Today I went to see Shrek the Third because I am a big huge dork and because I had a chance to go with a friend. A side note on the movie was that it was cute, but should have been released straight to DVD and I think they have beaten just about all of the money out of this trick pony. Anyway, before sitting through 30 minutes of previews and then the movie while drinking the world's most expensive frozen Coke I decided to visit the bathroom. I overheard the following conversation between a mother and child and had to work very hard not to laugh until after they left.
Mother: Untwist your panties.
Child: Huh?
Mother: Your panties are all twisted. Untwist them please.
::Pause::
Mother: Annie! Get Off the floor NOW! That is nasty! And your panties are still twisted!
Child: And That's What It's All About! (Claps hands)
The discussion of twisted panties and not laying on the bathroom floor continued for another minute or so as I choked down laughter. Apparently at the age of four or so this child had decided that twisted panties, dirty floors, and being nasty - that's what it's all about. Sad thing is that by high school or college, she may not be far off.
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Detours often have the most unexpected beauty.
Why take the normal route when you can take a detour?
I Think I Thunk a Thought
Current Quote:
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." A. Nin
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." A. Nin
Sharp Left Turn
Distractions (Current books and music that catch my attention)
- Fragile Innocence
- Go Away Big Green Monster (Children's Book)
- Hands are Not For Hitting (Children's Book)
- It's Pumpkin Time (Children's Book)
- Skeleton Hiccups (children's Book)
- Sugarland (music)
- The Princess Bride
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Damaged Goods
A Little Nuts
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About Me
- Summer
- Twenty six years ago some of the most "intelligent" doctors available came to the conclusion that I had sustained profound brain damage due to near-miss SIDS and that it would be terminal before I was a year old. Statistics and odds mean nothing to me. I graduated at the top of my class both in high school and from one of the most obnoxiously uppity universities. I have the best job ever as a preschool special education teacher. My path here has been anything but direct, and I am infamous for finding detours. My medical history comes in volumes and while I continue to ignore statistics and odds, I am proud of the fact that I am damaged goods. Perfection is highly overrated.
Growing Wild by the River
Detours often have the most unexpected beauty.
Note
As a teacher, I take the privacy of my students very seriously. When I write about an event that involves a student, I never use their real names or any name that is close to their real name. I also frequently change identifying characteristics including ethnicity, gender, and physical characteristics to further enhance privacy. It is also rare that I refer to the same child by the same fictitious name twice, both for privacy reasons and because I am not that organized. At no time does the phrasing "damaged goods" refer to the children that I teach; it is a term that I use only for myself.
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