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Radio Disney, Missed Lyrics, Shakespeare and Galileo


Good morning everyone!

Riding to and from school with Kayla the last couple of weeks has led to my reacquaintance with Radio Disney, which plays music that appeals to tweens. You know you have been listening to Radio Disney  too much  a lot when you feel a great sense of accomplishment upon deciphering the lyrics to Bella Thorne’s song “TTYLXOX”.

Bella Thorne ttylxox

TTYLXOX Title Cover, from www.disneydreaming.com

The song’s refrain is the following:

Be, be, be my bff,
Cause IDK what’s coming next,
LMHO with the rest,
so TTYLXOX.

Texting

Texting

The first challenge was recognizing that “Be, be, be” was not the acronym “BBB”.  That accomplished, the acronyms remained to be deciphered.  This was difficult, as the acronyms come from the texting world, which I am not a comfortable part of.  After too much thought on the matter, and surprisingly without the use of the Internet, I have deduced that “bff” stands for “best friends forever”, “IDK” is “I don’t know” and “LMHO” is “laughing my head off”.  FN.

Cell Phone

The Kind of Cell Phone Kayla Would Want, from http://www.letsgomobile.org

Kayla, who has never texted officially in her life due to her parents’ cruel decision not to let a 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10-year-old have a cell phone, informed me the first time we heard the song that “TTYLXOX” stands for “talk to you later, hugs and kisses.” I didn’t ask how she knew that; there are some things that a parent is better off not knowing.

There are even songs I like on the channel that she doesn’t! Our practice is to turn the radio down when a song is on that we both don’t like, but if either one of us likes a song, the radio stays on.

Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

One new song that she doesn’t like but that (I think) I do is by Gotye and called “Someone that I Used to Know.” To the American mind, the name of the singer would be read as “got ye”, which I assumed was the Shakespearean version of “got you.”  I was disappointed to find that no Shakespearean references were intended.  According to the DJ,  the name is pronounced “go-tee-a”, with the emphasis on the first syllable, and the “a” being the long “a” sound in “hay” and “May.” It’s not a particularly uplifting song, but it has an interesting accompaniment.

The singer, Gotye

The singer, Gotye

I suffered the same disappointment last year with a song  by Taio Cruz called “Dynamite.”  I thought it contained the words “Hey-o, Galileo” which, even though they didn’t really make sense, was pretty cool to me because it mentioned one of the pre-eminent scientists in history.  Alas, I learned later, to the giggles of my daughter and the laughter of my husband, that the lyrics were “Hey-0, Gotta let go.”

Galileo Galilei

Galileo Galilei

Kayla and I both had a good giggle when the DJ referred to the fact that “Justin Bieber’s boyfriend is coming up next.” No, Justin Bieber (a tween singer) does not have a boyfriend; Justin Bieber has a song named “Boyfriend.”

The Cover for Justin Bieber's Single, Boyfriend

The Cover for Justin Bieber’s Single, Boyfriend

I am getting even with her, though, for the imposition of Radio Disney on my life.  I have a number of lecture recordings through The Teaching Company that cover many different topics.  The current set I am listening to is called “The Great Concertos” by Professor Robert Greenberg. If I haven’t finished a lecture CD by the time I pick her up, she has to listen to the remaining part of the lecture.  This means she has the opportunity to listen to discussion of and excerpts from the works of such composers as Vivaldi, Bach, Beethoven and Mendelssohn, as well as information about each of their lives.  Strangely, these lecture portions don’t appeal to her as much as Radio Disney does.

Johnn Sebastian Bach

Johann Sebastian Bach

Have a great day!

Nancy

FN.  If you listen to the song, it sounds like Ms. Thorne is singing “I TK” instead of “IDK.”  No worries; I have an interpretation for that acronym also.  “I TK” would stand for “I totally know.”

Flip Flops – The Anti-Shoe


Good morning Everyone!

Flip Flops

Is it evil to put peanut butter on your 10-year old’s flip-flops if she leaves them under the couch in hopes that the dogs will come along and tear the flip-flops into shreds?

I didn’t do it, but I sure thought about it last night when I saw that Kayla had chunked her flip-flops off and slid them under the sofa rather than returning them to her room.

