IDK that kind of looks like SUCCESS to me!!!!
These pictures are all real. When I got to Tucson and saw my first Mexican moving truck I was astonished. I barely even blink anymore. LOL.
Anna
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IDK that kind of looks like SUCCESS to me!!!!
These pictures are all real. When I got to Tucson and saw my first Mexican moving truck I was astonished. I barely even blink anymore. LOL.
Anna
success on a higher level!!!
IDK that kind of looks like SUCCESS to me!!!!
These pictures are all real. When I got to Tucson and saw my first Mexican moving truck I was astonished. I barely even blink anymore. LOL.
Anna
I like that song (actually and video) infinitely better than the first one.
It also reminds me of like, the time my little brother (who was always in trouble in school kinda like my kid) was setting GI Joes on fire with his pal. They were just having a GREAT time with it (and honestly, realistically that is the RIGHT way to play with GI Joes.)
Only they did eventually get caught and we all went to the nutso crunchy granola school (it really was, it's like a chain of schools called Waldorf) and the teachers did not know what to do because they approved of "setting plastic on fire" (Waldorf believes children should be exposed to all natural materials, like wood, and they believed the kids' were setting them on fire as they were plastic, not for fun which demonstrates a fundamental lack of understand of children but that is about right for most teachers) and wanted "In some way to thoroughly approve or even "Give them a medal" in the inimitable words of one teacher, but you know it was also ARSON. Like, I mean it WAS.
I think they did some puny community service or something like cleaning up trash but months later I think my brother was playing hide and seek in the parking lot and we had this German teacher who was very strict and saw the kid crouching down under the vehicle and he ALSO crouched down and like said in a heavy German accent "Hand over the GI Joes."
The fact that things like this can and do occur makes me so happy. :I believe he was searched for GI Joes in the school office and they came up empty.
"Hand over the GI Joes" is code in our family for "I know you are doing SOMETHING wrong, but I am completely mistaken about what."
Anna
It also reminds me of like, the time my little brother (who was always in trouble in school kinda like my kid) was setting GI Joes on fire with his pal. They were just having a GREAT time with it (and honestly, realistically that is the RIGHT way to play with GI Joes.)
Only they did eventually get caught and we all went to the nutso crunchy granola school (it really was, it's like a chain of schools called Waldorf) and the teachers did not know what to do because they approved of "setting plastic on fire" (Waldorf believes children should be exposed to all natural materials, like wood, and they believed the kids' were setting them on fire as they were plastic, not for fun which demonstrates a fundamental lack of understand of children but that is about right for most teachers) and wanted "In some way to thoroughly approve or even "Give them a medal" in the inimitable words of one teacher, but you know it was also ARSON. Like, I mean it WAS.
I think they did some puny community service or something like cleaning up trash but months later I think my brother was playing hide and seek in the parking lot and we had this German teacher who was very strict and saw the kid crouching down under the vehicle and he ALSO crouched down and like said in a heavy German accent "Hand over the GI Joes."
The fact that things like this can and do occur makes me so happy. :I believe he was searched for GI Joes in the school office and they came up empty.
"Hand over the GI Joes" is code in our family for "I know you are doing SOMETHING wrong, but I am completely mistaken about what."
Anna
Fine, you can have THIS one:
Look, I'm not saying all GI Joes should be set on fire, maybe I mean REALISTIC is what I mean.
My brother kinda had some "intense emotions." In first grade he had the sweetest teacher who was like, teacher year 1.
One time, my little brother was having a meltdown and the teacher told him to take some time to draw a picture to "express his feelings." So my brother drew this large knife, dripping blood, with the words "Drop dead Mr. Lake" underneath it.
Can you imagine? I mean today, that would get you expelled from all public schools everywhere forever. This guy KEPT it along with all the pictures that little girls drew of like, pretty flowers.
Of course, he did send my brother to "Curative Eurythmy." Even *I* never had to do that.
Trust me, curative eurythmy... Well, I should start with Eurythmy. Rudolf Steiner, school founder's most bizarre idea (besides homeopathy and a ton of other stuff) was that children needed to express themselves via movement I mean there was even a special "movement" alphabet you can learn which is like really annoying sign language only fifty times slower, and there are "scarves" and the women (it is ALWAYS women) who are drawn to eurythmy teaching are like SUPER annoying and they talk in really lllloooooooonnnnngggg BUT ppppreciiisssse SENNNNNTENCES and over enunciate anything as they waggle their like scarf around and even in first grade you hated it and were like "I wish I had a knife."
