.
And Bean, upon seeing the lack of enthusiasm displayed by his lethargic owner, resolved to join me in a long winter's nap.
Good night, y'all!
- Brian Moen, Writer of Children's Books
- Washington, United States
- www.brianmoen.com
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Shopping Sleepies
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Spies on a Mission
“Sign our books!”
“What?” I confusedly answered after this unexpected demand.
“Sign our books to prove that we fulfilled our mission!”
“What are you talking about?” I stammered, still perplexed by the order. This command was being given to me by three nimble and wrinkle-free explorers who had just entered my abode. The squad had silently snuck up behind me and almost caught me by surprise. If I wasn’t blessed with the magic of peripheral vision, I might have been totally stunned.
In spite of it being over 70 degrees inside my house, the three members of the dangerous looking crew had on long coats and hats, with packs on their backs whose contents remained unknown. They also carried with them in their hands what appeared to be maps and light emitting devices. The oldest clutched a pointed object of some sort. To say that these three seemed out of place would be an understatement. They looked dangerous, and set me on edge.
My heart raced as sweat beaded upon my skin, and my other senses became heightened. I instinctively began to flex my hands. I silently cursed under my breath. If only I had been wearing my glasses, I might have been able to put up a better defense against these intruders.
“C’mon, Dad!” whined the three little spies. “Just sign our mission books already so we can get back to our job.”
The three, who I now took to be miniature Moen beings, all thrust out their self-made mission cards at me. Then, they all said loudly in unison, “Sign!”
As the small paper card from the largest child got closer to my nose, the print on it became legible. The piece of paper had on it a list of “missions” that each kid was supposed to accomplish. The first task – “Sneak up on Dad.”
“Would you please hurry up?” said my oldest. She then handed me the pointed object she was holding – a pen. “We have a lot to get accomplished today, and don’t have time to waste!”
“Okay,” I replied, while rapidly taking the pen from her and signing each child’s mission card. I handed each slip of paper back with my signature written as “Dad,” to each respective child. Then I asked, “All set?”
“Thanks, Dad!” they happily said. Then, all three of my imaginative children took off in search of another adventure.
As they traipsed around the corner, I quickly wrote down the spy gear they each had with them. Here is what I learned that each professional undercover agent needs in order to conduct a mission successfully:
Powder-Puff Girls Backpack
Notepad
Hand Sanitizer
Dictionary
Chapstick
Pencil
Pen
Light
Club Membership/Mission Card
Perry the Platypus would be so proud!
What you just read above is my second draft of an incident that I jotted down earlier in the week. I often write down a few words, sentences, or phrases on paper, record my thoughts on my digital recorder, and/or write out ideas using my computer’s word processing program several times a week. Sometimes these tidbits become stories or even blog posts. Others just become detritus.
In either case, valuable additions to my creative writing process has taken place – I get ideas, I think about them, and I decide which ones may have some merit. Then, I further develop the ideas that strike me as worthy of development. Others, I discard.
After writing for a bit on the “winners” for my stories and blogs, I sometimes sadly learn that some of pieces I’ve spent added time on don’t work. Rats! All is not lost though. I put these back in my portfolio and hope that someday I’ll happen upon them again just like I would a time capsule. Maybe these canceled ideas will work at a later date, and I’ll be able to recycle them in the future?
Below is my original ramblings about the “Spies on a Mission” short story I developed more fully above. Can you notice the similarities between the two?
My four year old son, along with his older siblings, snuck up behind me last night and caught me by surprise. Then, as all good spies do when accomplishing a task, my kids had me check off and sign their self-made “mission” cards to verify that they had fulfilled their spy mission by sneaking up on me quietly. They even had their own pens just in case I failed to bring one from my mission control reclining easy chair. Inspector Clouseau would be so proud!
“What?” I confusedly answered after this unexpected demand.
“Sign our books to prove that we fulfilled our mission!”
“What are you talking about?” I stammered, still perplexed by the order. This command was being given to me by three nimble and wrinkle-free explorers who had just entered my abode. The squad had silently snuck up behind me and almost caught me by surprise. If I wasn’t blessed with the magic of peripheral vision, I might have been totally stunned.
In spite of it being over 70 degrees inside my house, the three members of the dangerous looking crew had on long coats and hats, with packs on their backs whose contents remained unknown. They also carried with them in their hands what appeared to be maps and light emitting devices. The oldest clutched a pointed object of some sort. To say that these three seemed out of place would be an understatement. They looked dangerous, and set me on edge.
My heart raced as sweat beaded upon my skin, and my other senses became heightened. I instinctively began to flex my hands. I silently cursed under my breath. If only I had been wearing my glasses, I might have been able to put up a better defense against these intruders.
“C’mon, Dad!” whined the three little spies. “Just sign our mission books already so we can get back to our job.”
The three, who I now took to be miniature Moen beings, all thrust out their self-made mission cards at me. Then, they all said loudly in unison, “Sign!”
As the small paper card from the largest child got closer to my nose, the print on it became legible. The piece of paper had on it a list of “missions” that each kid was supposed to accomplish. The first task – “Sneak up on Dad.”
“Would you please hurry up?” said my oldest. She then handed me the pointed object she was holding – a pen. “We have a lot to get accomplished today, and don’t have time to waste!”
“Okay,” I replied, while rapidly taking the pen from her and signing each child’s mission card. I handed each slip of paper back with my signature written as “Dad,” to each respective child. Then I asked, “All set?”
“Thanks, Dad!” they happily said. Then, all three of my imaginative children took off in search of another adventure.
As they traipsed around the corner, I quickly wrote down the spy gear they each had with them. Here is what I learned that each professional undercover agent needs in order to conduct a mission successfully:
Powder-Puff Girls Backpack
Notepad
Hand Sanitizer
Dictionary
Chapstick
Pencil
Pen
Light
Club Membership/Mission Card
Perry the Platypus would be so proud!
What you just read above is my second draft of an incident that I jotted down earlier in the week. I often write down a few words, sentences, or phrases on paper, record my thoughts on my digital recorder, and/or write out ideas using my computer’s word processing program several times a week. Sometimes these tidbits become stories or even blog posts. Others just become detritus.
In either case, valuable additions to my creative writing process has taken place – I get ideas, I think about them, and I decide which ones may have some merit. Then, I further develop the ideas that strike me as worthy of development. Others, I discard.
After writing for a bit on the “winners” for my stories and blogs, I sometimes sadly learn that some of pieces I’ve spent added time on don’t work. Rats! All is not lost though. I put these back in my portfolio and hope that someday I’ll happen upon them again just like I would a time capsule. Maybe these canceled ideas will work at a later date, and I’ll be able to recycle them in the future?
Below is my original ramblings about the “Spies on a Mission” short story I developed more fully above. Can you notice the similarities between the two?
My four year old son, along with his older siblings, snuck up behind me last night and caught me by surprise. Then, as all good spies do when accomplishing a task, my kids had me check off and sign their self-made “mission” cards to verify that they had fulfilled their spy mission by sneaking up on me quietly. They even had their own pens just in case I failed to bring one from my mission control reclining easy chair. Inspector Clouseau would be so proud!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Winter in Washington
Many robust Washingtonians believe that winter is the most wonderful time of the year. The onslaught of the cool, crisp, nostril-nipping chill of the Pacific Northwest brings a welcome change. Our world-famous rain is now intermittently traded in for a generous helping of the freezing white stuff falling from the sky.