I hate flip-flops with a purple passion.  FN.  They really serve little purpose, except on the sand at the beach – in regular wear, they provide no protection or support for the feet, and they certain don’t aid the wearer in any appreciable manner.  They are uncomfortable to wear, prone to fall off at the most inconvenient times and do not even keep your feet clean.

I especially hate flip-flops on my daughter, because they keep her from walking fast enough to keep up with us, and when she runs in them, I have visions of her blowing them out in a spectacular fall down the driveway that winds up in a trip to the emergency room.  And the sound!  The shuffle-plop of the flip-flops as she walks beside me starts to send the same kind of shivers up my spine as fingernails on a blackboard after no more than five minutes.

She, of course, loves them.

We used to try to ban flip-flops entirely, but that strategy, due to the various interventions of sundry grandmothers who shall remain nameless (until my grandmother died a year and a half ago, Kayla had four grandmothers!), didn’t work out, so we achieved a compromise – Kayla gets one pair of flip-flops to wear for a summer.  If that pair gets destroyed somehow, then she has to do without, buy her own replacement pair, or wait until a grandmother takes pity on her once again.

So I ask again, is it evil to put peanut butter on your daughter’s flip-flops in order to entice the dogs to destroy them when the flip-flops have been left out under the sofa?

Have a good day everyone!

Nancy

FN.  If you love/live-in flip-flops year round or just during the summer months, go for it; you don’t live in my house, so don’t have to follow my rules!  🙂

Inappropriate O’Fences


Good morning Everyone!

Kayla is at an age now where one of our joys is listening to her thoughts and vocabulary expand.  Of course, she doesn’t always get every word right the first time, but the things she says can really surprise us.

This weekend, we went to the hospital to visit someone, and on the way into the hospital Mark was roughhousing with Kayla, just a little bit.  She looked up at him and said sternly, “Playing in the hospital like that is inappropriate.”  Both Mark and I had to stifle a laugh.  (Somehow, laughing out loud in the hospital waiting room also seemed inappropriate.)

Sunday night though, I laughed out loud.  While we were eating spaghetti and bread on trays in front of the TV (it was the playoffs, after all!), Mark started teasing Kayla about something.  She informed him that doing so “while I’m eating is O’Fences.”  I started to laugh, and had to calm down enough to explain that the correct word was “offensive.”  Mark thought it was funny, too.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Memory


Good morning Everyone!

I’ve been thinking lately about memory and how differently it functions for different people.  I have a good memory for numbers and odd facts I’ve run across, but if I ask you in the den whether you’d prefer cream of chicken or vegetable beef soup for lunch, I’m likely to have forgotten your answer by the time I take the ten steps to the kitchen. 

I have a sister who has an excellent memory for things that happened in our past.  Sometimes, when we’re talking and she mentions something that happened when we were children, I wonder whether we, in fact, shared the same childhood.  (Yes, Stacy, I know that we did and that your stories are true;  I just remember so much less than what you remember; you’re amazing!)

I have an excellent memory for phone numbers, of all things.   I can remember many phone numbers off the top of my head, which means I’ve never really bothered learning how to program many numbers into my cell phone.  I find it interesting though that when I am trying to remember a number I am not that familiar with, I usually get 6 out of 7 digits correct, and the 7th is pretty close to what I need, although not exact.  That 7th number that I miss will a) be within plus or minus one digit of the correct number, and b) will be somewhere in the middle of the number, not at the end. 

I can remember all kinds of odd facts from things that I have read; those facts pop up in association with other things.  Sitting here now, I can’t really come up with a random fact to share with you, but if we were having a conversation and something you said struck up some kind of association, I would have a plentiful store of facts to share related to whatever topic I have associated with our conversation at the time. 

If I am going through an exceptionally unhappy time, I will blot memories of that time largely out, even the happy memories.  I have two years of my life (grades 9 and 10 in high school in Fairfax, Virginia) that I have only the spottiest memories of.  I remember more and more about those years, though, the older I get, which is interesting to me as well. 

