Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Entering Middle School= Checking Brain at Door

Middle School
What a cesspool  of human emotion.

I guess when a child; one who up to this point has been relatively grounded, incredibly smart, had good social skills and confidence, when this child enters Middle School it must be required to check your brain at the door.  Honestly, there must be a (overpaid) person from Admin standing at the door with a big bag....or is it a vacuum? Vacuum makes way more sense......  anyway, they are standing at the door waiting to suck every ounce of common sense and critical thinking skills out of these children.

Last night my son (6th grade wonder that he is) found himself in the middle of a girl and his friend, this girl likes my son's friend. Now it is not the first time this has happened in the 3 short weeks school has been going on. (I guess girls still do the "Ask John if he thinks I am cute" routine) Thanks to modern technology this has become a lot easier - ahhh the joys of texting, a girl doesn't even have to use her vocal cords anymore to express how she "feels" about a boy. I wasn't taking it too seriously but did instruct my son to NOT become that friend in the middle - do NOT become the middle man- because it is always the messenger who gets shot. 

As we are working through these things last night I start to realize that he is really being effected by these things. He is already starting to get sucked into the cesspool of idiocy.  It is hard to be the wing man even if you are 12 I guess.  A ways into the discussion he became emotional and started talking about how hard Middle School is (OHHHH how I know son- one of the worse times of my life!)

::I asked him what the purpose of "dating" someone in 6th grade was.
::What does one do when they have a girlfriend in 6th grade? (it's not like you can go pick her up and take her to the movie)
::How long did he think any of these "relationships" would last? 
::Other than to be like everyone else why did he think he needed a girlfriend? 
::I then went onto explain that unless there was a girl that really "tripped his trigger" one that he couldn't stop thinking about, one that he found incredibly good looking, funny, smart, interesting and so forth then he should not be so worried because he was only signing himself up for trouble. 
::I told him to watch how a few of these "dating" things turned out- to time them and see how long they lasted, to listen to the "drama" that comes of them, to witness with open eyes how very little it means to have a g'friend this long (I mean what do you say? "Can I pick you up at your locker and walk you to Science" ) 

Sigh..... I don't know

What I do know though is you have to deal with the crap that comes from a relationship for the rest of your life why start so damn young??????




Ok Ok so there is one example.

Then this morning he turns on his phone (that he received for his birthday to communicate with us after school, and I have to say it has come in handy before school too) as he turned it on it vibrated in his pocket.  He stopped in the middle of the kitchen and spaced out for a second and said "ohhhhhhh"  he then proceeded to hit the vibrate setting and vibrate it up his torso to his face and I stopped him somewhere around his ear as he continued to (in a girly voice) say "ohhhh, ahhhhh, mmmm, vibrating"  *shaking head* what the heck ?

Other recent examples:

Today he walked out the door with a pair of shorts, short socks, a t shirt, and an unzipped sweatshirt.  It was 40 degrees this morning.


He forgot his backpack- when he came back he didn't put his homework in it.


This child that has worried about his clothes his whole life now hasn't brought home his gym clothes since the start of school 3 weeks ago.


He forgets his homework assignments (when normally he would panic over forgetting something when he hadn't) 


I don't think he has opened a book for pleasure since the middle of summer 
(no biggy for most kids but this boy would whip through HUGE chapter books- 1 a week - since 3rd grade)


He doesn't seem to understand the simplest of concepts he used to understand many grades ago

He literally is going brain dead I swear!!!! 
Now, I read a study awhile back that spoke of this.  It said how (especially) boys are effected by hormones and brain development. It is to the point where the frontal lobe of their brain is underdeveloped enough that they display the same kind of behaviors one does when they are drunk (poor judgement abilities, risk taking, slower thought process, fuzzy thinking, etc) Maybe that is his problem.  Maybe he is in a way brain dead- or at least suffering from an under developed, hormonally impaired brain........

Monday, September 26, 2011

I am back - wow! that was fast

back from Vegas
what a crazy fast trip.

I am getting old!  My hips are sore from dancing
yes- sore hips *shaking head...

Fun was had and I think my friend enjoyed her birthday weekend!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

What happens in Vegas.....(is better therapy than 20 hrs on the couch)

Mama needs a break
I'm outta here
A quick trip to Vegas
2 nights and very little sleep
Dancing, laughing, some poolside
Where being me is permitted.

Pictures from Vegas always strike me because of my smile
It is a real, genuine smile.
It is not the forced, tight lipped, tense jaw smiles of most of my pics.
I am off to Vegas to smile

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Life: It goes on

I am incredibly organized, task related, multi-tasking, efficient, and capable. 
(yesterday the world worked against me on these things, 
but today I woke with another chance to get things done) 
I am resilient, stubborn, and determined- today, you are mine!
 
 

Monday, September 19, 2011

Oh just stop it- calm down and try to stay real!

(people are getting on my nerves lately)

I understand teaching morals and values and having a sense of who you are and passing that on to your children.....but I am wondering if some people are getting a bit too carried away.

(insert cute cartoon of guy w/ ripped pants- blogger is getting on my nerves too it appears!)

Case in point (I have several, but will stick with this one) I had to run a new pair of jeans into my teacher husband this morning because the back side of the pair he had on ripped (about two inches.   from the side of the pocket and down) nothing showed- he tucked his shirt in further to cover anything and called me. I was there by the end of class.  He was changed and fine before the next class period.

He is certain he will get a phone call from the principle on the issue.

Why?
Because some student will go home and blow this up to their parents.  Instead of the parent saying- wow! that must have been embarrassing for Mr. S. they will call the school and file a complaint. 
Seriously.

I mean come on people!  Haven't we got a bit crazy?  His brand new pants tear after he leaves for his school day.  It is an honest mishap, and that is all (one that was resolved quickly)  He was not trying to cause undo harm to any students.  Calm down and let's stay real here!

As I said- I am wondering if some people are getting a bit too carried away.
What do you think??? 

Comment Anon if you want, but I'd like to hear your opinion

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Dreams (mine are odd)

My husband woke me up right in the middle of kissing John Travolta this morning. John was laying next to Michelle M. a girl I graduated with and had just seen at the class reunion.  John Travolta looked like his Pulp Fiction days (of course!). 

Prior to that I had been walking down the hall and met Gina who up to a few years ago was Greg (I think all of her surgeries are complete now) Gina was walking down the hall with her former male self Greg- we were in a school and headed different ways. 

Before I saw either of them I had accidentally walked into a boys bathroom where I told one of the boys to make it in the urinal before leaving to find the girl's bathroom I had been in search of in the first place. On my way out the door the boys got into a peeing fight in which I got spray- ack!



Heading down the hall after running into Gina/Greg the transgender person, I walked into a classroom that a concert was going on. I will spare you the (odd) details- I will just say it ended with the lady I was with getting thrown up on by the lead singer, and us having to leave so she could change her clothes. 

Which brings me back to where I was kissing John Travolta...... he must have been in the house we went to get new clothes at.

yeah..... dreams.....mine are odd.



p.s. I have not posted very many of my own photos because my laptop is in repair and I just do not want to add any more photos to the desktop (which is already an issue.....(1) that there are so many on desktop (2) I don't take the time to transfer them to the external hard drive) as soon as I get the laptop back I will be hopefully getting more of my own photos out there