But this transformation in the weather does not bring universal joy to all. Students about to receive report cards, NFL coaches whose teams have losing records, and husbands still trying to figure out appropriate gifts for their wives are just a few who are nervous. Commuters, with teeth clenched, plowing through the snow and slush on our frivolously sanded roads is more the norm as well. At times, a jolly, rotund man wearing red and driving a sleigh would be a better transportation option.
Be that as it may, and through whatever conundrum you’re currently in, remember to take some time to stop, look around, listen, breathe in deeply, and drink in the beauty of your surroundings as the season changes. We live on a beautiful and glorious planet, with much to be thankful for. Don’t let life get in the way of living! And, whether you are preparing to celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another occasion, may you and those you care about have a joyous time!
But this transformation in the weather does not bring universal joy to all. Students about to receive report cards, NFL coaches whose teams have losing records, and husbands still trying to figure out appropriate gifts for their wives are just a few who are nervous. Commuters, with teeth clenched, plowing through the snow and slush on our frivolously sanded roads is more the norm as well. At times, a jolly, rotund man wearing red and driving a sleigh would be a better transportation option.
Be that as it may, and through whatever conundrum you’re currently in, remember to take some time to stop, look around, listen, breathe in deeply, and drink in the beauty of your surroundings as the season changes. We live on a beautiful and glorious planet, with much to be thankful for. Don’t let life get in the way of living! And, whether you are preparing to celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another occasion, may you and those you care about have a joyous time!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
To Write or Not to Write: That is the Problem
“I can’t think of anything to write about, Mr. Moen!”
I won’t even try to count the number of times that I’ve heard this sentiment expressed in my classroom. The pathetic sounding wail first takes wings and wafts across the room and to my ears from at least one, and sometimes more, of my students when I ask them to sit down and write something. Heck, I even say this to myself on those occasions when I find it difficult to get started with my writing. Of course, I don’t usually add the “Mr. Moen” part at the end. That would be too weird.
Whatever the reasons behind the complaining by those under my guidance, I can relate. As a matter of fact, I am feeling that I don’t have anything to write about right now either. Maybe I should hurl myself upon the floor and flail around wildly kicking the ground? Or, I could scream at the top of my lungs until someone notices me? Or maybe I should just cry instead? Then, I would get out of having to jolt my brain into gear and compose a blog entry for today. Right?
Of course, maybe I’m having difficulty focusing right now because I am working in an environment that is truly not conducive for creative reflection. Right now I am repeatedly distracted by the vivid pictures and sounds of a football game blaring on the TV at the same time I’m writing this - Go Seahawks! All the while, I’m also within earshot of the happy sounds of two of my kids cooperatively playing a board game in the kitchen, bombarded by the noise of my 4 year old attempting to sing karaoke through an amplified toy, and am encountering a repeated barrage from my three dogs, noisily romping and fighting all over the living room, knocking over furniture and occasionally, a small distracted child.
So, what is it exactly that a person can do to overcome these instances of “writer’s block?” Well, I have a few pieces of advice that may help you become unstuck. Here are some things that have worked for me:
1) Sit down and write anything that comes to mind – This by far and away seems to be the suggestion that works the best for me. If you feel like you have nothing to say, write that down! Maybe you should start by writing about the weather, a fly buzzing near your head, or how excited you are to clean the toilets. The point is, you must keep writing no matter what! Usually, within 10 – 15 minutes of time, you hit upon a topic that strikes a chord with you. Then, words start to flow more easily.
2) Leave – Take a break and get away from your writing for awhile. Go for a walk, do housework, shop, or dance the tango. It doesn’t really matter what you do, as long as you get away from your prose for a bit. And, be sure to do something that allows your mind to totally escape from the task of writing. Otherwise, you will spend your time away fretting over what you still have left to compose.
3) Eat – I know … this is probably a horrible suggestion to make to those of us abundantly blessed with more than ample girth. (Dang government BMI charts!) But, based on years of personal research, I have found that my mood improves if I can get a little nourishment and chocolate into my body. Plus, a person gets the added benefit of putting the impending task off until the digestive secretions get kicked into high gear. No more rumbling in the tummy to distract you!
So there you have it. Writing, much like other talents in life, is a learned behavior. The more you practice, the better you become at it. So, I’d encourage you be persistent. Even though the job of putting your ideas to paper may seem exceedingly challenging, I believe that you can be successful if you incorporate some of the tips I mentioned above and keep working. Plus, the more advice and help you get along the way, the more confidence and aptitude you’ll acquire. Good luck, and keep writing!
I won’t even try to count the number of times that I’ve heard this sentiment expressed in my classroom. The pathetic sounding wail first takes wings and wafts across the room and to my ears from at least one, and sometimes more, of my students when I ask them to sit down and write something. Heck, I even say this to myself on those occasions when I find it difficult to get started with my writing. Of course, I don’t usually add the “Mr. Moen” part at the end. That would be too weird.
Whatever the reasons behind the complaining by those under my guidance, I can relate. As a matter of fact, I am feeling that I don’t have anything to write about right now either. Maybe I should hurl myself upon the floor and flail around wildly kicking the ground? Or, I could scream at the top of my lungs until someone notices me? Or maybe I should just cry instead? Then, I would get out of having to jolt my brain into gear and compose a blog entry for today. Right?
Of course, maybe I’m having difficulty focusing right now because I am working in an environment that is truly not conducive for creative reflection. Right now I am repeatedly distracted by the vivid pictures and sounds of a football game blaring on the TV at the same time I’m writing this - Go Seahawks! All the while, I’m also within earshot of the happy sounds of two of my kids cooperatively playing a board game in the kitchen, bombarded by the noise of my 4 year old attempting to sing karaoke through an amplified toy, and am encountering a repeated barrage from my three dogs, noisily romping and fighting all over the living room, knocking over furniture and occasionally, a small distracted child.
So, what is it exactly that a person can do to overcome these instances of “writer’s block?” Well, I have a few pieces of advice that may help you become unstuck. Here are some things that have worked for me:
1) Sit down and write anything that comes to mind – This by far and away seems to be the suggestion that works the best for me. If you feel like you have nothing to say, write that down! Maybe you should start by writing about the weather, a fly buzzing near your head, or how excited you are to clean the toilets. The point is, you must keep writing no matter what! Usually, within 10 – 15 minutes of time, you hit upon a topic that strikes a chord with you. Then, words start to flow more easily.
2) Leave – Take a break and get away from your writing for awhile. Go for a walk, do housework, shop, or dance the tango. It doesn’t really matter what you do, as long as you get away from your prose for a bit. And, be sure to do something that allows your mind to totally escape from the task of writing. Otherwise, you will spend your time away fretting over what you still have left to compose.
3) Eat – I know … this is probably a horrible suggestion to make to those of us abundantly blessed with more than ample girth. (Dang government BMI charts!) But, based on years of personal research, I have found that my mood improves if I can get a little nourishment and chocolate into my body. Plus, a person gets the added benefit of putting the impending task off until the digestive secretions get kicked into high gear. No more rumbling in the tummy to distract you!