By 12th grade I had enough. I told my Eurythmy teacher I was NOT DOING EURYTHMY ever again, and she could make me on pain of death. Well, that's a problem because you HAVE to do a eurythmy "performance night once a semester" (yeah, all grades all the parents hate it too but they pretend not to.) Because I said I would do MY interpretive dance by NOT eurythmy but I guess there was like no room for CREATIVITY at least the kind *I* displayed in eurythmy because it was too, well, jarring. So she was gonna fail me, and my mom was like, "Anna I will kill you dead and then went in and told the teacher all about how I was depressed and tense about graduating. The eurythmy teacher was like, thoughtfully, "Yes, that would express itself in Eurythmy" and changed my grade to a B plus. I called my mom a "Grades wh
e" and she was like, "You want to go to Swarthmore," and I was like, "Yes, but not even their DANCE program and even if I did they would be like, "You achieved an F in Eurythmy well done." Anyway I was not allowed to do my interpretive dance during the performance and I was too scared of my mom not to do it anyway. But it would be as famous as the Napoleon Dynamite dancing scene, only awesomer. If that is possible.
So, "Curative Eurythmy" is like extra 1:1 Eurythmy with the teacher during nice things like "recess" and "lunch" and it "helps you work out your problems."
LOL
I don't want to go back to hell!
Anna
Look, I'm not saying all GI Joes should be set on fire, maybe I mean REALISTIC is what I mean.
My brother kinda had some "intense emotions." In first grade he had the sweetest teacher who was like, teacher year 1.
One time, my little brother was having a meltdown and the teacher told him to take some time to draw a picture to "express his feelings." So my brother drew this large knife, dripping blood, with the words "Drop dead Mr. Lake" underneath it.
Can you imagine? I mean today, that would get you expelled from all public schools everywhere forever. This guy KEPT it along with all the pictures that little girls drew of like, pretty flowers.
Of course, he did send my brother to "Curative Eurythmy." Even *I* never had to do that.
Trust me, curative eurythmy... Well, I should start with Eurythmy. Rudolf Steiner, school founder's most bizarre idea (besides homeopathy and a ton of other stuff) was that children needed to express themselves via movement I mean there was even a special "movement" alphabet you can learn which is like really annoying sign language only fifty times slower, and there are "scarves" and the women (it is ALWAYS women) who are drawn to eurythmy teaching are like SUPER annoying and they talk in really lllloooooooonnnnngggg BUT ppppreciiisssse SENNNNNTENCES and over enunciate anything as they waggle their like scarf around and even in first grade you hated it and were like "I wish I had a knife."
By 12th grade I had enough. I told my Eurythmy teacher I was NOT DOING EURYTHMY ever again, and she could make me on pain of death. Well, that's a problem because you HAVE to do a eurythmy "performance night once a semester" (yeah, all grades all the parents hate it too but they pretend not to.) Because I said I would do MY interpretive dance by NOT eurythmy but I guess there was like no room for CREATIVITY at least the kind *I* displayed in eurythmy because it was too, well, jarring. So she was gonna fail me, and my mom was like, "Anna I will kill you dead and then went in and told the teacher all about how I was depressed and tense about graduating. The eurythmy teacher was like, thoughtfully, "Yes, that would express itself in Eurythmy" and changed my grade to a B plus. I called my mom a "Grades wh
e" and she was like, "You want to go to Swarthmore," and I was like, "Yes, but not even their DANCE program and even if I did they would be like, "You achieved an F in Eurythmy well done." Anyway I was not allowed to do my interpretive dance during the performance and I was too scared of my mom not to do it anyway. But it would be as famous as the Napoleon Dynamite dancing scene, only awesomer. If that is possible.So, "Curative Eurythmy" is like extra 1:1 Eurythmy with the teacher during nice things like "recess" and "lunch" and it "helps you work out your problems."
LOL
I don't want to go back to hell!
Anna
No you TOTALLY had to wear a bra in Eurythmy although the hat is a nice touch.
