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Nasty to the core
“Oh no! What day is it,” my 13-year-old set down his fork, suddenly panic-stricken while eating pancakes. “It’s Thursday.” He took a deep breath, cupped his face in his hands and said, “That means we have to do Carnegie Math on the computer.” It is another part of the “Common Core State Standards.” Forty five states and the District of Columbia have adopted the new curriculum. The standards are more challenging for K-12 students. What’s wrong with that? Every teacher must revamp their style of teaching to match the new standards. They are given binders with scripted lesson plans. The lessons are boring. Many teachers say they have been…
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Bingo
There is no turning back. I did something that makes it impossible to deny being middle aged. I went to Bingo. This was the real deal. A handwritten sign outside the door directed you to the basement of a church. Elderly gamers got there early to set up. Dozens of rainbow daubers lined each table. Several players had stuffed animals for luck. You thought that toy you won at the carnival was junk? I bet you feel like a fool now. These ladies weren’t playin’. They brought dinner, dessert and snacks. My sister-in-law told me that one time a woman shit herself and played through. That is dedication or a…
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I workout
My daughter fell asleep 30 minutes ago, but I am still watching cartoons on Disney Junior. Why? The remote fell on the floor and I can’t pick it up. Seriously, I CANNOT pick it up. Every muscle on my body aches. I did a workout routine today that involved squats and something called a “Burpee.” The only “Burpee” I was aware of involved a baby and spit up. I would rather walk around smelling like puke. I wasn’t taking a class at the gym. I don’t have the time or attire to workout in public. My exercise gear includes a t-shirt my husband got for free for buying a 12…
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Road Rage
I have been slacking the past few days and haven’t written much. I have an upper respiratory infection. If my husband was suffering with this runny nose, sore throat and cough I would have to deal with his insufferable whining. He would have moped around in the “feel sorry for me” robe. I bought him a robe to wear from the bathroom to the bedroom. It is meant to be a cover up so my children aren’t scarred for life. It became an article of clothing. I want to crawl into bed until tomorrow. I don’t have that luxury because I am a mother. So, in between hosting house guests…