubles. Of course, we got the proper attention because of our halter tops and short skirts and that was even before spandex. I am single at the time and on the look out for the next unsuspecting male. I go to the back fence to retrieve a ball. I was never very good at the bending down in a lady-like position and never did I master picking up the ball on the side of my shoe thing that all the country club girls were so good at. So instead of embarassing myself by trying to pull that off or the even more illusive trick of tapping the ball with the end of your racket and it miraculously bouncing knee high in front of you, I tried the safer just bend at the waist routine. Just as I bent over, the most-macho guy on the other court hit an overhead smash,surely to impress the ladies. It would just be my luck for the ball to head my direction and against all odds wedge itself between my thighs just below the crouch area. Now, do you have this image in your mind. Well, everybody at the four court area must have, because on returing to that club some 15 years later what do you think was the first thing they said to me. Not it's been 15 years, what have you done all this time. You guessed it. The thing I always remembered about you was that day when. Well, I am still so embarrassed about that I can't even repeat those words. I guess some good did come out of it, as I did marry one of those guys on the next court, the macho one. The bad news was the reason I returned to those courts was because of a divorce from the a.............

Saturday, March 26, 2005