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Penulis : Unknown on Friday, 17 May 2013 | 07:00

Friday, 17 May 2013

On March 21, for World Down Syndrome Day, I went to Kayla's school to read the book High Fives and a Big Heart to her class. I also wanted to talk a little bit with her classmates about Down syndrome and what it does and doesn't mean for Kayla. I showed them this picture of her chromosomes and explained about the 3 chromosomes on #21.

I didn't have a lot of time to talk with them, but overall I think it went well.

At the beginning I asked if anyone heard of Down syndrome and what they knew about it. A few hands went up and the first girl I called on answered that her mom told her it was when someone acted younger than their age.

Another girl - J - one of Kayla's friends from the bus and who lives down the street from us, said "It's just a thing."

I like that. Down syndrome is no big deal ... it's just a thing!

I mentioned things that Kayla can still do, things that she likes, and places she's been to show how she is similar to her peers. I asked questions like, "Has anyone been on an airplane? Who likes roller coasters? Who likes to go to the beach?" and each time I saw her classmates all glancing over to see if Kayla was raising her hand to the questions too. I hope it made them see her as more like them than different.

Then I started reading the book. It's written and illustrated by a 4th grade class about Jeffrey, their classmate who has Down syndrome. One part of the book mentions that if anyone is mean to Jeffrey they will stick up for him.

There is a boy in Kayla's class who was sitting in the first row and I heard him mumble, "I wish I had someone to do that for me." An aide in the room quietly said his name and he again mumbled, "What? I'm always getting picked on at recess."

After I finished the book the class had to line up to go to art. As they were doing this, J, the girl I mentioned earlier, walked by me and told me, "Some other kids think Kayla is weird, but I don't think that."

Ouch. She wasn't saying it to be mean. I like J. She has always been friendly with Kayla, they play together outside and she's been inside our house a few times to play. I've wanted to ask her more about that; to ask what kids say about Kayla, to ask what Kayla does that makes other kids think she's weird, but I haven't had the chance.

I also willed myself not to cry as I left the school that day. Of course it hurts to hear that other kids think your kid is weird. Of course I know not everyone will like Kayla (or Lucas for that matter). We're not friends with everyone in our class and it's not realistic to expect that. I know kids can be made whether you have special needs or not (and I was reminded of this fact when I thought about the boy who mumbled out while I was reading the book about wishing he had someone to stick up for him.)

But as a parent your heart still hurts for your child.

I wrote about this experience and how parenting requires thick skin on the website What to Expect. You can read more in my article How My Daughter Helped Me Grow Thick Skin.

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Spotify the Snitch

Now that I'm into this blogging thing and I've got my groove going on with it, I just really can't help but love when ridiculous things happen to me because it means I have more material. More material = more blogging. More blogging = more happy readers. More happy readers = euphoria.

Ok, maybe that was slightly dramatic but you get it.
Or maybe you don't.

Anyways, on Wednesday night I walked my happy ass over to the bar I frequent to meet one of my guy friends to play darts and have a few drinks.
Drinks were flowing, I was kicking some ass in darts (or maybe I wasn't... who knows?) and I was having a great time, as usual. No big deal.

Out of nowhere, my friend decides to blast me about a little song choice I made on Spotify earlier that day. He said to me, "Why the (insert explicative here) were you listening to Ashlee Simpson today?".
Here is where I almost broke up with Spotify.



And then I freeze.
Mostly because all of the people I typically hang out with at said bar heard and I knew it was definite means for some serious judgement.
Insert bright red, tomato-like, Whit face here.



Well, one thing that we always do when we go to bars is bust out our TouchTunes app and get some good jams going on the jukebox.
What do you think happened next?

Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson streaming through all of the speakers of the bar that I frequent at least 2-4 times a week.
Great.
The death stares, questions, and accusations start as if it was the most offensive thing ever.
Which it very well might have been, if we're being honest here.

Anyways, moral of this story is be careful what you play on Spotify.
Because Spotify is like the snitch in class who always told on you for forgetting to bring your textbook to class.


I digress.


Let's get this party started.

I just can not get enough of this song right now.
Judge me if you would like, it's just pure party in a song.

It's #backthatazzup Friday!

The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: "Back That Azz Up" on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up and have a jam sesh with all of us!


Happy Friday!
Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let's get this weekend started off on the right foot!
I wore yoga pants


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The Tank Top Confession

Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 16 May 2013 | 09:48

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Today we just have to dive right in to my story because it's one of those days where I'm about to write about something that deserves to be judged on multiple levels. 

