Here we are just a few days before Thanksgiving. The boys have the entire week off from school, and I am struggling to maintain my sanity. Right now, if I hear them correctly, they are shooting pirate toilets across the living room. A good parent would investigate what, exactly, this activity entails. But clearly I’m not a good parent. I don’t want to know.
Once the Veterans’ Day hoopla died down at their school, the boys and their classmates moved into a unit about Thanksgiving. My volunteer work on Thursday involved helping twenty wiggly, snotty kids follow very explicit directions in a Mayflower craft project. Once again, I proved to the world that I am not astute enough to do kindergarten crafts, because I inadvertently encouraged the kids to put their glue on the front of the ship instead of the inside. I was quickly reassigned to manage a painting project in which each child was asked to add their handprint to the back-end of a turkey. I think their prints were supposed to look like feathers, but the whole thing got so smeared and drippy that it didn’t look like much of anything at all. When the teacher came by to check on things, she frowned. “It kind of resembles a peacock, doesn’t it?” I asked. She didn’t reply.
One of the last projects they did before the holiday hiatus was to write about what they were thankful for this year. Green believes that it’s important to follow directions. He understood the intent of this assignment and searched his brain for an appropriate answer. His choice? “I am thankful for having a nice mommy and daddy.” Good boy! Blue, on the other hand, decided that this assignment was a cliché. Or maybe he’s just more honest, because he produced a surprising answer to the teacher’s question. What is little boy Blue thankful for? Do you think it’s his ramshackle but warm house? His opportunity to live on the dumpy fringes of a really nice neighborhood? The abundance of organic macaroni and cheese in his kitchen? No. Blue is thankful for...
Bugs.
Yes, Bugs. I don’t know why. When I asked him about it, he said, “The idea just came to me.” OK. Bugs it is.
In the spirit of irreverent thankfulness, I’ve come up with my own list. So here are the things Jennifer is thankful for in 2007:
1) Netflix. Obviously this service is good because of its efficiency, delivering your movie selections right to your door. But for me, it’s something more. It sort of makes me feel like we have a social life, a built-in plan for the evening, even if we never really go anywhere. Netflix allows for structured TV watching. Otherwise, I fear that our nights would involve aimlessly flipping between “The Biggest Loser” and “Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making the Team.” So thank you, Netflix, for adding a little quality to the time we spend staring vacantly at the box.
2) Portable DVD Players. Really, how did our parents survive without them? Have you traveled lately? Did your 3 hour plane flight with the family suddenly turn into a 7 hour odyssey? You needed one of these. The rest of the passengers needed you to have one of these. I think that all the research that says that kids’ screen time is detrimental to their health does not take into consideration the social good that results from having kids watch cartoons on an airplane.
3) Snapea Crisps. Have any of you tried this product? It’s genius. Whoever thought of the idea of taking a potato chip and dying it green and shaping it like a vegetable deserves an award. If you’re inclined toward the occasional midnight binge, this is the snack for you. If it looks like a vegetable, and you bought it at the health food grocery, it must be a vegetable. Right?
4) Senorita Margarita Hot Salt Scrub. OK, so imagine this. You’ve just faced a moral dilemma with your class of undergraduates. Upon reading their last stack of papers, you discover that they have no knowledge of the basic rules of grammar. They don’t know that “they’re” and “their” and “there” are three different words. And if you really look closely, you see that they don’t understand that splitting their ideas into different paragraphs is helpful to the reader. Complicating the issue is that this particular group of students plans to be TEACHERS. So, do you break away from your plan to investigate the ins and outs of school funding to teach grammar? Do you risk getting bad course evaluations (and therefore not getting hired again) by telling them that something they did was less than fabulous? It’s the end of this headache-provoking day, and you step into the shower. Suddenly you’re transported to the warmest, sauciest cantina in all of Mexico. The smell of this bath scrub is so good and so real, you could drink yourself.
5) Living with Tech Support. I have a lot of problems with computers. Really, the fact that I got this site up and running ALL BY MYSELF was the most amazing thing I did all year. But usually I’m not that independent, and I need to ask for help. I feel so lucky that I live with a person that has such talent with computers that he can solve just about any issue that confronts me. Plus, he’s always so cheerful when I interrupt his very important meetings to ask him how to fix the margins on a paper I’m writing.
5) You. Yes, I am so thankful for you, my loyal readers. I would love it, however, if you would let me know that you’re out there. Leave a comment. Send me a sign. What do you want to hear more about? My cauliflower butt? My hideous garage? My adventures at the gym? Let me know. Your wish is my command.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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13 comments:
Wow, go Green. That's amazing. My kid said, "Turkeys and corn." I think he's convinced it has to be a theme-related answer.
I'm thankful for this blog (awww) and that my margarita scrub made your favorites list. Now I know what to get you again this year.
About the undergraduates, I feel your pain. What can you do but have faith that one of these days they'll get it? There our future, after all.
Adventures at the gym... don't go there. :)
I love the blog. I even checked several times the past couple days for the next entry. I wanted to comment several times including last week being that I am a veteran myself but I couldn't think of anything especially insightful so I didn't comment.
I'll have to report back about what our son is thankful for. Hopefully it won't be 'for not being dead' or something like that. When I picked him up from his aftercare program the other day he was drawing a picture of a human body with internal organs and the words our body, dead, alive, and poison. I am not sure where he got his obsession with death, blood, guts, etc.
Oh, I am thankful for getting my wife back from the depths of the educational institution called Law school.
ECM, I wonder if they have a chips and salsa body scrub?
Hey Brian,
Thanks for commenting!
I know that a certain person is very curious to check out your secret admirer. I have been searching but haven't had a second sighting.
I'm thankful for a blogger who appreciates tech support. And kids of various colors.
I could get pretty mushy over the things I'm thankful for. But instead, I'll just say that given that I'm currently in Sweden and it's late November, I'm thankful for hot water, down comforters, and heated floors.
And Jennifer's blog! I eagerly read each installation as soon as it comes out - and I have enjoyed every single one of them.
oh, and I have to say that Blue's thankfulness for bugs is the smartest of all. As a biologist, I have to point out that without bugs our world would be uninhabitable. So let's here it for bugs!
What I missed "Dallas Cheerleaders: Making the Team"? Did you tape it? Our son is thankful that our really, really expensive couch from Italy can be turned into a pirate ship within seconds or a trampoline and that the finely textured Italian wool fabric can withstand Cherrios being ground into the weave.
be careful, we've found that attempts to flip between the biggest loser and dallas cowboys cheerleaders has been known to cause severe ice cream cravings.
Happy thanksgiving!
I are here!
I am thankful for drive-thru, especially when n > m, where n is number of chirren and m is number of parental units. This is one of many ways in which Past Me would scoff at Current Me.
I am thankful that for this semester and this semester only my course evaluations disappear up some chute with no consequences. I have been trying to drop in at least one P-Funk lyric per lecture and thus far nobody has caught me. Our future physicians are very young. And all the boys play Halo.
I am thankful for all those boring years that preceded this eventful one, having learned that boredom is possibly the highest state of existence. I now get the implied virtues of that whole Nirvana thing (the bodhisattva kind).
Ah Jennifer,
I am here as well. I have been abstaining from blogs for a bit as I tried writing a bunch of stuff while not being a complete waste of a teacher.
And speaking of teaching, what is it with the absence of the paragraph break in the youth of today. I brought in a friend of mine dressed as giant "Return" key and made each student personally make his acquaintance and then push him in the center.
But I read. And after I finish this draft sometime in December, I will comment more.
Scott
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