The hardest things to remember sometimes, unless you are just lucky enough to have the event become one of those stories that gain the status of “family-sharing memories” that are trotted out frequently because they really are very funny, are the little day-to-day events that make life a pleasure and a gift.  I am fortunate there; I don’t remember them better than anyone else does, but between early e-mails I sent when we got Kayla, a series of letters I wrote to my aunt, uncle and cousin and my grandparents for about two years, and then this blog, I have a treasure house of recorded memories I can go back and read about at my leisure. 

All humans have memories of one sort or another; it is interesting when talking to Kayla to see what she remembers and what she doesn’t from the early years of her adoption.  I find that over the years I have gradually acquired the status of institutional memory for my firm, simply due to the number of years that I worked there coupled with the positions I have held as I worked my way up.  I am one of only two people with the longevity to be able to do that.  It always amazes me when I am able to pull up facts from a case that is somewhere between 10 – 20 years old; somehow, after a little bit of thought, the memory I am searching for just pops up from the depths of my storage banks. 

How does your memory serve you?  Are you one of the very fortunate few that has a photographic memory?  Do you tend to remember physical things, such as dance or sports moves, better than thought type memories?  (My physical memory is close to non-existent, making activities such as golf a never-ending adventure!)  Are you the family historian who can remember events no one else does, or are you the number cruncher or walking encyclopedia able to pull random, or not-so-random facts out as needed?  Whichever type of memory you have, I do hope that, unlike me, you are at least able to remember what type of soup someone wants for the ten steps it takes to get from the den to the kitchen!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

My New Office


Good morning Everyone!

We’ve successfully reached the  3rd day of 2012, and life comes back to normal in our household today, with Mark and I back at work and Kayla back at school.  I know things are back to normal for the following reasons:  1) after repeated assurances that she knew where her book bag was and everything was in order in it, Kayla still had to scramble to find it and get out the door in time, 2) we had a discussion as to how a gym suit jacket is not sufficient to keep you warm in 25 degree weather and 3) after Mark and Kayla left, I heard odd chewing noises in the bedroom and called out, “Darwin, you better not be chewing anything important!” and he happily trotted around the corner out of my bedroom.  (You will be relieved to know that it was nothing more important than a plastic toothbrush holder.) 

Corner Office

I spent a couple of days last week working on setting up my new “office.”  (“Working on” translates to “shopping for.”)   This corner of our bedroom is now the headquarters for all of  my writing, both blogging and the freelance , with the potential to do some art work at it as well, especially with graphite and watercolor pencils. 

Open Desk

Leaving the chair against the wall until I’m ready to write takes up a little less room on a regular basis.  Once I am ready to write, I can just pull the chair over to the open desk, since it’s not very heavy. 

I found both the chair and the desk (I’m really, really proud of the desk!) at a flea market/antique store in Montgomery (my Montgomery friends will know immediately where it is when I tell them I went to EastBrook). 

closeup of desk

 The desk was called a “ladies writing desk” but it is what I have always thought of as a small secretary desk. The ribbon tied to the right hand drawer knob was what the price tag was tied too.  Sooner or later I will cut it off. 

It hasn’t escaped my attention that a new year, 2012, has started, but I have no words of wisdom to offer.  I have had only one New Year’s resolution for about the last five years and that is not to make any New Year’s resolutions!  It’s harder to do than you might think, but I am holding steady so far.

 Have a great day!

Nancy

A Day of Thanks


Hi Everyone!

Today is one of my family’s private days of thanks.  I think we all have some, days that the rest of the world might not notice, but we treasure in our hearts because of the special things that happened .

Kayla, right after she came to live with us

Six years ago today, Mark, Kayla and I officially became a family.  Unofficially, of course, we had been a family for just over a year when Kayla came to live with us in a foster-but-hopefully-soon-adoptive status.  I don’t know how it works for most people, but the three of us (and the two dogs we had then) bonded in a way that seemed miraculous – it took less than seven days, and really, it would have only been a day had it not taken Mark and I a few days to learn how to speak three year old. 