So there you have it. Writing, much like other talents in life, is a learned behavior. The more you practice, the better you become at it. So, I’d encourage you be persistent. Even though the job of putting your ideas to paper may seem exceedingly challenging, I believe that you can be successful if you incorporate some of the tips I mentioned above and keep working. Plus, the more advice and help you get along the way, the more confidence and aptitude you’ll acquire. Good luck, and keep writing!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Impromptu Concert
The crowd enters reverently, voices hushed, shuffling in across the plush crimson carpet. Purses and programs clutched in sweaty, trembling hands, the audience breathlessly anticipates a voluminous performance from the master. The excitement in the room is palpable. Even though many have beheld this conductor before, a montage like today is savored by the throng in attendance for its multiple layers of sound and unexpected lyrical surprises.
Once all are seated, and the cacophony of the tuning of instruments is completed, the maestro dutifully taps his baton four times. The expectant crowd instantly attuned to the meaning of the signal to get quiet, swiftly bring conversations to an end. The conductor lifts his arms heavenward. The entire patronage of the auditorium eagerly sits upright and gazes toward the orchestra pit. The prelude is over, and the symphony is set to commence.
Silence from the masses. Then the first notes of the piece emanate from behind the conductor. Sound flows down from the rafters of the hall and envelopes the increasingly mesmerized crowd. The director has chosen a familiar tune to all. Fingers snap rhythmically, feet tap energetically, and heads bob along in a trance-like manner to the orchestra’s beat.
Soon the conductor, now acting as lead singer as well, kicks into high gear and belts out the words, “Little ditty about Jack and Diane,” in full throated glory. The leader of the band now turned vocal performer, smiles at the spectacle he’s created.
“A child prodigy!” breathlessly whispers a well-dressed woman in the front row. “Just look at the way he keeps perfect time, even with the difficult syncopated beats of the drums attempting to upend the entire orchestral composition.”
The emboldened performer, in addition to his singing with the voice of an angel, begins to thump along rhythmically with the tympanis. His directing baton magically has now transformed into a drum stick. A half-filled coffee cup, cracked saucer, and daisy-adorned glass vase become his drums. Mom’s change purse and Dad’s custodian-sized keys serve beautifully as cymbals. And the splendid cornucopia of sound reverberates.
The audience, now enthralled with the melodic spectacle of the performance, follows along intently. The artiste seems fully aware of the eyes staring at him from the expensive orchestra seats near the front to the nose bleeds in back. He smiles mischievously as he sings and plays. A song sung initially to bring joy only to him, has now captured the spirit of others as well.
As the last few measures wind down, the patrons in the coffee shop, with scrambled eggs and slices of pancakes on their breakfast plates growing cold, stare transfixed, open mouthed, with food covered forks hovering just out of reach. The final notes drift off and become history, and the audience erupts in approving laughter, wide smiles, and deafening applause.
A standing ovation is given by the woman and her husband in the front row. The woman lunges for the stage, and boldly wraps the conductor up in her arms and covers him with proud kisses. No call to security is needed. It’s just another typical day in the lives of a Mommy and Daddy, proud parents of an amazing 4 year old.
Once all are seated, and the cacophony of the tuning of instruments is completed, the maestro dutifully taps his baton four times. The expectant crowd instantly attuned to the meaning of the signal to get quiet, swiftly bring conversations to an end. The conductor lifts his arms heavenward. The entire patronage of the auditorium eagerly sits upright and gazes toward the orchestra pit. The prelude is over, and the symphony is set to commence.
Silence from the masses. Then the first notes of the piece emanate from behind the conductor. Sound flows down from the rafters of the hall and envelopes the increasingly mesmerized crowd. The director has chosen a familiar tune to all. Fingers snap rhythmically, feet tap energetically, and heads bob along in a trance-like manner to the orchestra’s beat.
Soon the conductor, now acting as lead singer as well, kicks into high gear and belts out the words, “Little ditty about Jack and Diane,” in full throated glory. The leader of the band now turned vocal performer, smiles at the spectacle he’s created.
“A child prodigy!” breathlessly whispers a well-dressed woman in the front row. “Just look at the way he keeps perfect time, even with the difficult syncopated beats of the drums attempting to upend the entire orchestral composition.”
The emboldened performer, in addition to his singing with the voice of an angel, begins to thump along rhythmically with the tympanis. His directing baton magically has now transformed into a drum stick. A half-filled coffee cup, cracked saucer, and daisy-adorned glass vase become his drums. Mom’s change purse and Dad’s custodian-sized keys serve beautifully as cymbals. And the splendid cornucopia of sound reverberates.
The audience, now enthralled with the melodic spectacle of the performance, follows along intently. The artiste seems fully aware of the eyes staring at him from the expensive orchestra seats near the front to the nose bleeds in back. He smiles mischievously as he sings and plays. A song sung initially to bring joy only to him, has now captured the spirit of others as well.
As the last few measures wind down, the patrons in the coffee shop, with scrambled eggs and slices of pancakes on their breakfast plates growing cold, stare transfixed, open mouthed, with food covered forks hovering just out of reach. The final notes drift off and become history, and the audience erupts in approving laughter, wide smiles, and deafening applause.
A standing ovation is given by the woman and her husband in the front row. The woman lunges for the stage, and boldly wraps the conductor up in her arms and covers him with proud kisses. No call to security is needed. It’s just another typical day in the lives of a Mommy and Daddy, proud parents of an amazing 4 year old.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thankful
It's been a couple of weeks sent I last added to my blog. So, I feel like today is the time to give a short update about my writing aspirations and progress to my readers.
First off, do not be alarmed ... I am still working on my quest to become a published author. However, the time that I have to write creatively has been dramatically curtailed lately due to an unforeseen situation that has arisen in my life. I anticipate that all items will be resolved shortly, and I can return to a more regular writing schedule.
So, what was it that had me preoccupied? My wife and youngest child were involved in a car accident. Thankfully, both of them were not seriously injured. But, dealing with the insurance company (who has been wonderful so far), the car rental agency, an accident appraiser, the police department, and the body shop has taken my focus and energy away from my craft. Lately, I find myself spending more time worrying instead of writing. Yuck!
When all is said and done though, I believe that going through this rough patch will help me become a more disciplined writer. I understand that there will be things that come up in life that interfere with the creativity that flows from my gray matter and onto the written page. But, I also know that I can overcome these obstacles on my way towards my ultimate goal if I am persistent. I just need to take a deep breath, resolve whatever ails me, then write. Easy as pie, huh?
As I sit here today, the one word that keeps bubbling to the surface from my subconscious is: "Thankful." I am thankful that I am surrounded by my loving family. I am thankful that I have a teaching job that I love. I am thankful that I get to write stories for children. I am thankful that I have a warm house and a safe place to sleep in at night. I am also thankful for my 3 barking dogs, 3 singing parakeets, 3 quietly swimming goldfish, and a stack of laundry still left to do that is taller than my youngest child. All in all, I have a lot to be thankful for on this glorious, rainy and overcast day in Washington.
Thank you for stopping by!
First off, do not be alarmed ... I am still working on my quest to become a published author. However, the time that I have to write creatively has been dramatically curtailed lately due to an unforeseen situation that has arisen in my life. I anticipate that all items will be resolved shortly, and I can return to a more regular writing schedule.
So, what was it that had me preoccupied? My wife and youngest child were involved in a car accident. Thankfully, both of them were not seriously injured. But, dealing with the insurance company (who has been wonderful so far), the car rental agency, an accident appraiser, the police department, and the body shop has taken my focus and energy away from my craft. Lately, I find myself spending more time worrying instead of writing. Yuck!
