Friday, May 16, 2008
Chrissy Celebrations
Monday, May 5, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Another one for Bill
Duncan was getting quite frustrated with his computer the other day and burst out with "I just don't know what I'm going to do!"
"Don't say that Daddy," Brody comforted, "you know how to do lots of things."
"Don't say that Daddy," Brody comforted, "you know how to do lots of things."
Monday, February 11, 2008
Jugs for Art!
I don't consider myself a prude and I have seen a few things during my teaching career, but I still get a laugh some days, and still blush....
I allow students to listen to their iPods during class when they're working individually. Today, I noticed one boy was not working and also had the undivided attention of the two boys either side of him (already a red altert). I walk over to the boys and am gloriously presented with a set of jugs bouncing up and down on the mini screen of the portable porn port. "Hand it over." Rather than be embarrassed, the boy defends himself by saying that I am mistaken, it's not porn, but 'American Pie', making me somewhat more offended by the poor boy's lack of taste and his obvious resistance to any influence I may have had on his artistic development.
The poetic justice lies in a few consequences:
1. The boy's mother is the only person who will be allowed to collect the iPod from the principal (let's see who blushes now!)
2. The opportunity for this boy to see probably his first real breasts has been taken away from him - no Life model for that little chicken!
I allow students to listen to their iPods during class when they're working individually. Today, I noticed one boy was not working and also had the undivided attention of the two boys either side of him (already a red altert). I walk over to the boys and am gloriously presented with a set of jugs bouncing up and down on the mini screen of the portable porn port. "Hand it over." Rather than be embarrassed, the boy defends himself by saying that I am mistaken, it's not porn, but 'American Pie', making me somewhat more offended by the poor boy's lack of taste and his obvious resistance to any influence I may have had on his artistic development.
The poetic justice lies in a few consequences:
1. The boy's mother is the only person who will be allowed to collect the iPod from the principal (let's see who blushes now!)
2. The opportunity for this boy to see probably his first real breasts has been taken away from him - no Life model for that little chicken!
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Flower Theif
I am generally on the road by 6:30 every morning, which is the perfect time to catch joggers and power walkers out and about. These people keep a pretty regular regime and route, so it's no surprise that I get to see the same people with some consistancy. It has happened now on three occaisions that I have seen the same woman disguised as a morning walker powering along the road with a lovely bunch of cut flowers in one hand and a pair of secatures in the other. These are, to be sure, desperate times - water restrictions, climate change etc, but seriously??.....
Friday, January 25, 2008
Ode to Mr Cosby
Just thought I'd share a little story that reminded me of Bill Cosby's kid quote show:
Duncan was getting a little frustrated with Brody's whinging about his inability to play a particular computer game well. Rather than look at his own behaviour Brody turned to Duncan and said "Daddy, you need to calm down; you're too excited. Breathe in; breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out."
Oh they say the darnest things.
Duncan was getting a little frustrated with Brody's whinging about his inability to play a particular computer game well. Rather than look at his own behaviour Brody turned to Duncan and said "Daddy, you need to calm down; you're too excited. Breathe in; breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out."
Oh they say the darnest things.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The Perils of Proxcimity to Parents #1
I will start with somewhat of a disclaimer: my parents are fantastic and wonderful grandparents to our boys, but.....
As anyone who has ever lived with me would know my father, Graham, likes a tidy garden. He liked to make sure that any rental property I was in was well mowed (whether or not that be at 7am on a Saturday) and now that he has retired and I live only 10 minutes away he is even more 'dedicated'.
Now this will no doubt appear really ungrateful, but the two of them (Mum and Dad) have caused our neighbours to question the way in which we have 'enslaved' my parents. To put this into some sort of context - my parents wait until the hottest part of the day (also the time of day during which Riley has his nap) to bring over their mower and chainsaw to do a 'spot of gardening'. Now maybe this is a bit of Catholic guilt coming in to play, but being out in the sun, in Brisbane at 1pm is not my idea of a good time to work, but as my parents are considerably older and my Dad has had heart surgery, I feel some sort of obligation to at least stand out there and appear to be helpful.
Not helping matters is the fact that our neighbours now drop comments about our 'gardeners' and joke with them about labour costs.
Is there a moral to this story? Well, no, just that there is no sense of time when you are retired and no sense of privacy when you live 10 minutes away from Mum and Dad.
As anyone who has ever lived with me would know my father, Graham, likes a tidy garden. He liked to make sure that any rental property I was in was well mowed (whether or not that be at 7am on a Saturday) and now that he has retired and I live only 10 minutes away he is even more 'dedicated'.
Now this will no doubt appear really ungrateful, but the two of them (Mum and Dad) have caused our neighbours to question the way in which we have 'enslaved' my parents. To put this into some sort of context - my parents wait until the hottest part of the day (also the time of day during which Riley has his nap) to bring over their mower and chainsaw to do a 'spot of gardening'. Now maybe this is a bit of Catholic guilt coming in to play, but being out in the sun, in Brisbane at 1pm is not my idea of a good time to work, but as my parents are considerably older and my Dad has had heart surgery, I feel some sort of obligation to at least stand out there and appear to be helpful.
Not helping matters is the fact that our neighbours now drop comments about our 'gardeners' and joke with them about labour costs.
Is there a moral to this story? Well, no, just that there is no sense of time when you are retired and no sense of privacy when you live 10 minutes away from Mum and Dad.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I decided that as I succumbed to the perils of facebook in 07 that 08 would see me keeping a blog for the Beales.
Some facts you should know about the Beales:
1.Brody has developed a deep and lasting phobia around wet shoes - under no circumstances should the soles or, in fact, any part of his shoes come into contact with moisture of any kind.
2. It is essential that bedtime should be dragged out for the maximum amount of time to ensure maximum impact and the nerves of anyone over the age of four.
3. Riley has developed a new found love for dancing which resembles some Richard Simmons choreography. Meanwhile, Brody has discovered what can only be described as interpretive dance.
Three facts at this early stage in my blogging is enough.
Some facts you should know about the Beales:
1.Brody has developed a deep and lasting phobia around wet shoes - under no circumstances should the soles or, in fact, any part of his shoes come into contact with moisture of any kind.
2. It is essential that bedtime should be dragged out for the maximum amount of time to ensure maximum impact and the nerves of anyone over the age of four.
3. Riley has developed a new found love for dancing which resembles some Richard Simmons choreography. Meanwhile, Brody has discovered what can only be described as interpretive dance.
Three facts at this early stage in my blogging is enough.
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