Letter to the Teacher

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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VCO3 I think you wandered into the wrong thread.
This is the MMP in MPSIMS, not a “My kid’s tteacher is a moron” thread in the Pit.

The GF brought a pizza to me for lunch today. Pepperoni, just how I like it.

See, we had some Spanish rice left over from Saturday’s dinner, and I planned on bringing in the leftovers for lunch today. But she ate the rest of it when she got home last night. She did offer me some, just as she was getting to the last bite. That’s when I told her, “Nah, I don’t want any this late. I was gonna take it for lunch.” She felt really bad that she deprived me of her cooking, so she picked up a pizza for me and drove all the way to my work (okay, not really out of the way for her, since Technical Thingies is between home and where her girls are, and on Mondays she goes to see them, and take them thrift-store shopping.)

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Well Shibby, just who do you think that is, out in the pachysandra patch next to your garage?
Naw, I’m much too lazy to ever stalk anyone. We started back on thursday as well.

VCO3, this is not only MPSIMS, it’s the MMP. There’s not a hard or sharp edge to anything around here. Totally big fun bounce castle of life.

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I am somewhat scared that there might be something called a “pachysandra patch” next to my garage. Although there is something there, and I think I saw it move the other night. Yikes!

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Rue --I guessed 7 because I thought that second grade was probably the last grade that a teacher could get away with cutesy stuff like that assigment.

I’ll bet those letters give her a good idea of just what kind of parents she’s dealing with. Maybe it’s a good idea, afterall.

I worked all weekend. Had a very nice woman die. Was very glad to be able to help her husband and other relatives. Peaceful passings are good ones. (sorry about the downer).

My daughter has to get her learner’s permit for driving this week.
I think I’ll go lay down and maybe open the whiskey, now…

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Man, I could use a big fun bounce castle …

<snerk>

I forgot to mention that I had an SDMB in-joke kind of weekend. On our way up to Maine, we passed the big “new state” sign that says “Massachusetts Welcomes You.” Which prompted me, in a glassy-eyed driving daze, to proclaim “In Russia, Massachusetts welcomes you!”

My friend looked at me blankly.

I am well-known among my circle of friends for my apple pie. I ran out to the store for my friend right before dinner on Saturday, and her fifteen-year-old son (who has heard me say it) yelled after me “When come back, bring pie!”

Then I fell down the stairs because I laughed so hard.

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Also, according to a thread (in IMHO?) about how old one should be in third grade, apparently a very large number of people in some part of the United States are 7 years old in third grade. That baffles me, but heh, what the heck.

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I’d say that if you made it an all-girls school, then I’d probably stay away. Unless they were playing jump rope. I used to love jump roping. And tetherball. I’ll bet that I could cream some 7-year-old girls in tetherball.

I don’t have a dentist appointment this week. I haven’t been to the dentist since… 10th grade or so. I know what they’ll tell me. “You need to brush better. You have (insert number between 0 and 2, inclusive) cavities. We’ll fill it/them. Come back in 6 months so that we can charge you more money.”

And I hate dentists, because they always make me feel guilty. “WHYYYYY HAVEN’T YOU BEEN BRUSHING!!!???” “I have. Twice a day, at least. I promise. And I chew sugarfree gum all the time.” All of which is actually true, but somehow I still have crappy teeth.

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Rue, I think you should erect a shrine to Soupo’s teacher in your front yard to demonstrate your slavish devotion. And you should put lots of little kid statues in it, 'specially the little kids with the pointy dunce caps on. I think they call 'em gnomes for some reason, maybe 'cause they’ve been in third grade so long they’ve grown beards? I dunno.
Anyway, then if anyone says you don’t have the proper reverence for teachers, you could just point to your teacher shrine, and say: “I do so! See? I’m a Shriner!”

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Yeah, if the parent even sends in a letter, the teacher knows right off, they pay some sort of attention to what’s going on. (Many, if not most, parents treat school like daycare, only with slightly less fingerpainting.)

Then you can tell from the letter how crazed the parents are about the kids. If the parent’s (or "parents’ " sometimes) letter jives with the Teachers’ Lounge scuttlebut, you know you’re getting Jake intel’. If it’s wildly off base you have a year of fun and… more fun ahead of you.

It’s probably more to tell her about the parents than the kids. Everything’s a test. It’s just sometimes what’s being tested isn’t what they say.

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I like fishsticks.

I used to be good at this. Really. Shut up.

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Exgineer, get into my Albany Dopefest thread and answer it?

Please?!