Which is probably why I'm writing about it.
I'm over here alone in my little corner of the world, judging myself. I need some friends to just go ahead and judge with me. You know, so I'm not alone.


Remember that time I spilled the beans about the whole being engaged debacle that happened somewhere around my 23rd year of life? 

Well, around that same time there happened to be gifts given to me on different occasions, for whatever reason. You know, the kind of gifts you would only receive if you were going to get married, or something crazy like that. 

One of these gifts I got was from the infamous Sexy Little Bride collection from Victoria's Secret. It was a tank top.

This one, to be exact. 


Come to find out, this little devil of a tank top is pretty much the greatest tank top in the world. Bold statement, I know, but it really is great. You know the type. The tanks you can throw on under shirts that don't hang low enough or the kind that give you the perfect layer effect. This is that tank. 

Only problem with it is, well, it says BRIDE. Obviously I can't just rock such a shirt, we all know I'm far from that nasty B word I don't really like to discuss. 


Here's where the confession, and reason for such a pointless post, comes in. 
I still wear it all the time. Except I turn it inside out... 
Because I'm an unstable human.

I tried to break up with my bride tank but I just can't. We're not ready to go our separate ways yet. 
It's complicated, I know.

Why don't I just buy another black tank top, right?
NO, nope, not happening. None compare to this guy. 
Actually, I have about eleventy hundred black tanks, if we're being honest here. Bride wins, every time. 
How depressing.


So, the moral of this story is... if you see me strolling down the street and I appear to be rocking something that resembles a inside out tank top, think nothing of it. Because I definitely am. And that's that.

Yoga pants and inside out tank tops. 
It's real tough to be this fashionable, I'll tell you what.
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Questions to Ask Your Kids

Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 15 May 2013 | 11:43

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

I came across this list of questions to ask your kids and thought it would be fun to hear what answers my kids came up with.

Here are the questions with Lucas's answers:

1. What is something your mom always says to you? "Clean up, get dressed, get your backpack."
2. What makes your mom happy? "Flowers."
3. What makes your mom sad? "I don't know."
4. How does your mom make you laugh? "When you're silly."
5. What was your mom like as a child? "I don't really know what you mean."
6. How old is your mom? "38." (Close. 39.)
7. How tall is your mom? "We haven't measured you so I don't know."
8. What is your mom's favorite thing to do? "Clean the house."
9. What does your mom do when you're not around? "I don't know cause I'm not around!" (This was my favorite answer.). Then he continued with, "Vacuum sometimes, clean the dishes."
10. If your mom becomes famous what would it be for? "Hmmm."
11. What is your mom really good at? "Putting pajamas on."
12. What is she not very good at? "I don't know, you're always good at something."
13. What does your mom do for a job? "Write things."
14. What is your mom's favorite food? "All kinds of food what you eat. I don't know. That's a lot of I don't knows!"
15. What makes you proud of your mom? "That you're nice."
16. If your mom was a cartoon character who would she be? "A fast writer."
17. What do you and your mom do together? "Watch TV together, but I don't know if you're actually watching it." (Actually, we rarely watch TV together.)
18. How are you and your mom the same? "We're not the same. Why does it even ask that question?" (My other favorite answer.)
19. How are you and your mom different? "We don't have the same hair."
20. How do you know your mom loves you? "Because it's in both of our hearts." (love this one too.)
21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go? "Maryland."

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Because growing up should be fun!

Ok, so here's the deal, friends.
I'm typically not one to just throw a full guest post on my blog unless you're someone pretty damn awesome. Before you get your eyes all rolled in the back of your head, hear me out.

You see, I was originally excited about this blogger because she shares the same name as my mama does and, well, that just automatically means you're pretty damn awesome. Then I started reading her blog and came to find that she has some really ridiculous stories, much like myself. Before I knew it, I was hooked and if any of you don't read her blog, you've gotta go check her out.

Not now. Read her guest post first... then go check her out.

Enough of my blab blab blab, this blogger really needs no introduction, I'm just honored she wanted to post here on this yoga pants blog.

Ready, set, take it away Bon Bon...



It was when I was examining the contents of my closet and realized I own more than a dozen pairs of yoga pants that I knew I just had to find a way to get on Whitney's blog.  Homegirl and I both share that avid appreciation of yoga pants and when you have something that deep you gotta roll with it, you know?