You NEVER EVER EVER EVER had like "words' in the songs, it would be chimes and crud or like the Eurythmy teacher slowly over enunciating an Emily Dickinson poem.
She is missing about 12 scarves. Dang it. You are making me FIND ONE.
OMG how embarrassing they are STILL ALIVE I THINK.
Anna
You NEVER EVER EVER EVER had like "words' in the songs, it would be chimes and crud or like the Eurythmy teacher slowly over enunciating an Emily Dickinson poem.
She is missing about 12 scarves. Dang it. You are making me FIND ONE.
OMG how embarrassing they are STILL ALIVE I THINK.
Anna
Ya, no thanks, I’d rather watch grass grow or even televised golf.
I prefer my rendition moe betta.
You can mute the sound and the video still gets the message across quite well.
Hat? What hat.
I prefer my rendition moe betta.
You can mute the sound and the video still gets the message across quite well.
Hat? What hat.
Ooh... you didn't see her hat? I'm sorry, you haven't been HONED in Eurythmy as I have. It's there but it's also only visible in certain light spectrums. It is very, very.... ephemeral.
Did you get to the German poem yet?
Anna
Did you get to the German poem yet?
Anna
German tatersalad ain’t bad with spicy venison smoked sausage.
I don’t know what I’d do with a German poem if I found one.
I don’t know what I’d do with a German poem if I found one.
When *I* find German poems lying around (translated or not) I tend to rip them to shreds, and then set them on fire. I had this whole year one time where the little brother was really depressed and funneling his depression into some sort of psychotic "Faust" opera where he wrote music to the plot and did a cartoon version of it BY HAND.
The most awkward part for me was like, when *I* had to read Faust, I read the first the pages and went, "No thanks, Rilke," and immediately headed out for the cliff notes and wrote my final paper on day 2 and just kind of daydreamed during class (I got an A.)
My brother "deeply connected" with Faust, and I had like been pretending to remember the plot and offering like non-committal comments on his work of art as compared to the original. I finally gave up. I was like, "I never read it okay? I HATE Rilke." He was like more confused than anything and I pointed out how people like different things and I liked his artwork a lot even if it was going to take him 200 years to complete. I did state that by then he would have a very familiar knowledge of the underworld himself, so it was going to be very authentic. Thank God he left Tucson and is now happily living in upstate NY teaching music and living off the grid.
Huh. I did that. I found him the therapist who guided him in that direction. Because if you DO want authentic Faust, Tucson WILL steal your soul. Knowing that is worth reading Faust a million times.
Germanic poetry and operas, as if Life Were Not Depressing Enough. LOL. (No offense.)
We did so much today we have almost gone through everything and are at the Moving Point of Despair. I don't ever want to move again.
Anna
The most awkward part for me was like, when *I* had to read Faust, I read the first the pages and went, "No thanks, Rilke," and immediately headed out for the cliff notes and wrote my final paper on day 2 and just kind of daydreamed during class (I got an A.)
My brother "deeply connected" with Faust, and I had like been pretending to remember the plot and offering like non-committal comments on his work of art as compared to the original. I finally gave up. I was like, "I never read it okay? I HATE Rilke." He was like more confused than anything and I pointed out how people like different things and I liked his artwork a lot even if it was going to take him 200 years to complete. I did state that by then he would have a very familiar knowledge of the underworld himself, so it was going to be very authentic. Thank God he left Tucson and is now happily living in upstate NY teaching music and living off the grid.
Huh. I did that. I found him the therapist who guided him in that direction. Because if you DO want authentic Faust, Tucson WILL steal your soul. Knowing that is worth reading Faust a million times.
Germanic poetry and operas, as if Life Were Not Depressing Enough. LOL. (No offense.)
We did so much today we have almost gone through everything and are at the Moving Point of Despair. I don't ever want to move again.
Anna
Wasn’t Faust a plumber?
I’m sure of it.
Unless you’re moving to an area you already know very well and into a house you bought, you will move again, and likely again.
Some folks is just born nomads.
If you think Tucson will steal your sole, lemmy tellya. There are thousands of places that make Tucson look like the land of milk & honey, the promised land, a city of gold the streets paved with good fortune & opportunity.
Just be thankful you didn’t take the job in WVa.
I’m sure of it.