When all is said and done though, I believe that going through this rough patch will help me become a more disciplined writer. I understand that there will be things that come up in life that interfere with the creativity that flows from my gray matter and onto the written page. But, I also know that I can overcome these obstacles on my way towards my ultimate goal if I am persistent. I just need to take a deep breath, resolve whatever ails me, then write. Easy as pie, huh?
As I sit here today, the one word that keeps bubbling to the surface from my subconscious is: "Thankful." I am thankful that I am surrounded by my loving family. I am thankful that I have a teaching job that I love. I am thankful that I get to write stories for children. I am thankful that I have a warm house and a safe place to sleep in at night. I am also thankful for my 3 barking dogs, 3 singing parakeets, 3 quietly swimming goldfish, and a stack of laundry still left to do that is taller than my youngest child. All in all, I have a lot to be thankful for on this glorious, rainy and overcast day in Washington.
Thank you for stopping by!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Acrostic
Have a dose of candy
Add a shot of fright or two
Line up scary pumpkins and
Lots of ghosts that BOO!
Owls that hoot from trees
While kids in costumes bound
Each one seeking to find
Every sucker that's left in town.
Night of trick or treating begins...
Many teachers are aware that acrostic poems are a staple of any holiday season. Acrostics are a good assignment to use with elementary students because they teach kids how to write to a specific format, and allow teachers to incorporate the use of dictionaries and thesauruses into a lesson in a meaningful way. Plus, after the written work is completed, children can represent their poems in artistic ways as well. So, if you are looking for a fun and educational writing and art activity for your students, acrostic poems just might be for you.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Add a shot of fright or two
Line up scary pumpkins and
Lots of ghosts that BOO!
Owls that hoot from trees
While kids in costumes bound
Each one seeking to find
Every sucker that's left in town.
Night of trick or treating begins...
Many teachers are aware that acrostic poems are a staple of any holiday season. Acrostics are a good assignment to use with elementary students because they teach kids how to write to a specific format, and allow teachers to incorporate the use of dictionaries and thesauruses into a lesson in a meaningful way. Plus, after the written work is completed, children can represent their poems in artistic ways as well. So, if you are looking for a fun and educational writing and art activity for your students, acrostic poems just might be for you.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Question of the Day
How did you eat me into your body?
My wife got asked this question today by my 4 year old. My son really just wanted to know how he was conceived. But, I'm sure happy he asked for Mom to explain it instead of Dad.
When the nosy Daddy (me, of course) overheard the conversation that was building steam, I let out a spastic laugh and snort. Then, while attempting to stifle more giggles, I quickly shielded my face with the newspaper. I didn't want to curb the conversation they were having. And, secretly, I wanted to see how my wife would answer his strangely worded inquisition.
My wife then calmly explained to my son that Mommies and Daddies are like puzzle pieces. When you put them together, a baby is made. My son said, "Oh." Then, he flopped back down on the floor to play with his race cars.
My wife is so smart! Well done, Honey!
My wife got asked this question today by my 4 year old. My son really just wanted to know how he was conceived. But, I'm sure happy he asked for Mom to explain it instead of Dad.
When the nosy Daddy (me, of course) overheard the conversation that was building steam, I let out a spastic laugh and snort. Then, while attempting to stifle more giggles, I quickly shielded my face with the newspaper. I didn't want to curb the conversation they were having. And, secretly, I wanted to see how my wife would answer his strangely worded inquisition.
My wife then calmly explained to my son that Mommies and Daddies are like puzzle pieces. When you put them together, a baby is made. My son said, "Oh." Then, he flopped back down on the floor to play with his race cars.
My wife is so smart! Well done, Honey!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Weekend with Daddy
My wife left me for the weekend. Not only did she leave me, she took my daughter with her, too. They are off to spend a rainy Washington weekend of camping with the Girl Scouts. That means that Daddy gets to spend the weekend all by himself with the boys, doing safe and manly activities.
We’ve already enjoyed a dinner of delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a side order of pears (fresh from the plastic single serving sized cups), small glasses of frothy 2% milk, and cookie dough ice cream with caramel syrup on top for dessert. Then, the boys messed around for awhile by pushing their toy trucks safely around the living room. But, as the thrill of competition between the two kids took over, the trucks became dangerous projectiles that knocked over some chairs and flew pell-mell toward the t.v., Dad quickly put an end to the monster truck rally. After that, we used quiet inside voices and kicked back for a bit, watched the prototypical kids’ cartoons, did some mazes, and played a few games of tick-tack-toe. I got the boys ready for bed at a respectable 10:30 pm (c’mon, it’s the weekend), and tucked them in for the night.
My next task is to figure out what we should do tomorrow. I’ve contemplated the pros and cons of taking the boys to the Serpentarium to hold snakes, hiking to a waterfall through a magical rainforest, finding our way through a corn maze, or visiting the children’s museum. Then again, the allure of going to a local fast food restaurant and letting them run around in the kids play area also sounds appealing due to the added benefit of not having to think about what to fix for lunch. And, there’s always football and car racing events to think about as well. Decisions, decisions …
I’m sure that whatever I decide to have the kids do for the rest of this weekend will be fun. It’s not often that the males in the Moen household get to bond like this. Besides, I know that my wife will consider the weekend to be a success as long as she finds the males of this household in the same condition as she left them.
We’ve already enjoyed a dinner of delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a side order of pears (fresh from the plastic single serving sized cups), small glasses of frothy 2% milk, and cookie dough ice cream with caramel syrup on top for dessert. Then, the boys messed around for awhile by pushing their toy trucks safely around the living room. But, as the thrill of competition between the two kids took over, the trucks became dangerous projectiles that knocked over some chairs and flew pell-mell toward the t.v., Dad quickly put an end to the monster truck rally. After that, we used quiet inside voices and kicked back for a bit, watched the prototypical kids’ cartoons, did some mazes, and played a few games of tick-tack-toe. I got the boys ready for bed at a respectable 10:30 pm (c’mon, it’s the weekend), and tucked them in for the night.
My next task is to figure out what we should do tomorrow. I’ve contemplated the pros and cons of taking the boys to the Serpentarium to hold snakes, hiking to a waterfall through a magical rainforest, finding our way through a corn maze, or visiting the children’s museum. Then again, the allure of going to a local fast food restaurant and letting them run around in the kids play area also sounds appealing due to the added benefit of not having to think about what to fix for lunch. And, there’s always football and car racing events to think about as well. Decisions, decisions …
I’m sure that whatever I decide to have the kids do for the rest of this weekend will be fun. It’s not often that the males in the Moen household get to bond like this. Besides, I know that my wife will consider the weekend to be a success as long as she finds the males of this household in the same condition as she left them.
Picture Book Art
If you are interested in seeing some of the creative artwork produced by artists and illustrators throughout the U.S., this site is a good one to visit. There is also a section for teachers, librarians, and others to learn more about the artists behind the work. Here is the link:
http://picturebookartists.org/
(Original Posting Date - October 21, 2009)
http://picturebookartists.org/
(Original Posting Date - October 21, 2009)
Too Ill to Tango
Sick today
Yuck!
Having a difficult time letting the body and neurons play
Just my luck.
(Original Posting Date - October 20, 2009)
Yuck!