Oh.  My name is Bonnie.  And I blog at The Life of Bon.  I am a high school English teacher by profession, and let me tell you, those kids can say some pretty stupid things.  So stupid you can't help but laugh and laugh and then wonder if America's future is totally doomed.  I figured it's my job to share them with you because that's the loving kind of gal I am!

This is me wearing a bunch of shirts and pants to work.  Very original, I know.

STUPID QUESTIONS:
Student: "Mrs. Larsen? What do we do if we can't find what page we're on?"
My reply: "Uh... find the page you're on..."

Student, immediately after having received a graded final test back: "Is this test going to go on our grade?"
My reply: "Of course not. Why would I put a final test on your grade?"

Student: "I left my homework at home and can't hand it in until tomorrow. Does that mean it's going to be late?"
My reply: "Nope. When you hand your work in a day late, I actually count it as early."

Student, six weeks after school has been in session: "What time does school let out?"
My reply: "Seven o'clock."

Student:  "Do we answer both of these questions for this essay?"
My reply:  "Read what is written.  See that first sentence?  Where it says "Answer one of the following questions"?
Student:  "So... we only answer one of them?"

Student, referring to a 50-something-year-old male teacher who has just walked out of the room: "Is that your husband?"
My reply: "You people are sick."

Student: "Do you wish you got paid more money?"
My reply: "No.  If anything teachers are overpaid

Student:  "Did we do anything in class yesterday?"
My reply:  "Nope.  We all just sat here and stared at each other."

Student:  "When you were in high school were computers invented yet?"
My reply:  "I went to high school seven years ago."
Student:  "So were they invented yet?"
My reply:  "No, not yet.  The world was a very primitive place seven years ago. I had to use a type writer for all my assignments.  Cars weren't invented either so I had to walk to school.  In the snow.  Uphill. Barefoot.  Because shoes also were not yet invented."

Student:  Are you sure that voluptuous doesn't have an 'm' in it?
My reply:  Oh, you're right!  It does!  It's silent and it comes right before the v.

Student:  What does whores mean?  Is that like a horse?
My reply:  Yep.  You nailed it.

Student:  What was Shakespeare's first name?  Was it just Shakespeare?
My reply:  Yes.  His name was Shakespeare Shakesepare.
Student:  How weird!

Student:  What's a character list?  Is that like... a list of characters?


This is me and my students. We're having a funeral for Jay Gatsby. I'm the idiot making the peace signs in the front. I can't help it. Everytime there's a camera I whip out the peace signs. It's a disease.


STUPID ANSWERS:
Me:  When did Shakespeare live?  
Student:  1940s!  
Me:  No!  That would have meant he was alive during World War II!  
Student:  He wasn't?

Me:  What did Shakespeare write?  
Student 1:  Macbeth! 
Student 2: Romeo and Juliet!
Student 3: The one with the little dude that spins the stuff into gold!  
Me:  Rumpelistiltskin?  
Student:  Yah!

STUPID STATEMENTS:
As the first line of an essay on Les Mis:  SEX!  Well, now that I got your attention you little pervert I am going to tell you about Les Mis, a very long book about a bunch of people who like to feel sorry for themselves.

Explaining his hatred of the book to me:  I hate this book so bad.  I would burn it if I didn't have to give it back to you. I'd really do it too but then you'd give me a fine and I couldn't get my yearbook.

On an essay about Ender's Game and lost childhood:  In conclusion, when you're a child you're supposed to be a kid, get durty, burp, and fart in public.
On an essay about the characters in Midsummer Night's Dream:  Now I know these people didn't have Nascar or Football or video games but seriously, do something with your lives and get over yourselves!
Explaining her pet peeves to me:  I just hate it when people ask me for gum!  Gum is getting really expensive nowadays!  (Oh, I know!  It's up to a buck 29!  Who can afford that?!? THE OUTRAGE!)

On an essay on gender roles:  Women get smarter and smarter by watching what their husbands do.

In all seriousness, I really do love these tikes and all the crazy crap that comes flying out of their mouth at a million miles an hour.  Of course if you want to hear more you can always visit Life of Bon.  I also write about going to the gyno, stealing underwear from Victoria's Secret and other totally legit stuff like that.  It's always a party. And because it's almost the end of the school year and the end of the school year means freedom and happiness and all things lovely, I am going to share that with you today.  In the form of a $50 gift certificate to Target.  Admit it- there ain't no better way to start your summer!

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