I briefly considered making a daily....err, fairly regular...vlog about being the husband of a scrapbooker/paper crafter/online instructor. Alas, I fear it would only degenerate into whining and bitching which would solve nothing. But man...I have so many things to say about glitter and how it's the herpes of crafting. Oh, yeah...bitchy. :)
The pitchforks that come out for certain learning objectives in the Common Core curricula (in math, specifically) is so much misdirected frustration. The big picture is this: public education as a common good institution has been neglected and eroded on so many levels...
This was going to be a #SaturdayFF but seemed more like a Confession. (Plus it's now Sunday.) I'm terrible at relationships. And I don't only mean the romantic kind. I've never felt like I was able to be a good friend. I feel I'm overly self-centered as I sometimes have a "sucks to be you" instead of "how can I help" response...cont.
#saturdayff sparked by Stephen F-ing Mack's. Growing up we had a housekeeper come in a few days a week, but my mom still did a lot of ironing. The laundry room was in the basement and I liked to sit down there with her and look at books while she ironed. I sat there and asked about every word: "what does c - a- t spell?"
Earliest childhood memory: a house party in Chicago in the 70s; not sure if it was our house or someone else's, but I remember the walls were green. Loud music from the stereo, a lot of tall people, and a pretty redhead in a yellow dress who thought I was cute. #SaturdayFF
#SaturdayFF The most angry my dad has been with me was a half day in middle school when I went downtown for lunch "without permission." It was winter so I got chewed out about how I could have been frozen in a ditch somewhere.