One of Kayla's first trips to the beach

There are so many people I am grateful to for that day.  The first is God, who miraculously moved all sorts of puzzle pieces into place to bring us together.  The second and third are Mark and Kayla, of course – Mark and I for having the courage to take a risk we had thought we would never take (fostering without having adoption be a certainty) and Kayla for showing that even 3 years olds can express choices and be determined.  I can remember one evening when her case worker came over to see us and to check on her, and she brought out every single toy that she had to show him and made sure that he knew how much she liked being with us.  Then, when he started to leave and she realized that nothing was going to change immediately, she stomped her foot and shouted at him, “My want to be [insert our family name here]! 

The fourth are the wonderful foster parents who kept Kayla for almost a year before she came to live with us.  They still remain our good friends today, and I am always grateful for what they did for Kayla in the 10 months that she was with them.   I don’t know if she could have trusted us as unreservedly as she does had she not first learned to trust adults again through them.

Kayla, this Thanksgiving in the Smoky Mountains

Then, of course, there is my family and Mark’s family, who have loved Kayla from the moment they heard about her, even before they saw her picture or met her. 

I can go on from there, and there are so many, many other people – her case worker, other people at DHR, wonderful day cares, teachers, my office, which managed to come up with a modified maternity leave schedule with less than two weeks notice, and which threw me (and Kayla) an awesome shower before she even arrived at my doorstep, friends, and just so many others, but if I did, this post would be way too long.  Just know, whoever you are, that I am still grateful seven years from when she came to us and six years to the day from when she was adopted and I do send up prayers of thanks for you regularly.

Kayla, during her first Christmas ever with us.

And to my miracle child, and my wonderful husband, I love you!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Sprouty and the Planets


Good morning Everyone!

Sprouty and the Planets is not a rock band, but rather the two topics of discussion today, both of which involve school projects Kayla has done.

Really, “the Planets” should just be “Venus” but putting Venus in the title of anything is not a good idea these days in the wild world of span.  Even searching for Venus on the internet isn’t that great.  The first time Kayla tried on her computer, she just put the word “Venus” in the search bar, and since her computer has very strict parental controls, most of the first results were blocked.  What she ended up having to use was something like “Venus planet NASA space” to get any results at all.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  We need to start with Sprouty.

Meet Sprouty!

Sprouty is basically a home-made version of a chia pet, I think, but it was done as a school project.  If you don’t know what a chia pet is, google the phrase.  Then when you come back and ask me why they were such a big deal, my answer will be that I don’t know, but then, this is the same country where the “pet rock” was invented.  What really astounded me was to find out that 500,000 chia pets are sold every year, still!
Anyway, I digress.  (You’re shocked, I know.)  Sprouty was a science project that did not involve a grade – the kids took the foot end of a panty hose, stuffed dirt into the end until the dirt formed a ball, then tied off the panty hose with a sort of a wick still trailing down, sprinkled grass seeds over the dirt ball, then decorated a cup to their heart’s content.  To finish the project, the kids then filled the cup with water, put the ball of dirt on top of the cup where the “wick” would siphon the water up to the dirt.  Then they were to bring the cup home and see what happened.  Kayla was so excited early last week when Sprouty first began to, well, sprout, and is even more excited now that he bears his luxuriant crop of hair.  Even I will admit that he’s rather cute.]
The second science project, which was for a grade,  was to either 1) build a model of the solar system, or 2) build a model of a planet and 3) pick a planet and find out some facts about it.  Kayla chose Venus because it was closest to Earth, and set out to find facts about it.  The computer search didn’t help a lot, so I reminded her of a “Cat in the Hat” book about the solar system we had bought her years ago that was in her bookcase, and pulled a book out of my book case called The Lives of the Planets.  She got her ten facts from them.  Since The Lives of the Planets is written pretty much on a layperson but graduate level, I was proud that she was able to pull any facts out of the text at all.  I do suspect that she might be one of the only fourth graders in her school to have said and written the phrase “plate tectonics.”  Whether she understands what they are is another issue.  I did my best to explain, but without a globe handy it was a little tough, and then she got distracted because my hand gestures made me look like I was an Indian attempting to talk in Indian sign language, so she was laughing too hard to pay a lot of attention.
Then we had to figure out how to do the model.  One good thing about Venus is the fact that it is so thickly covered with clouds, it is impossible to make out individual surface features, so we didn’t have to worry about including large features that you might be able to see from space like you would with the moon or Mars.  We did however have to find a suitable picture to base our model on, and after several internet searches, this is the picture she found:

