Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"Miss Sassy Pants"

Evie is now known as "Miss Sassy Pants" at her daycare/preschool. She has become the self-appointed boss of all the other children, leading them in all activities, games and into all kinds of trouble.

She is often the first child in the class to try new things, such as climbing on to the top of the table, or scaling the outside of a playhouse.

When other kids get into trouble, Evie takes it upon herself to "teach" them.

The other day, her teacher was redirecting another child in the class when he was doing something dangerous, (most likely something her learned from Evie,) apparently Evie was standing alongside the teacher, "assisting." The teacher told Evie, "I don't need your input," at which point Evie turned to the teacher and continued jabbering, only now at the adult.

I have no idea WHERE she gets it.

The "look"

When she was born, the doctors and nurses commented on her already very apparent attitude.
At 19 months, she has a well-developed sense of self, and can cut a man down with a single look.

See exhibit A:

Pictures from the winter

Sticking to my promise...a picture of Evie and I @ Zoolights


Evie didn't stay in her stroller long:


Taking a self-portrait of the whole family didn't go very well (Evie is in there, somewhere)

Even though it's a fuzzy photo, I never stop being enamored by my husband's beautiful eyes.

Because she can...

Monday, January 26, 2009

How little we value education

My friend emailed me a job posting today, just for fun. There is an opening to be a secretary at the local naval shipyard. The pay scale for a secretary starts as an GS6, the salary range is $36,469 to $47,408. The salary of the secretary is higher than a teacher.

The secretary position is a government job, the salary comes out of the same budget as the education budget. Teachers are told on a daily basis that there is no money and this is why we are paid such a pittance, and yet, there is money to pay secretaries at the shipyard more than us.

While being a secretary at the shipyard would certainly have challenges, is it a job you can leave at the end of the day. You are responsible to your boss. You answer a phone, collate, transcribe and mange an office; I know this, I used to be an office manager. To be a secretary usually does not require a college education.

And so, after seeing how much a government secretary made, I decided to look into other positions in the state. What I found was shocking.

A clerk for the social security administration (working at the front window, taking checks) starts at an GS7 rating, which starts at $40,000 and goes to $52,000.
An air conditioning worker starts at 47,642.00 and can make up to 60,064.00.
Finally, civilian "painter/paint worker" working here on the local military base starts at 41,113.00 and can make up to 54,470.00.

The Job description for the "paint worker" is as follows:

"Work is performed outdoors, often under adverse weather conditions.

Work requires frequent bending, stooping, walking, standing, working in cramped positions, and climbing.
Work requires exposure to high noise levels.
Work requires lifting and moving heavy items."
The salary of a fifth-year teacher in the state of Washington ranges from $36,000-$48,791. In order to make $48,791, that fifth year teacher would have to hold a PhD.

A "paint worker" with no education of any kind can make more money than a teacher of five years who holds a PhD.

To be a teacher, you are entrusted with the lives of 25-30 children at any given moment. The abilities of these children range dramatically from the highly gifted to the traumatically deficient. Some are well-off, with parents who care and work with them at home. Many others come to school hungry, living in the worst imaginable situations with various forms of abuse and neglect. Our classrooms are as diverse as a US city and are expected to keep them engaged, entertained, fed, clothed, protected and well behaved. Most of us provide our own extra school supplies and food and clothing items for these children out of our own personal funds.

In the meantime we are also expected to continue our own education, on our own dime.

As teachers, not only do we hold bachelor's degrees, but teaching certificates and have completed or are pursuing Master's degrees as is the expectation by the time we have finished our fifth year. Doctors, lawyers and teachers, we are the only professionals who are required to complete the stringent educations programs completed by culminating exams which determine our qualification to work. When teachers have finished with the basic education required, we have gone to school for a minimum of six years, but usually closer to seven or eight, (the same as lawyers.) Most of us have six to eight years of student loans to pay off, however, unlike doctors and lawyers, we will not have a salary to help us compensate for the education we have obtained.

Teachers are not paid overtime.