Unless you’re moving to an area you already know very well and into a house you bought, you will move again, and likely again.
Some folks is just born nomads.
If you think Tucson will steal your sole, lemmy tellya. There are thousands of places that make Tucson look like the land of milk & honey, the promised land, a city of gold the streets paved with good fortune & opportunity.
Just be thankful you didn’t take the job in WVa.
[QUOTE="Topwater Elvis, post: 22775097, member: 113431".
Just be thankful you didn’t take the job in WVa.[/QUOTE]
She didn't!? I must have dozed off for a few minutes.
Just be thankful you didn’t take the job in WVa.[/QUOTE]
She didn't!? I must have dozed off for a few minutes.
@Topwater Elvis I either hate your for not PAYING enough attention or for your extremely sarcastic comment.
I lived in East Baltimore DURING THE TIME IT WAS THE MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.
I loved it.
I also like WV and actually WE MAY have to camp for three months because we sold our Tucson HOUSE for a profit of 86K (PURE PROFIT after taxes, real estate fees, paying off the mortgage but you can NOT, for the life of you, find a place that will take pets. We are moving.... To a hotel and storage facility. Then we are going to try and RAPIDLY find out how long it will TAKE to get another mortgage. Then we might be living in a rented or bought RV in a CAMPGROUND unless something on craigslist turns out well (it does OCCASIONALLY happen but you can't do it LONG distance) so yes we will be moving more times.
I just pray I am not OUTSIDE the RV in freaking SEVEN pairs of long underwear doing yoga at 5 am that could happen. Also we are doing this RV MADNESS (it is madness really) because like, the damn dog is unhousetrainable and was left here by my SON.
My SON who accused me of trying to euthanize it and other horrible things and made me cry. He ended by calling me the "C" word.
He is being in time out right now but I sent him the email of doom that if he ever talked to me that way again, yes, the dog would always have a home, but he might not have a MOM.
Unbelievable.
Yeah, I am really looking forward to starting a professional job in a freaking RV IN A WVA CAMPGROUND while my stuff is in storage. AWESOME.
ARGH!!!!!!!! Nomad does not even begin to cover it.
I figure by the time I am 80 I will like, be pushing a shopping cart full of trash and cats and mumbling to myself while maggots eat my brain slowly because I have forgotten I have hair.
I've seen that, when I worked in an URBAN EAST BALTIMORE ER moonlighting doing psych placements. It's not pretty but I'm sure I'd cope I mean what choice would I have. LOL.
I shouldn't laugh but like, I prepare for the worst.
Anna
I lived in East Baltimore DURING THE TIME IT WAS THE MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.
I loved it.
I also like WV and actually WE MAY have to camp for three months because we sold our Tucson HOUSE for a profit of 86K (PURE PROFIT after taxes, real estate fees, paying off the mortgage but you can NOT, for the life of you, find a place that will take pets. We are moving.... To a hotel and storage facility. Then we are going to try and RAPIDLY find out how long it will TAKE to get another mortgage. Then we might be living in a rented or bought RV in a CAMPGROUND unless something on craigslist turns out well (it does OCCASIONALLY happen but you can't do it LONG distance) so yes we will be moving more times.
I just pray I am not OUTSIDE the RV in freaking SEVEN pairs of long underwear doing yoga at 5 am that could happen. Also we are doing this RV MADNESS (it is madness really) because like, the damn dog is unhousetrainable and was left here by my SON.
My SON who accused me of trying to euthanize it and other horrible things and made me cry. He ended by calling me the "C" word.
He is being in time out right now but I sent him the email of doom that if he ever talked to me that way again, yes, the dog would always have a home, but he might not have a MOM.
Unbelievable.
Yeah, I am really looking forward to starting a professional job in a freaking RV IN A WVA CAMPGROUND while my stuff is in storage. AWESOME.
ARGH!!!!!!!! Nomad does not even begin to cover it.
I figure by the time I am 80 I will like, be pushing a shopping cart full of trash and cats and mumbling to myself while maggots eat my brain slowly because I have forgotten I have hair.
I've seen that, when I worked in an URBAN EAST BALTIMORE ER moonlighting doing psych placements. It's not pretty but I'm sure I'd cope I mean what choice would I have. LOL.
I shouldn't laugh but like, I prepare for the worst.
Anna
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