The Planet Venus, from Nasa.gov

We looked at the photo for a day, then went to local Wal-mart, where Kayla found 2 of the only four round styrofoam balls left in the store and I found some very basic acrylic paints and brushes she could use (no, I was not willing to sacrifice my good acrylics and brushes to her pursuit of an education when I had a choice), and we set off home.  I made her paint the styrofoam ball white for a primer coat, then I selected several of the acrylic colors, put portions of them on a paper plate and let her do the mixing and painting from there.  Here is what she did:

Planet Venus model close up

The Planet Venus on the Study Table

I realize the planets usually do not have toothpicks on which to sit, but at the same time, round objects roll and we needed a way to get the model to sit still!

I thought it was a great model, and Kayla’s teacher must have too – she got 100!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

On the Art of Gentle Satire


Good morning Everyone!

I had a proud parent moment on Friday.  What caused that familiar heart thump with the shining glow that courses all over me whenever my daughter does something to make me proud? 

Did she make all A’s that week?  (No, that heart thump was Thursday.) 

 Did she save the world?  (Not yet, but I expect she will one day!)

Help out extra with the house?  (No, that heart thump was the last two Saturdays in a row.)

No, she used, for the first time that I can remember, the art of gentle satire to make a point .

Now, I need to backtrack.  Kayla is in a family where we a) love to laugh, b) admire the exceptionally witty response to any comment, and c) secretly believe that satire and sarcasm are spiritual gifts that Paul forgot to leave off of his list, quite unintentionally, of course.  FN. 1. 

When Kayla was four, she had been asking the same question over and over again, as children do, and about the fifth repeat Mark stopped and looked at her and said, “I know what you’re thinking, child.  Have I asked him five times, or six?  To tell you the truth, I’ve forgotten myself.  So the question is, are you feeling lucky today, kid?  Are you?  ARE YOU?”  FN.2

Mark and I were in gales, and Kayla thought her parents had lost their mind.

Ever since then, whenever a chance for gentle satire arises (one of the best kinds of humor is gentle satire that doesn’t leave a scar on your soul), Mark and I have started laughing, and Kayla just looks a little puzzled. 

But Friday, that changed. 

I went to pick her up and asked if she had received any numbers that day at school.  She told me she had received one, but it was for not being prepared.  (We don’t count those, really, even though we probably should; we are concerned with good behavior.)

I said something to the effect that the one number was okay, especially since it wasn’t a  conduct number, and the child turned to me in the front seat, folded her hands like the stereotypical picture of an angelic child, batted her eyes and said in a sickly sweet voice, “Why mother, your daughter would never do anything to earn a conduct number!  I’m a perfect angel!” 

I was so proud of her!  FN 3.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

 P.S.  If you have any comments you or your children have made that fall within the realm of gentle satire, please share them!  I would love to hear about it!

FN 1.  For people not familiar with the concept of spiritual gifts, read Galatians 5:22 in the New Testament, and then Google spiritual gifts and this reference will make a lot more sense.

FN 2.  If you don’t recognize that paraphrase, rent or download the movie “Dirty Harry” starring Clint Eastwood. 

FN 3.  She really has down amazingly well this year with conduct numbers.  I told her that, too, once I finished laughing at her first comment.   Purple Ambassadors is one of the best things that ever happened to her!

I’m on the BBC!


Good morning, Everyone!

I was astounded to learn this morning that this blog is the lead story on the BBC – The Bassa Blogging Channel! Bassa, whose blog I have mentioned before, is a Caucasian Shepherd in Tbilisi, Georgia who writes a blog about her and her tall person’s adventures, along with her friends De and the little person. Oh, and she also lives with Mr. Crazy Parrot. (I mention Mr. Crazy Parrot in hushed tones – he has a dark past.)

Bassa, Chief Correspondent for the BBC, Bassa’s Blogging Channel

Bassa started her BBC because she felt that not enough good news was being broadcast on the regular news channels, and she wanted to start changing things. Every day, one post on her blog is about a story that contains good news. Check it out if you get the chance! Here is the link: Bassa’s Blog.