Having a difficult time letting the body and neurons play
Just my luck.
(Original Posting Date - October 20, 2009)
Quote for the Day
“If you think of home as a place where you feel comfortable, where you can kick off your shoes and be yourself, then writing is my home. No matter where I am, if I have my laptop or my journal, I’m home. When I pick up the pen, I experience the most profound feeling of intimacy and acceptance and familiarity I know.”
–Sheryl St. Germain, poet and creative writing professor, 2009
(Original Posting Date - October 16, 2009)
–Sheryl St. Germain, poet and creative writing professor, 2009
(Original Posting Date - October 16, 2009)
Play Date for the Neurons
I, like most people, do not like being sick! I don’t enjoy the aches, pains, headaches, and other malaise that come with it. In addition, it seems that now that I’ve gotten a little older, my body usually waits until the weekend to shut itself down. So, as it is, I spend my work week in a generally productive and vertical position. But, once the weekend comes around, the bug hits me, and I’m on my back in bed. There goes the weekend!
Being sick does have a unique purpose, though. I fathom that it’s life’s way of saying to each one of us, “Slow down there, partner. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends for too long. It’s time to take it easy and relax for a bit.” So, instead of mowing the lawn, cleaning out the gutters, and doing the multitude of other projects I had planned for today, I put on my jammies instead. Then, I just snuggled up under my fluffy, down-filled covers, surfed on the internet, read, and chugged clear sports-type drinks to my heart’s content.
Still, there is another big upside to my life when I’m sick that I haven’t mentioned. (And, no … I’m not talking about having my wife wait on me on hand and foot, and feel sorry for me.) The benefit of being ill is that since my body needs rest, my mind gets its own time to wander. Think of it as a “play date for the neurons.” The creative part of my ‘being’ gets a chance to be set free on the world and wreak havoc. In other words, I get time to write!
Thus far today, I’ve had the opportunity to put pen to paper a lot. I got the chance to go over my current easy reader book manuscript to complete an additional round of editing and revisions. This endeavor was sorely needed. As I wrote about previously in this blog, I have a critique group meeting coming up later this month. Today’s review of my creation was important to accomplish before then. On top of that, I was able to clarify and add ideas to my outline for a new picture book project, brainstorm some key thoughts for an article that I’m entering in a writing contest, and update my website. Plus, I got the chance to get caught up with some friends via email and through a certain social-networking sight.
So you see, even when a person is ‘under the weather’ for a bit, much can be accomplished.
(Original Posting Date - October 10, 2009)
Being sick does have a unique purpose, though. I fathom that it’s life’s way of saying to each one of us, “Slow down there, partner. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends for too long. It’s time to take it easy and relax for a bit.” So, instead of mowing the lawn, cleaning out the gutters, and doing the multitude of other projects I had planned for today, I put on my jammies instead. Then, I just snuggled up under my fluffy, down-filled covers, surfed on the internet, read, and chugged clear sports-type drinks to my heart’s content.
Still, there is another big upside to my life when I’m sick that I haven’t mentioned. (And, no … I’m not talking about having my wife wait on me on hand and foot, and feel sorry for me.) The benefit of being ill is that since my body needs rest, my mind gets its own time to wander. Think of it as a “play date for the neurons.” The creative part of my ‘being’ gets a chance to be set free on the world and wreak havoc. In other words, I get time to write!
Thus far today, I’ve had the opportunity to put pen to paper a lot. I got the chance to go over my current easy reader book manuscript to complete an additional round of editing and revisions. This endeavor was sorely needed. As I wrote about previously in this blog, I have a critique group meeting coming up later this month. Today’s review of my creation was important to accomplish before then. On top of that, I was able to clarify and add ideas to my outline for a new picture book project, brainstorm some key thoughts for an article that I’m entering in a writing contest, and update my website. Plus, I got the chance to get caught up with some friends via email and through a certain social-networking sight.
So you see, even when a person is ‘under the weather’ for a bit, much can be accomplished.
(Original Posting Date - October 10, 2009)
Realistic Dialogue
During class today, one of my students read the following line aloud while sharing a story that he’d written in his journal:
“My Dad has a lot of hair … but none of it is on his head.”
This line cracked my students up! I knew right away that I had to share this with my readers.
I felt it was important to pass this quote along because it provided a terrific example of the type of humor that kids in the upper elementary and middle grades find amusing. By listening to and learning how kids talk in “real life,” you are more able to capture the feelings of your characters and write realistic dialogue for your stories. The genuine word choices you make will help you connect with your potential audiences better, and bring increased depth to your stories.
Plus,the fact is, now that I am in my mid forties, my back is beginning to resemble my student’s comment.
(Original Posting Date - October 6, 2009)
“My Dad has a lot of hair … but none of it is on his head.”
This line cracked my students up! I knew right away that I had to share this with my readers.
I felt it was important to pass this quote along because it provided a terrific example of the type of humor that kids in the upper elementary and middle grades find amusing. By listening to and learning how kids talk in “real life,” you are more able to capture the feelings of your characters and write realistic dialogue for your stories. The genuine word choices you make will help you connect with your potential audiences better, and bring increased depth to your stories.
Plus,the fact is, now that I am in my mid forties, my back is beginning to resemble my student’s comment.
(Original Posting Date - October 6, 2009)
It’s Logic, Mom?
Dinner last night was a struggle. My 4 year old didn’t want to eat his hot dog. He spent much of the mealtime watching others, making faces at his siblings, and talking to himself while the rest of us ate.
After being told by my wife over and over again to stop messing around and to start eating, my son suddenly paused and looked up at her. With a serious expression plastered across his face, he dryly said, “I can’t eat right now, Mom. I’m too busy playing around.”
Who can argue with the logic of a 4 year old?
(Original Posting Date - October 4, 2009)
After being told by my wife over and over again to stop messing around and to start eating, my son suddenly paused and looked up at her. With a serious expression plastered across his face, he dryly said, “I can’t eat right now, Mom. I’m too busy playing around.”
Who can argue with the logic of a 4 year old?
(Original Posting Date - October 4, 2009)
A Critique Group Invitation – The Journey Continues
I am thrilled to announce that the next chapter of my journey to becoming a published writer continues!
I was recently contacted to join a Critique Group in my local area. Needless to say, I jumped out of my socks at this wonderful offer, and can’t wait for our group’s meetings to start later this month!
For those of you that are unaware of what a Critique Group is, I will attempt to give you a brief explanation: In a nutshell, a Critique Group is composed of a small group of both published (ideally) and aspiring writers and/or illustrators. Regular gatherings are held, generally about one time per month, to share projects, get advice on how to make positive changes to our work, and to help each other navigate the mazes and roadblocks on the way to publication. Some groups also use the internet to send manuscripts back and forth so members can get help with editing and revisions between (or in lieu of) face to face meeting times.
The members of our newly formed group are both published (yey!) and unpublished authors like me, as well as a couple of illustrators of children’s books. I am practically salivating at the chance to get my first story ripped apart (nicely please!!!) by my writing peers.
I will keep everyone apprised of how things go after my first meeting in a few weeks. Until then, be safe and keep reading!
(Original Posting Date - October 1, 2009)
I was recently contacted to join a Critique Group in my local area. Needless to say, I jumped out of my socks at this wonderful offer, and can’t wait for our group’s meetings to start later this month!