Teachers do get the summers off, but our summers usually start the first week of July and end the first week of August. Many of us spend those four-six weeks taking classes to continue our own education, or, we teach summer school or work other part-time jobs to supplement our incomes--we don't get paid for that time off, remember.

We know all of this before we join the profession, we do it anyway because we love and care for our students, and want to see them grow up to become successful, contributing members of society.

What is insulting then, is when jobs such as the job of a secretary or a painter are posted by the government, and the pay scale is not only the same, it is higher than ours. The same government that pays our salary and sets our budget, sets the budget for that secretary and that painter, and has determined that the job of a secretary at a shipyard or the painter on a naval base is more important than the job of a school teacher; a teacher who is responsible for the emotional, physical and educational well-being of our children and future.

What is insulting, is when at times such as now, we are in a budget crisis and once again the first thing to be cut is education. Good teachers are fearing for their jobs, and enrichments programs are being slashed and burned.

At the same time, jobs are being posted for clerical and labor positions within the same government, and those jobs pay higher than those of teachers; teachers who are being told they not only can't be paid a reasonable wage, their own jobs are in jeopardy.

Is it any wonder we rank so low in comparison to our global neighbors?

What will it take for teachers to be valued?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

LOST-Recap: Season 5 Opener

WOO HOO! LOST has returned!

I'm far too tired to really do a full recap, but here are the highlights:

We open with Daniel Faraday "back in time," when the Orchid station was being built. We learn that if the workers disturb the area, time travel will be possible; after watching the entire episode we are left to assume Daniel's intention is to in fact destroy the Orchid station in order to create the ability to travel through time.

After we see Daniel, we learn it has been three years since we left the island, and then immediately flash back to the moment when the island "disappears."

We discover that making the island disappear actually means disrupting the space-time continuum. Every time we see a flash of light/loud noise, our friends go on another trip through time.

Much of the episode is spent catching up with all our friends: Sayid is trying to protect Hugo, who is being pursued by bad men (presumably Widmore's goons;) Hugo is also wanted by the police for the murder of four men who were actually killed in self-defence by Sayid. We find that Sun is in cahoots with Widmore. We discover that Kate is being hunted by someone unknown and decides to go on the run to protect Aaron.

Desmond is sailing around the world with Penny, but soon changes his plans after remembering a visit from Daniel at the hatch. The visit was actually after Daniel had the fore-sight to tell Desmond (still in the hatch) to remember to go to Oxford and find future Daniel's mother. Confused yet?

Meanwhile, Jack and Ben are working to gather the troops back together. Why? Because only getting all the Oceanic six back to the island will allow those left on the island to survive.

This point is made VERY clear with the appearance of the silver-haired woman (played by the lovely Finula Flannagan.) We have seen her previously in the London jewelry shop when she gave Desmond a grave warning about his own future with Penny. Not only is she someone who can obviously see the future, she also seems to be someone who can already jump through the space-time continuum.

She seems to be telling Ben what to do, and running his operation.

So...what to expect this season? A lot of Back to the Future action, with our friends jumping back and forth from past and present, but instead of going back and forth in flashbacks as in the past, they will literally be traveling back and forth on the time continuum.

A New Day...

It is difficult to put into words what today means, to capture on paper the historical significance of the events of today.

To many, today was a day that was for so many years completely impossible. "The son of a man, who less than sixty years ago might not have been served in a local restaurant," took a sacred oath to become the President of this great nation. He realized the dream of so many generations and is now a symbol of hope for generations to come.


Some say the task is too great, the challenge too large. He is too young, too inexperienced, he is in over his head.

His critics could be right. Or, as many hope, he could prevail and lead us well.



As for me, I look to history and hope, and I will hearken the words of a great and insightful woman:

"Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try. For one thing we know beyond all doubt: Nothing has ever been achieved by the person who says, `It can't be done.'"

-Eleanor Roosevelt, "You Learn By Living," (1960)

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Monday, January 19, 2009

I would like a moment for rebuttal...

According to a new study in the National Academy of Sciences, men can fight food urges better than women.

They apparently didn't let the test subjects eat for a day, and then told them to NOT think of food.

The men allegedly did better than women on this test.