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**Ashes[sup]2[/sup], maybe if they stopped having chocolate milk at school the bears would stay away. Elementary schools are the only places where bears know there’ll be chocolate milk. Or, maybe schools could just put chocolate milk out back with a sign saying, “Free Chocolate Milk For Bears As Long As They Don’t Come Inside Or Eat The Kids”. That way all us bears (except donkey who thinks he’s a bear, so we humor him) can have our chocolate milk without having to break in and take it away from the kids.

I’ll post a recipe for boiled peanuts. They are wunnerful beer food.

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There’s a recipe for boiled peanuts? I’d think it would be pretty self-explanatory.

So, three o’clock this afternoon rolls around, and it’s now my turn to answer the phones until quittin’ time. Someone, apparently, has attached a sticker or something to all our catalogs telling people to ignore the toll-free number printed in bright colors on the front and instead call the tiny little toll number, just so they can talk to me.

No, this is not the order department. No, I cannot transfer you. Yes, you have to call the other number. No, once again, this is not the order department, and I cannot transfer you.

I have decided I will go home after work and, rather than choose one room to clean as per my original plan, I will lay down on the unvacuumed floor and meditate. In this case “meditate” is interchangeable with “use meditation as an excuse to fall asleep on the floor and shirk all responsibility.”

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Yeah Swampy!

Boiled peanuts:

  1. Take some peanuts.
  2. Boil them.
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Rue, if I was a teacher and I got your letter about one of my students, I’d crack up. But then, I don’t take things too seriously. Usually.

I have a bear story! It’s second or third hand, but it’s a good one, I think.

My (former) office mate, Dave, was a consultant working in the electric power industry. He told me about the time he met with some men from way out in the boonies of Alaska who came to an industrial conference. These men said the biggest problem to their very localized power grid was bears. Power transformers hum. Apparently, the bears were disinclined to permit the transformers to hum. So they’d push them over. They’d stop humming. And the grid would go down.

Can you imagine the notes to the teacher (see how I brought this back to the OP??)

Dear Ms. Academia,
Please excuse little Reginald for not doing his assignment. His computer went down when we lost power due to a bear knocking over the transformer. He will complete the assignment as soon as power returns.
Sincerely,
Reg’s Mom

I moved into my new office today. No window. No Dave. Lots of noise. I need to get earplugs or I won’t be able to work.

Happy Monday!

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So, we’ve been watching the hurricane coverage on the news with great concern for the folks who live down in that area. While I’m glad the hurricane was not as bad as they predicted, it still looks pretty awful down there. I really hope everyone is okay. In addition, I just saw a grid for tornado warnings in various parts, to include Jawja, so please check in Swampy and let us know you’re doing fine. Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty ignorant as to where Leesburg sits in relation to Atlanta, so I just want to be sure you’re doing okay.

While watching the coverage on TV I noticed several people sloshing around in waist deep water. I don’t get this. There could be downed power lines in that water, theres bound to be sewage, parasites, snakes, gasoline, oil, and perhaps a gater or something. These kids were playing in the water.

My office mate called me at home today because she was having problems sending out a report that I normally do. She somehow lost her link to the sheet the report updates from. I tried to walk her through it on the phone, I hope she got it squared away.

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At least somebody is worried about me. Taters every thing is fine here. Well, buncha rain comin’ down but that’s all. I am waaay south of Etlanner. About a 180 miles southwest to be exact. I called my mother a little bit ago cause I thought it looked like Troup County, GA was under a tornado warning but it wasn’t. Just a watch. Like we are. Also we’re under a flood watch. They’re not expecting like a bunch of rain but because we’ve had a bunch of rain, the rivers and creeks are up so two or three inches of rain could cause some localized flooding. Which means that my six mile ride to work becomes a thirty mile ride to work if that happens.

There is more to boiling peanuts than sticking peanuts in boiling water. Paula Deen says so. So There! :stuck_out_tongue:

If you’ve never had em, you’re missin’ a real treat.

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I’ve had boiled peanuts. They taste like hot mud. I don’t recommend them at all. I like my peanuts crunchy and a bit salty. Or mooshed into peanut butter. But boiled peanuts are evil and icky.

No further discussion. I have spoken. :stuck_out_tongue:

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I too admire your letter, Rue. Though I never was asked to pen such a tome on behalf of either the Man-Cub or the Fem-Bot, I DID write a letter of recommendation for my Mom. She graduated from Nursing School when she was oh, about 51. Seriously. I told her that I’d help her get a job, so I wrote a letter of recommendation. I told her potential employers just what a great Mom she was. I think it helped. I’m not sure. But she framed it and put in in the bedroom, so I got that going for me, which is nice.

Bear Insurance. It’s difficult to shop for, that’s for sure. Why not contact this Bear Insurance agent for assistance with all of your Bear Insurance needs?