For those of you that are unaware of what a Critique Group is, I will attempt to give you a brief explanation: In a nutshell, a Critique Group is composed of a small group of both published (ideally) and aspiring writers and/or illustrators. Regular gatherings are held, generally about one time per month, to share projects, get advice on how to make positive changes to our work, and to help each other navigate the mazes and roadblocks on the way to publication. Some groups also use the internet to send manuscripts back and forth so members can get help with editing and revisions between (or in lieu of) face to face meeting times.
The members of our newly formed group are both published (yey!) and unpublished authors like me, as well as a couple of illustrators of children’s books. I am practically salivating at the chance to get my first story ripped apart (nicely please!!!) by my writing peers.
I will keep everyone apprised of how things go after my first meeting in a few weeks. Until then, be safe and keep reading!
(Original Posting Date - October 1, 2009)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Singing Pants
What would you do if someone smiled at you and said, “You are so talented, even your pants sing?” Would you be thrilled at such a compliment? Would you be embarrassed and confused? Or, would you just think that the saying sounds like a great title for a book? If you’re like me, you chose the last option – great book title!
Every day, things said all around you could and should be woven into magical and original stories. All you have to do is look, listen, and be aware that your next great book idea could be just hanging there in the air, waiting to be snatched out of the ethereal plane, and plopped down on a page for all to see. Don’t miss the chance to find inspiration that comes from out of nowhere and sets your creative juices flowing!
p.s. Yes. The comment made at the beginning of this short entry about my “pants singing” truly did happen to me today. But, it’s not as irreverent as it sounds. The remark was simply made by a co-worker of mine to me when she heard my cell phone, which I carry in my front pocket, ring. My ring tone … “Always look on the bright side of life!”
Every day, things said all around you could and should be woven into magical and original stories. All you have to do is look, listen, and be aware that your next great book idea could be just hanging there in the air, waiting to be snatched out of the ethereal plane, and plopped down on a page for all to see. Don’t miss the chance to find inspiration that comes from out of nowhere and sets your creative juices flowing!
p.s. Yes. The comment made at the beginning of this short entry about my “pants singing” truly did happen to me today. But, it’s not as irreverent as it sounds. The remark was simply made by a co-worker of mine to me when she heard my cell phone, which I carry in my front pocket, ring. My ring tone … “Always look on the bright side of life!”
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Computer Woes
I have been having a lot of “issues” with my computer lately. Therefore, my blog has suffered this week. Well, I guess to be perfectly honest, my problems first began when my oldest son knocked my laptop off of my chair and onto the floor. I attempted to start it up several times after the inadvertent high-dive, but no dice.
The next day came and went without so much of a hint of life from my computer. I hemmed and hawed for awhile, and fretted over how I was going to afford a new piece of equipment. When suddenly, like words sent from an angel, my wife yells to me from the kitchen, “I got your computer working again!”
Thanks, Honey!
(Original Posting Date - September 24, 2009)
The next day came and went without so much of a hint of life from my computer. I hemmed and hawed for awhile, and fretted over how I was going to afford a new piece of equipment. When suddenly, like words sent from an angel, my wife yells to me from the kitchen, “I got your computer working again!”
Thanks, Honey!
(Original Posting Date - September 24, 2009)
Mr. Independent
Help! My 7 year old is exhibiting an independent streak that must be stopped!
Okay, so maybe I’m being a little melodramatic. But I ask you: What exactly is the proper attire for a kid to wear to bed anyway?
I don’t believe that this should be a difficult question for most parents to answer. But, based on the difficulties I’ve been having this past week, it seems to be a battle of epic proportion in my house.
I’m just curious about this question because my oldest son seems to be having trouble conforming to the standard night-time attire for most children: a pajama top, underwear, and pajama bottoms. You see, when he gets ready for bed lately, instead of putting on the prescribed kids’ uniform that has worked perfectly for generations, he wants to deviate and choose something on his own. Now, you may be asking yourself at this point, “What’s the big deal, Brian?”
The big deal is that instead of wearing his pj’s to sleep in, he wants to wear his new tennis shoes to bed. That’s it – just his tennis shoes. No amount of logic and begging has been able to dislodge this curious idea from his head. At bedtime, he insists on dancing around the living room, shouting out that his tennis shoes make him feel “Good.”
In time, I’m sure that I’ll be able to get him to see that there’s a perfectly logical reason that he can’t sleep with just his tennis shoes on. Your sheets will get filthy, you’ll get cold without pajamas on, etc. Until that time though, it’s a problem that I’m just going to blame on his Mother. After all, she’s the one who bought him the new school shoes, so it must be her fault. Right?
(Original Posting Date - September 14, 2009)
Okay, so maybe I’m being a little melodramatic. But I ask you: What exactly is the proper attire for a kid to wear to bed anyway?
I don’t believe that this should be a difficult question for most parents to answer. But, based on the difficulties I’ve been having this past week, it seems to be a battle of epic proportion in my house.
I’m just curious about this question because my oldest son seems to be having trouble conforming to the standard night-time attire for most children: a pajama top, underwear, and pajama bottoms. You see, when he gets ready for bed lately, instead of putting on the prescribed kids’ uniform that has worked perfectly for generations, he wants to deviate and choose something on his own. Now, you may be asking yourself at this point, “What’s the big deal, Brian?”
The big deal is that instead of wearing his pj’s to sleep in, he wants to wear his new tennis shoes to bed. That’s it – just his tennis shoes. No amount of logic and begging has been able to dislodge this curious idea from his head. At bedtime, he insists on dancing around the living room, shouting out that his tennis shoes make him feel “Good.”
In time, I’m sure that I’ll be able to get him to see that there’s a perfectly logical reason that he can’t sleep with just his tennis shoes on. Your sheets will get filthy, you’ll get cold without pajamas on, etc. Until that time though, it’s a problem that I’m just going to blame on his Mother. After all, she’s the one who bought him the new school shoes, so it must be her fault. Right?
(Original Posting Date - September 14, 2009)
Middle School Memories
Based on my middle school teaching experience last year, I guess it’s a good thing I moved back to the elementary level. I’d now equate my year working with middle school students to the sport of skydiving.
You start by going through ground school in an attempt to get ready for your first jump. Only, once you get in the plane and up in the air, you start to get a little nervous. Eventually, you overcome your fears, and jump out of the plane anyway. You figure that you’ve got to be safe ’cause you have a parachute on. Right?
Unfortunately, once you start falling, you reach for the rip cord, only to discover that your main chute has malfunctioned and won’t open. You panic for a moment. But then, you thankfully realize that you have a back-up chute. Whew! So, you quickly grab for the 2nd rip cord and yank. RIP!!! Uh, oh. The 2nd cord, now detached from the parachute bag, dangles from your sweaty palm, and your back-up chute is nowhere to be found. All at once you find yourself free-falling rapidly. Now is the time to panic!
I jumped out of that metaphysical plane last year, and found the free-fall incredibly different than I’d first imagined. The wind did whip through my hair on the way down, and it was thrilling for a time! But, hitting the ground (and my head against the wall over and over again) really hurt. I can honestly say though that it was … interesting.
(Original Posting Date - September 11, 2009)
You start by going through ground school in an attempt to get ready for your first jump. Only, once you get in the plane and up in the air, you start to get a little nervous. Eventually, you overcome your fears, and jump out of the plane anyway. You figure that you’ve got to be safe ’cause you have a parachute on. Right?