I'm not sure what kind of men they used in this so-called "study," but they should come to my house...Hubs can't go more than two hours without a snack. I can't imagine what kind of shape he'd be in after an entire day.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

A conversation with a toddler

Evie found a box with an EPT test in it this morning and decided it was a fun toy. I was grabbing a pair of socks out of my bedroom drawer when she came charging at me, EPT box in one hand, test (still in wrapper) in the other. She acted as if she had found the Holy Grail.

Not wanting her to think she had anything too cool, I said, fairly non-chalantly,

"Evie, please give that to Mommy, it's mine."

Evie: (With a look of concern) "Noooo!"

Me: "Why do you need a pregnancy test, are you pregnant?"

Evie: (clutching it to her chest like a treasure) "YEAH!"

Me: "What do you DO all day at daycare?"

Evie: Giggling

(Don't worry, I took it away.)

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Calling from the Inauguration....

One of my co-workers/teacher friends is currently en-route to Washington DC to be at the inauguration of President-elect Obama on Tuesday. Am I jealous of her? YES.

We are trying to arrange for the entire school to watch the swearing-in in their classes, but as we cannot know at one time between 9am and noon (pacific time) that will happen (security reasons) we would basically have to leave our TVs on for several hours; we cannot obviously afford to miss that much class time. As such, we are trying to arrange a way to tape it in the library Tuesday morning, and then have it play over the school system at noon.

However, my friend Anna had the brilliant idea of having our friend, who will be at the actual Inauguration, call us when the actual swearing-in is about to take place, so that we can make an "all-call" to the teachers to turn on their TVs.

We were curious if however, people would even be allowed a cell-phone at the obviously highly-secure event.

As such, I went on the website to see what would be prohibited, I discovered the following:

"As a security precaution, the following items will be prohibited from all Inaugural event sites and locations:

* firearms (either real or simulated)
* ammunition
* explosives of any kind (including fireworks)
* knives, blades, or sharp objects (of any length)
* mace and/or pepper spray
* sticks or poles
* pocket or hand tools, such as "leatherman"
* packages
* backpacks
* large bags
* duffle bags
* suitcases
* weapons of any kind
* aerosols
* supports for signs and placards
* packages
* coolers
* thermoses, thermal or glass containers
* strollers
* umbrellas
* bags exceeding size restrictions (8”x6”x4”)
* laser pointers
* animals other than helper/guide dogs
* structures
* bicycles
* signs and posters
* animals (other than service animals)
* alcoholic beverages
* other items that may pose a threat to the security of the event as determined by
and at the discretion of the security screeners..."


So basically, people will be allowed to wear pants and a shirt; no kids or animals allowed, and don't even think about bringing your purse.

Seriously, Houston....we have a PROBLEM!

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Houston, we have a problem

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Why teachers drink

In my 7th grade history classes, we are learning about the Cold War, as well as the Koren War and the Vietnam War; basically wars that had to do with Communism from 1950-1980.

Because we have to cram so much in such little time, and I teach Washington State history, I was only giving them a VERY BASIC overview of the Korean and Vietnam wars today. Their history books only gave each war a paragraph each, respectively. (As a person with a degree in political science and a minor in history, this makes my brain explode, but I do my best to plod on.)

Why are we studying these wars in Washington state history, you ask? Because most of the planes and ships used by the military during those wars were built, supplied and deployed from this state. War changed the entire industry and economy of Washington, and after the Vietnam war, the demographics of Washington changed with the influx of 55,000 Asian immigrants. The entire state was changed because of these particular wars.

And so, I had to give the kids an overview, because of course, you can't just say to students: "The Korean and Vietnam wars changed Washington in the following ways..."

Because you see, students will want to know what you are talking about.

Thus, I gave them a quick synopsis. Last week we spent two days (such a joke) talking about the Communism and the Cold War, so they had a basic idea of the American ideology of the time: "Communism= evil, must be stopped."

I explained the Truman Doctrine and how we declared as a nation that we would protect any non-Communist nation from Communist take-over= N. Korea invades South Kora, we go to war to protect S. Korea. A political coup was waged in Vietnam where the Communist forces were taking over and invading South Vietnam= we went to war in Vietnam. This is obviously the very simplistic 7th grade version.

