Margarita Mama

Skill: Creative Writing

That's what it says in the top left hand corner of this Hooty Owl worksheet Sylvia did around Halloween. Then the kids should write about what Hooty Owl might have seen on Halloween night. (I will transcribe the 1st grade writing to adult English, so you don't have to decode the words)

 

 

Hooty Owl sees the trick or treaters on Halloween night Smells trees hears people saying trick or treat trick or treat give me something good to eat if you don’t I will pull down your underwear

 

I'll bet Hooty's eyes were wide open that night!

How to lose a campaign in 10 speeches

At the show Tuesday night, Sylvia leaned over and asked her father which one was Savion Glover. (The dude in front with the Medusa dread-locks, duh). His shirt was hanging open at the top. Sylvia whispered in her father's ear:

"I'll bet he has a six-pack."

I realized a few weeks after Palin joined the McCain campaign that, for my children, as dancers, the term "Joe six-pack" did not conjure up some fat-ass drinking beer and watching a football game. To them, this probably made Sarah Palin seem like an even bigger idiot than she already is. I mean, who goes trolling for hot guys in the audience while making a campaign speech?

The Verdict

After a few days of trying out the Facepage (Ha, ha, I know, I called it that in my head once); got myself a few old friends, checked out their friends, rejected one request for a friend, etc; I have to share my assessment of Facebook. For me, it does not feel like tool to keep up with friends, nor a place to make it a place where it's all about ME. There is way too much going on. I hate busy layouts with lots of stuff going on. (I absolutely hated WIRED magazine when it came out)

When I look at my Facebook page, I feel as if I were in a really crowded room, overhearing multiple conversations; and there's a rock concert going on in the next room.