Unfortunately, once you start falling, you reach for the rip cord, only to discover that your main chute has malfunctioned and won’t open. You panic for a moment. But then, you thankfully realize that you have a back-up chute. Whew! So, you quickly grab for the 2nd rip cord and yank. RIP!!! Uh, oh. The 2nd cord, now detached from the parachute bag, dangles from your sweaty palm, and your back-up chute is nowhere to be found. All at once you find yourself free-falling rapidly. Now is the time to panic!
I jumped out of that metaphysical plane last year, and found the free-fall incredibly different than I’d first imagined. The wind did whip through my hair on the way down, and it was thrilling for a time! But, hitting the ground (and my head against the wall over and over again) really hurt. I can honestly say though that it was … interesting.
(Original Posting Date - September 11, 2009)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The Dark Side of RVing
I’m sure that most of you have seen the GO RVing commercials on t.v. that show a happy family exploring a myriad of wilderness opportunities across our country. The too enthusiastic campers are always smiling, laughing, and appear carefree while traveling to their destination. And, I have to admit, as an owner of a compact travel trailer, my family and I have a wonderful time camping throughout the Western United States. It’s nice for us to escape from the “rat race’ occasionally to commune with nature, swim, hike, bike, trike, and sit around the campfire eating s’mores.
What they don’t show you is the “dark side” of RVing – cleaning out the waste holding tanks. The trailer owner’s manual makes it seem like it’s not a big deal to empty this reservoir. In fact, I’m sure that some smart cookie within the RV industry created the mundane sounding terms like “Black water” and “Gray water” so as not to turn off potential customers. What they don’t tell you is that the black water tank is a euphemism for a large, sealed container that holds your family’s excrement. Plus, another downside that they don’t mention on the sales floor when purchasing your RV is that you, as a proud new owner, get to empty these aforementioned tanks by yourself. Whoo hoo!
Today was the day that I got the pleasure of emptying the vat of waste from the trailer. A little gauge inside the trailer was glowing “full,” so I figured I couldn’t put off the task any longer. Luckily for me, we have a public RV dumping facility located conveniently just down the road from our house. “Easy as pie,” I thought. So, I hitched up the trailer and set off to clean out the holding tanks.
I arrived at the dumping facility and started pulling out the various hoses, tubing, connectors, disposable gloves, etc. that I would need to do the job. Then, I connected a handy, see-through sewer-dumping device to the trailer. I pulled the handle on the black water tank and voila! I won’t go into the graphic details, but to my amazement, the smelly contents of the trailer tank reservoir flushed out. After a brief time, the draining stopped. Now it was time for the next step in the process: Rinse.
But, before I could proceed, I needed to connect a special valve to my tank rinsing hose. I located my brand new, fancy $7.00 hose valve. I had to use this special valve because many public dump sites cut off the threaded ends of their hoses (for some reason that I just can’t fathom), and you cannot rinse your RV tanks out easily without it. Anyway, I screwed my hose onto my holding tank cleaning device and onto the valve. Then, I squished the shiny, made-just-for-this-situation (according to the salesperson) valve on to the cut-off public hose. I pushed the button to start the water pumping and … KABOOM!
The fancy valve that I bought exploded into two pieces, and broke apart from the public hose. Water sprayed out in all directions, soaking my face, hair and glasses. Startled, I attempted to squeeze the hose and valve back together, but only succeeded in creating an even bigger mess. Water spurted from the hose again like when the stem breaks off a bulging water balloon. I got another burst of wetness in my face, and the remaining dry portions of my body received an inadvertent shower. I was now soaked, and the water continued to flow. I dropped the hose, and ran to seek shelter behind my trailer until the water stopped.
Thankfully, the water eventually ceased flowing. I decided that, after the pandemonium I had just experienced, I would just pack up my toys and go home. I would contact my local RV dealer, and have them complete the tank cleaning and winterizing of my trailer instead. Ah, the joys of RVing!
(Original Posting Date - September 6, 2009)
What they don’t show you is the “dark side” of RVing – cleaning out the waste holding tanks. The trailer owner’s manual makes it seem like it’s not a big deal to empty this reservoir. In fact, I’m sure that some smart cookie within the RV industry created the mundane sounding terms like “Black water” and “Gray water” so as not to turn off potential customers. What they don’t tell you is that the black water tank is a euphemism for a large, sealed container that holds your family’s excrement. Plus, another downside that they don’t mention on the sales floor when purchasing your RV is that you, as a proud new owner, get to empty these aforementioned tanks by yourself. Whoo hoo!
Today was the day that I got the pleasure of emptying the vat of waste from the trailer. A little gauge inside the trailer was glowing “full,” so I figured I couldn’t put off the task any longer. Luckily for me, we have a public RV dumping facility located conveniently just down the road from our house. “Easy as pie,” I thought. So, I hitched up the trailer and set off to clean out the holding tanks.
I arrived at the dumping facility and started pulling out the various hoses, tubing, connectors, disposable gloves, etc. that I would need to do the job. Then, I connected a handy, see-through sewer-dumping device to the trailer. I pulled the handle on the black water tank and voila! I won’t go into the graphic details, but to my amazement, the smelly contents of the trailer tank reservoir flushed out. After a brief time, the draining stopped. Now it was time for the next step in the process: Rinse.
But, before I could proceed, I needed to connect a special valve to my tank rinsing hose. I located my brand new, fancy $7.00 hose valve. I had to use this special valve because many public dump sites cut off the threaded ends of their hoses (for some reason that I just can’t fathom), and you cannot rinse your RV tanks out easily without it. Anyway, I screwed my hose onto my holding tank cleaning device and onto the valve. Then, I squished the shiny, made-just-for-this-situation (according to the salesperson) valve on to the cut-off public hose. I pushed the button to start the water pumping and … KABOOM!
The fancy valve that I bought exploded into two pieces, and broke apart from the public hose. Water sprayed out in all directions, soaking my face, hair and glasses. Startled, I attempted to squeeze the hose and valve back together, but only succeeded in creating an even bigger mess. Water spurted from the hose again like when the stem breaks off a bulging water balloon. I got another burst of wetness in my face, and the remaining dry portions of my body received an inadvertent shower. I was now soaked, and the water continued to flow. I dropped the hose, and ran to seek shelter behind my trailer until the water stopped.
Thankfully, the water eventually ceased flowing. I decided that, after the pandemonium I had just experienced, I would just pack up my toys and go home. I would contact my local RV dealer, and have them complete the tank cleaning and winterizing of my trailer instead. Ah, the joys of RVing!
(Original Posting Date - September 6, 2009)
Daughter’s Day at School
Today was a day that my daughter got to go to school with Daddy. She doesn’t “officially” start school in her own class until next week. But, since she loves learning so much, she often comes to my classroom on her days off.
While at school with me, my daughter enthusiastically participates in all the activities, and even completes the assignments along with the rest of my students. In fact, she feels like she’s such a part of my class that she begged me to assign her a desk. She even made herself a “name tag” while I was out of the room at a meeting in an attempt to prove to me that she was really serious about getting her own seat! I finally succumbed to her pleadings, and selected a school desk for her next to all the other kids. As if that wasn’t enough, she then twisted my arm until I assigned her a social studies book, a reading book, math materials, and a journal for her to write in while she attended class.