We talked about what happened in Korea, we talked about the stalemate ending, and how soldiers remain there today on the DMZ.

We then talked about Vietnam. We briefly discussed what happened there (a political coup,) We discussed the fact that Vietnam became a huge issue in this country as some people supported it as a means to an end to Communism taking over and some people were completely against it, as we were at war in another country who had shown no hostility to us.

After all of this, students were asking questions about Communism, the wars, what it is like to live in a Communist country, etc.

When all was said and done, I asked them, "can you tell me, in the most basic or simple way, why did we fight a war in Vietnam?"

One student raised his hand, excitedly, "I know, I know!!!"

Me: "Yes....student...please tell us..."

Student: "We fought in Vietnam because the people there all went crazy and were killing themselves with bombs and stuff, so we had to go there and stop them before the blew up their own country and destroyed themselves."

Ahem.

Conflict Resolution

Tonight Evie decided to flex her "muscles" by throwing a fit when bedtime came.

I told her it was time to get ready for bed, she said, "NO!"

I scooped her up, walked up the stairs with my screaming child and took her into her room to begin the process of changing her into her jammies.

I took off her jeans and shirt, she screamed; I remained silent.

Then, I grabbed her jammies and proceeded to put them on.

She on the other hand, had other ideas and tried to fight the jammies.

I was in no mood for arguing over jammies with an 18-month old, so I continued (I am in fact bigger than she.)

And while we fought, I also enjoyed talking to her during the process:

Evie: (screaming and flailing) "noooo!!!!"

Me: "It's jammie time, you need to stop (I tell her as I place her arm in the sleeve.)

Evie: (fighting) "Nooooo!!!!"

Me: (now the legs being placed in their slots,) "We can either do this the easy way or the hard way, but it's going to get done."

Evie: (Glaring, thinking about fighting,) "No Mommy!"

Me: (As I zip the jammies shut)"Life is tough little girl, it's best you get used to it."

Evie: (Sitting there, no longer crying, calmly.) "Boddle?"

Me: "No baby, you already had your bottle tonight."

Evie: "Wrraaaa!!!!"

Me: "Oh please, you are being so dramatic and you don't even have any tears!"

Evie: (Stops crying. Blink. Blink) "Boddle?"

Me: "Nope, sorry."

Evie: "Waaaaa!"

Me: "Stop crying, you need to brush your teeth."

Evie: (Crying stops. I set her on the edge of the counter in front of me and hand her the toothbrush. She happily takes it and brushes, bouncing on the sink and humming. I then help her brush until all the toothpaste has been sufficiently rinsed or spread around.)

Me: "You know, Evie, not a minute ago you were a screaming goon, and here you are, happy as a clam. I find this highly ridiculous, my dear."

Evie: (Smiles and continues playing with the toothbrush in her mouth.)

Me: (Lifting her off the counter) "Okie, dokie, all done. Time for night, night."

Evie: (Going limp, starts crying again) "Noooooooooo!!!!!"

Me: "You are beyond unreasonable, goodnight baby, I love you."

And with a kiss, I placed my screaming child in her crib. I closed the door without ceremony and walked out of the room; she was asleep before I hit the stairs.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Falling out of favor

She was in her bed, it was 8:00pm. She was put down for the night about 15 minutes prior.

She had been quiet, but suddenly a song came wafting down the stairs...

"Daddddddy.....I wuvvv you!!!"

She continued to repeat this song, over and over, sometimes changing Daddy to Mommy, but rarely as I am far less inclined to respond than he. We smiled at each other, thinking how cute she is, touched at her sweet and yet manipulative attempt to be free from her bed.

When we didn't come to her aid, the lyrics of the song soon changed:

"Elllll--mo....I wuvvvv you!!!!"


Oh how quickly we fall.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Fun times in toddlerland

This was our first week back to school after a two-week winter break as well as our three snow days prior to the break. Everyone has had to transition back into the regular routine. As such, this week has been a little "trying," to say the least.