Kayla decided to “help” me out this morning before I left to take her to school by putting both Mandy and Darwin in their kennels for me. (You may recall that Tyra, aka the Saint, gets to stay out!) That was very sweet. The only problem was that in a fit of generosity, she decided to put food and water in each kennel, which we don’t normally do because that kind of defeats one of the purposes in leaving those two in their kennels. (Food and water does not defeat the chewing deterrent purpose of kenneling, however). She then managed to forget her binder that is a requirement for school everyday at the house because she had been working so hard on helping me and the dogs.

I am not looking forward to cleaning the mess up but I keep reminding myself that Kayla was just trying to help. Have any other parents out there had their children try to “help” and have to bite their tongue as a result?

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

The Twelve Days Pre-Christmas


THE TWELVE DAYS PRE-CHRISTMAS

(To the tune of “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” with apologies to Mark, who hates that song!)

I.

On the first day pre-Christmas, my true love said to me:  “We need to go shopping promptly.” 
 

II.

On the second day pre-Christmas, my true love said to me, “Need to put the tree up.”
–  But we need to go shopping promptly.
 

III.

On the third day pre-Christmas, my true love said to me, “Let’s have a party!”
 (But we need to put the tree up
And we need to go shopping promptly.)
 

IV.

 On the fourth day pre-Christmas, my child said to me, “I need some presents! You’ll have a party.  Why isn’t the tree up?” and “You need to go shopping promptly!”
 

V.

On the fifth day pre-Christmas, my wondering eyes did see – A SALE AT MACY’S! 
My child  still needs presents,
The party’s Friday,
The tree still is not up
And I need to go shopping promptly!
 

VI.

On the sixth day pre-Christmas, my bad self said to me, “Eat a chocolate Santa!”
– There’s A SALE AT MACY’S!
My child still needs presents,
The party’s Friday,
The tree is still not up
And I need to go shopping promptly.
 

VII.

On the seventh day pre-Christmas, my conscience said to me, “No more chocolate Santas!”
(I don’t care, I found one!) 
There’s a SALE AT MACY’S!
My child still needs presents,
The party’s Friday,
The tree is halfway up
And I need to go shopping promptly.
 

VIII.

On the eighth day pre-Christmas, the school note said to me “20 cupcakes in two days now! ” 
No more chocolate Santas!
(How about a Reese’s?),
There’s a SALE AT MACY’S!
Child’s gifts now hidden,
The party’s soon,
The tree just got knocked down
And I need to go shopping promptly.
 

IX.

On the ninth day pre-Christmas my true love said to me, “Aren’t you a little stressed dear?”
20 cupcakes by tomorrow,
NO MORE CHOCOLATE SANTAS!
(I don’t care, I’ll have one),
There’s a SALE AT MACY’S! 
Child’s not found her gifts,
Party’s almost here,
The tree is standing up
And I need to go shopping promptly.
 

X.

On the tenth day pre-Christmas, my oven said to me, “Why haven’t you bought the turkey?”
I’m a little stressed now,
20 cupcakes by this evening,
(Shut up about the Santas! – I’m going to have two more now)
There’s a SALE AT MACY’S! 
Child’s gifts still in hiding,
The party’s now,
The tree is not yet lit
And I need to go shopping promptly.
 

XI.

On the eleventh day pre-Christmas, my true love said to me, “What about the dressing?”
Where did I put the turkey? 
I’m getting truly stressed now,
20 cupcakes from the grocers,
NO MORE CHOCOLATE SANTAS!  (I can’t hear you Conscience)
There’s a SALE AT MACY’s! 
Child’s gifts locked up tight now,
The party’s done,
The tree just blew a fuse
And I need to go shopping promptly!
 

XII.

On the day that Christmas got here, I woke up and did see –
A banquet for my family,
Turkey and Dressing,
Even giblet gravy,
Stress has gone away now,
Stockings filled with care
(But no chocolate Santas)
NO SALE AT MACY’S!
Child loves her gifts,
No more parties now,
Tree is A-OK,
And I’m going to nap until New Years!