I guess things could be worse though. She could be a difficult child that hated school. Then, whenever she got in trouble in my classroom, I would have the unenviable task of having to call my wife on the phone to report her poor behavior…
(Original Posting Date - September 3, 2009)
While at school with me, my daughter enthusiastically participates in all the activities, and even completes the assignments along with the rest of my students. In fact, she feels like she’s such a part of my class that she begged me to assign her a desk. She even made herself a “name tag” while I was out of the room at a meeting in an attempt to prove to me that she was really serious about getting her own seat! I finally succumbed to her pleadings, and selected a school desk for her next to all the other kids. As if that wasn’t enough, she then twisted my arm until I assigned her a social studies book, a reading book, math materials, and a journal for her to write in while she attended class.
I guess things could be worse though. She could be a difficult child that hated school. Then, whenever she got in trouble in my classroom, I would have the unenviable task of having to call my wife on the phone to report her poor behavior…
(Original Posting Date - September 3, 2009)
School Begins!
School is officially off and running and I couldn’t be more thrilled!
First impressions: I am so lucky! I have a cohesive group of friendly, well-behaved, gifted, and talented students.
In fact, I was so excited by how unbelievably respectful, attentive, and hard working my students were on the first day, that I called my wife during recess time. I told her that I was ready to cry. Showing great concern, she asked me what was wrong. I told her that my students are wonderful, and that I was looking forward to spending the next 10 months teaching them and working as a team. Naturally, she was relieved.
After a brief conversation, I ended the call. A smile crossed my face as I hung up the phone and sat down in the closest, kid-sized plastic chair.
(Original Posting Date - September 1, 2009)
First impressions: I am so lucky! I have a cohesive group of friendly, well-behaved, gifted, and talented students.
In fact, I was so excited by how unbelievably respectful, attentive, and hard working my students were on the first day, that I called my wife during recess time. I told her that I was ready to cry. Showing great concern, she asked me what was wrong. I told her that my students are wonderful, and that I was looking forward to spending the next 10 months teaching them and working as a team. Naturally, she was relieved.
After a brief conversation, I ended the call. A smile crossed my face as I hung up the phone and sat down in the closest, kid-sized plastic chair.
(Original Posting Date - September 1, 2009)
Dogs
I just came across an interesting story that I wanted to share …
I have a friend who has a furry, long-haired dog. She was complaining about how hot it’s been in Southern California lately, and claims that the excessive heat is causing her dog to shed much more than usual. “That’s okay though ‘cause I have my super, duper “wonder” brand dog brush (I changed the actual brand name of the brush because I don’t want to tout the product) that I use to comb my dog’s hair daily so he doesn’t shed a ton of it all over the house!” She then gushes excruciatingly, ad nauseam, for several paragraphs about the merits of this special brush.
Another friend then replied that he had an easier way to deal with the shedding dog problem. Instead of buying the stupid “wonder brush” to handle the excessive shedding, he did something more reasonable. When he replaced the fabric in his RV, he took a tuft of the dog’s hair in and said, “Match this.” And they did!
It reminded me about something similar that we did in order to control a potential pet problem. Before we got new carpet for our house, we hemmed and hawed over what color to purchase. We were afraid that if we bought the wrong color of carpet, the dogs would track mud in the house during the rainy months and cause a cleaning nightmare. So, instead of stressing about how exactly to keep our new carpet clean, we just had brown carpeting installed so that the mud from the dogs wouldn’t be so obvious. Problem solved!
(Original Posting Date - August 29, 2009)
I have a friend who has a furry, long-haired dog. She was complaining about how hot it’s been in Southern California lately, and claims that the excessive heat is causing her dog to shed much more than usual. “That’s okay though ‘cause I have my super, duper “wonder” brand dog brush (I changed the actual brand name of the brush because I don’t want to tout the product) that I use to comb my dog’s hair daily so he doesn’t shed a ton of it all over the house!” She then gushes excruciatingly, ad nauseam, for several paragraphs about the merits of this special brush.
Another friend then replied that he had an easier way to deal with the shedding dog problem. Instead of buying the stupid “wonder brush” to handle the excessive shedding, he did something more reasonable. When he replaced the fabric in his RV, he took a tuft of the dog’s hair in and said, “Match this.” And they did!
It reminded me about something similar that we did in order to control a potential pet problem. Before we got new carpet for our house, we hemmed and hawed over what color to purchase. We were afraid that if we bought the wrong color of carpet, the dogs would track mud in the house during the rainy months and cause a cleaning nightmare. So, instead of stressing about how exactly to keep our new carpet clean, we just had brown carpeting installed so that the mud from the dogs wouldn’t be so obvious. Problem solved!
(Original Posting Date - August 29, 2009)
Triumphant Return
Today was my first day back at school/work. I have been off for a couple of weeks due to a knee injury. The last time I got motivated to trek into school, I came home in pain. So, I was not looking forward to uncomfortably hobbling around for several hours and moving boxes, tables, and desks in preparation for the first day of school.
My triumphant return went okay. I mean there were no cheering minions or a trumpet fanfare to announce my return. But, at least I didn’t trip and hurt myself again. Life is good!
(Original Posting Date - August 24, 2009)
My triumphant return went okay. I mean there were no cheering minions or a trumpet fanfare to announce my return. But, at least I didn’t trip and hurt myself again. Life is good!
(Original Posting Date - August 24, 2009)
The Hunter
Ah, the simple pleasures! I just sat and watched my 4 year old chase a moth around the house with his bug catcher vacuum. My son, with his tongue hanging out and clenched jaw, eyes fixed on the target, was the epitome of concentration. He was bound and determined to get ‘the bug’. After several minutes, the struggle mercifully ended with the capture of the now exhausted moth. The victorious hunter gave a quick smile, excited high-pitched squeal, and happily skipped to the back door to release his prey. Good thing the boy is a vegetarian.
(Original Posting Date - August 20, 2009)
(Original Posting Date - August 20, 2009)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Muttley Crew
Leaving My Mark
I spent most of today working on my website. I have spent many, many hours over the past few months teaching myself the HTML needed in order to create the website you are now viewing. It’s been a sometimes tedious journey researching and learning all of the necessary skills and coding. But, now that it is up and running, I feel that the time I spent creating it was well worth it. To me, I found it to be a miraculous thing to see how the arranging of various words, numbers, and symbols on a page can “magically” turn in to something as interesting as a website!
Come to think of it, creating my website was very similar to the feeling I get while I’m working on a book. While I’m developing my stories, people don’t see the hours of labor that I put in to finding just the right way and combination of words to make my characters come alive to my readers. And, when I’m editing and revising my stories for the 10th, 11th, and 12th (or more) times to make them perfect, there’s no one there to cheer me on to the finish. My reward comes in my struggle to do my best; my fight to make a something from nothing that will affect many generations within and beyond my lifetime. This is my passion – to “leave my mark.”
Come to think of it, creating my website was very similar to the feeling I get while I’m working on a book. While I’m developing my stories, people don’t see the hours of labor that I put in to finding just the right way and combination of words to make my characters come alive to my readers. And, when I’m editing and revising my stories for the 10th, 11th, and 12th (or more) times to make them perfect, there’s no one there to cheer me on to the finish. My reward comes in my struggle to do my best; my fight to make a something from nothing that will affect many generations within and beyond my lifetime. This is my passion – to “leave my mark.”
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