Evie has been exercising her "independent" streak and as she has gone back to her "school" this week for the first time in three weeks, she also been showing some new "behaviors."

For example, Wednesday night, she found a paperclip in my school bag that was on the floor by the front door. I saw her running across the room, holding the paperclip above her head, victoriously. I told her to "stop, and hand me the paper clip please."

She replied, "NOOOOOO," and then tried to run away from me.

I grabbed her little arm, and pulled her to me, to "help her" let go of the paper clip.

I removed the paper clip from her fingers, telling her it was "not for Evie." This act caused her to flop her body on the floor like a possessed fish; she screamed, she shouted, she kicked the floor.

I walked out of the room.

So she got up off the floor and followed me, walked up to me and head-butted my leg. She then looked at me, eyes piercing.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, without speaking, and placed her, ever-so-gently, on the time-out mat. She sat quietly, pouting.

One might think I would have been angry at her for her hideous behavior, but truth be told, while I was annoyed that she was being so monstrous, I actually had to keep myself from laughing as she was being so absolutely ridiculous.

It was all I could do not to look at her and say, "Really? Seriously? All this over a paper clip? Looks like someone might need some anger management courses...I understand that office supplies are exciting, but this is just ridiculous!"



This evening, Bryan and I were sorting through Evie's clothes to determine what if any items in her wardrobe still fit her. As we sorted through the clothes from her dresser (and the two tubs of old baby clothes in her closet,) several piles of clothes had formed on the floor, one for keep, one that still fit and one for donation.

Evie was bouncing around the room happily,playing with her toys and pulling clothes from the piles. I think her favorite activity was messing up the piles while we tried to determine which items went were.

There we were, sitting in her room, sorting clothing, playing with Evie, reminiscing to when she was a tiny peanut. It was a nice quiet way to spend an evening.

Suddenly Bryan screamed "Stop!!! poo!!!"

He grabbed Evie by the hands and lifted her over the piles of clothing, like a monkey. We then stood her on top of her changing table where we proceeded to wipe her down, systematically.

It was a two-man job, and required keeping her on her feet for fear of making a bigger mess than there already was.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

New ears

Evie had tubes put in her ears today.

We had to be at the hospital at 6:30, which meant leaving at 6:00am.

Bryan and I got up early, showered, ate a quick bowl of cereal and then whisked her straight from her bed to the car, still in her jammies.

Once at the hospital, we checked in and then had to wait until 8:00am for the recovery nurses to come on shift, so Evie spent a lot of time running around in the play room.


Finally, at 8:05am, they whisked her away to the operating room.

Approximately 10 minutes later, the doctor strolled out to the waiting room to tell us he was done and that she would be out shortly. Another 10 minutes, and she was being wheeled out on a little bed, very groggy and sad.



I picked her up and they did one final check of vitals before telling us we could take her home. It was 8:45 am, and we were out the door!

We came home and she went back to sleep for most of the morning; she woke up around 2pm and has been playing happily since then.

We'll keep her home tomorrow, just to keep her away from daycare germies for a day, and then we'll be back to the real world.

Enough to make you want to gouge your own eye out

As part of Bryan's severance from Chrysler, he had to give up certain things, including our life insurance.
Having watched too many Lifetime Original movies in my day, I was just sure that the day our life insurance ended, something catastrophic would occur. So I began shopping around for a very cheap, basic life insurance plan for the two of us, (mostly him) just to cover basic expenses, should something horrible ever occur.
After a couple weeks of giving information and receiving quotes, we settled on one small, but long-established company who only insures "safe, low-risk" people. Whatever.

And so began the arduous process of becoming insured. We told them all of our medical issues upfront, and they said it wouldn't be a problem, but we would be called by medical screeners for a 100-question interview in a few days.

I have since determined these so-called screeners are in fact robots, or people working for dark and evil forces, as my "10-15 minute quick questionnaire was enough to make me want to gouge my own eyes out.

After 25 minutes of asking invasive questions about my health including my pregnancies, my miscarriages, every treatment I received during my pregnancies, dosages etc., I had the following "conversation:"

Automated-sounding Screener (A-S-S-): "Ma'am, in the last 10 years, other than the things we have already discussed in this interview (migraine, anxiety, pregnancy complications,) have you ever been treated?"