As I’ve been discussing over here in the Goin’ Down The Shore thread, I went down the shore last week on vacation. Cape May. Paradise is more like it, by gum ! How very very lovely it was. I even avoided the traffic coming back up on Saturday. Mysteriously I hit no slow spots on the Garden State Parkway.

Had a friend over for a glass of wine on Saturday night. He’d just been laid off and I was feeling rather badly about it. He’s a wildly gifted artist and graphic artist type, and I was making an offer to take my eMac to use ( He’s currently using a Macintosh computer that’s so old that it still has the Anthracite Coal Extruder socket. ).

Donald likes red wine. Donald brought over red wine. I don’t drink red wine. I’m aware that it has curative powers and is good for my heart and prostate and god only knows what else. But I don’t like it, the tannin in it gives me heartburn and it’s too farkin’ bitter. Still, I’m a good friend and when he showed up with some evil bottle of dark red swill, I pulled out two wineglasses and gallantly decanted.

I woke up 22 hours later. I was naked, and somewhere near Jacob’s Pillow in the Berkshires. Covered in ant bites and slathered with raw honey, I was understandably disoriented. I had to hitchhike back home to Southern New York without getting raw honey on anyone’s car seat. A difficult trip. But I digress.

The wine, it is powerful. The nectar of the gods perhaps and yet with a bit of a kick to it. It stinks being a cheap date because after 2 glasses I am pretty much snockered. After 3 I’m delirous. After 4 ( assuming it’s a larger bottle ) I enter a prescient state usually associated with isolation tanks.

This somewhat impaired state allowed me to be quiet and tired all day yesterday. Not so good, because at 3:00 am this morning I reported for work at Bryant Park in NYC. Apparently there is a C&W band named Brooks and Dunne. Apparently they are popular. Apparently they are not popular in New York City, since roughly 50 people showed up to a free concert. It was embarassing.By comparison, last year there was a young man named Usher - I doubt this is his real name, but then I’m a cynic and struggle with the fact that anyone would name their child Eminem and get away with it. :slight_smile: Usher drew so many thousands that the line snaked most of the way around the block from 6th Ave. around 42nd Street, up towards 5th. Thousands !

A huge lawn behind the Main New York Public Library on 5th avenue ( made famous by the film “The Day After Tomorrow, or My God They Froze North America Just Because My Copy Of “Go Ask Alice” Is Overdue” ). This lawn was nearly devoid of fans.

Not being a fan of C&W music, I cannot report as to their skills as performers. All I knew is that we were lucky we didn’t get rained on. ( always a crappy night when you have to work outside in the rain whilst 98% of the population is busy enjoying R.E.M. sleep and random nocturnal erections.)

Note to world: When you are falling asleep at the wheel, and you know it, pull over. I soooooooooo badly wanted to get into my own bed, and pushed it. Done it before, know it’s a bad idea. After being awake from 6:30 am Sunday to 10:45am Monday, I should have pulled over and dozed some. Got home, napped for 4 hours. Pray I can fall asleep early tonight, for I’ve got to be up at 5:00am.

You know when you have little chores or projects that you owe to people and you’re having trouble motivating yourself to do them? I do and I am. It’s bad. Bad !! I owe little widgets that I make to a guy in England, a guy in California and a guy in Missouri. I’m just not feeling overly craft-y right now but I know I gotta get cracking. -sigh-

Les Enfants Terribles start school the day after Labor Day. Can’t wait to have a quiet house back ! ( I know, I know. I’ll miss them. Still… :smiley: )

Cartooniverse, Current Holder Of The Chandelier Of Gondor, Glimmering Crystalline Display of Galadrial and Rock of Sages.

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Thanks for checking in Swampy, I appreciate it. I’m glad to hear all is well with you and your mom. I certainly hope your commute doesn’t turn into a 30 mile commute.

Where does one obtain GREEN peanuts? I’ve never seen them up here.

Mr. Taters wanted to call up Best Buy on the off chance that the TV we have to wait until Wednesday to pick up came in on one their delivery trucks. I told him just to wait, there’s no point in mucking things up even further. Besides, we still have to put together the TV stand.

We received my daughter’s class schedule for the upcoming year. She made it into Honors Biology. She’s kind of glad, but slightly disappointed too, because she wanted to take their Marine Sciences class instead. I told her that maybe she’ll get to take it next year. Her last class of the day is called “Advisory”. What the hell is that? Is that like Study Hall or something?

Draelin, I’m sorry you didn’t get to sell your crafts. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time. Besides, I’m sure your friends were thrilled to get the stuff.