Me: "What do you mean, treated? Treated for what?"

A-S-S: "Have you ever been TREATED?"

Me: "TREATED for what?!?" Anything?

A-S-S: "Yes."

Me: "Probably."

A-S-S: Ma'am, is that a yes?"

Me: "Sure."

A-S-S: "Ma'am, is that a yes?"

Me: "Yes, in the past 10 years, I have been treated for something."

A-S-S: "Ma'am, for what, and when have you been treated?"

Me: "I don't know, I've had a few sinus infections, probably a couple UTI's, maybe bronchitis. I really cannot remember."

A-S-S: "Ma'am, can you tell me when you were first treated for a UTI?"

Me: "NO."

A-S-S: "You cannot tell me when you were treated for a UTI?"

Me: "I cannot remember, I know I have most likely had one or two in the last 10 years, but I am also sure I cannot remember when, or for how long."

A-S-S: "Ma'am, can you tell me when you were treated for sinus infection?"

Me: "Every one?"

A-S-S: "Yes."

Me: "No. But I'm sure my doctor could tell you. I know I had one this summer, sometime around July-ish. Can't really be sure when. I don't know the dates for things like UTI's and sinus infections, but I'm sure my doctor has all of this information on file at her office.

A-S-S: "And what is the name of the doctor who would have this information?"

Me: "The same as all the previous questions- Dr. happy-feel good." She works as such and such office, and I don't have her phone number with me as I am not at home."

A-S-S: "And what is the address for the location for that doctor?"

Me: "As I just said, I don't have her phone number or address with me, I am not at home, you called me at school.

A-S-S: "And what is the phone number for that doctor?"

Me: (heavy sigh) I still do not have her phone number, I apologize. Again.

This conversation continued for another 5-10 minutes until he was done running down his list of questions, and then he said he was done and hung up. That was it.

Bryan is on the phone now...but his is going much quicker because he somehow got a human not a robot who doesn't ask the same questions a thousand times.

I get to have a face-to-face interview with an RN who will come and draw blood next. Good times.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

A table fit for Liliputians

We became grown-ups today; we now have a real dining table, in an actual dining room.

After eating off my uncle's old wood patio table for the last five years, we finally decided (now that more than two of us eat at a table,) that we needed to have a real table where we could eat with other people, instead of taking shifts eating with Evie in the kitchen.

And so, after shopping for the last few months, we happened upon a dining set at Costco today that included eight chairs and the table/leaf. It was a good 40% less than any table we have looked at at any other store, or discount furniture warehouse. And so, we bit the bullet.

With the help of our friends and their truck, Bryan came home this afternoon with this:


The only problem? It's really tall...as in, made for giants; my feet don't touch the floor. We knew this when we bought it, we thought it would be kind of fun. I guess it is, and it it very nice and beautiful, except when you try to pull your chair up to the table and you can't because you can't reach.

It's not uncomfortable to sit at, as there are rungs on which to rest your feet, but if you feel the need to channel your inner liliputian, you can swing your legs to and fro and the table stands at counter height and thus, the chairs are the height of bar-stools.

I suppose it will take some getting used to.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Made for each other

We are on our way home, picking up Panda Express for dinner. There are several new businesses going in near our house and we are pointing them out to one another as we drive through the parking lot.

Me: "Hmm....'Closet Tailors,' custom closet, office & garage design and organization....very interesting"

Bryan: "I was more excited about the Day Spa!"

Me: "You are such a girl...."

Bryan: "What? I thought you liked the spa treatments you had the few times you went?"

Me: "And how many times have you been to a spa?"

Bryan: "No comment."

Me: "I rest my case..."

Me: "Oh, don't forget to stop @ the video game store and rent the 007 game for the Wii."


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Evie in her Christmas dress!

I was playing with Bryan's phone today at lunch and discovered this...


He had apparently taken this picture when visiting our friend's parent's home on Christmas Eve, while I was still at church singing in the second service.

I didn't know this picture existed until today.

Silly Bryan.