Thursday, January 1, 2015
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Thing That Cannot Be Named
So what exactly is a horse trying to tell its owner when its boy parts (from now on referred to as “the thing that cannot be named”) keep appearing at all the wrong times?
It all started with the rescue of an extremely thin, docile 15 year old off the track thoroughbred more than a year ago. With much care and more than a few dollars handed over to the vet, our horse Star, managed to gain weight. With every pound of muscle came an equal dash of attitude. Well, attitude is not quite the right word. Yes he was stubborn and irritating, but for the most part able to be ridden in the ring. Trails were a disaster as he is afraid of water from a puddle to a stream. He tries to out run any horse in front of him and, yes, cars are the enemy too.
The thing that cannot be named stayed away on the trails, but as soon as we hit the barnyard the thing that cannot be named began popping out. At first it was random, fleeting and we attributed it to my daughter’s mare being in heat. Before long the thing that cannot be named lingered, like a cockroach by the fridge, hanging out and annoying both the mare and me.
If that was not enough, the thing that cannot be named had company; the thing was accompanies by its friends, pushing, biting and being hard to handle. Let’s not forget snorting, sniffing, and extreme possessiveness to our mare. It was a party, but one I was not invited to. Star now does not want to be ridden and has even reared up on me when I was just walking him to the ring. How can I make the thing that cannot be named return to its proper location? Can the cockroach please go back into hiding under the fridge?
It all started with the rescue of an extremely thin, docile 15 year old off the track thoroughbred more than a year ago. With much care and more than a few dollars handed over to the vet, our horse Star, managed to gain weight. With every pound of muscle came an equal dash of attitude. Well, attitude is not quite the right word. Yes he was stubborn and irritating, but for the most part able to be ridden in the ring. Trails were a disaster as he is afraid of water from a puddle to a stream. He tries to out run any horse in front of him and, yes, cars are the enemy too.
The thing that cannot be named stayed away on the trails, but as soon as we hit the barnyard the thing that cannot be named began popping out. At first it was random, fleeting and we attributed it to my daughter’s mare being in heat. Before long the thing that cannot be named lingered, like a cockroach by the fridge, hanging out and annoying both the mare and me.
If that was not enough, the thing that cannot be named had company; the thing was accompanies by its friends, pushing, biting and being hard to handle. Let’s not forget snorting, sniffing, and extreme possessiveness to our mare. It was a party, but one I was not invited to. Star now does not want to be ridden and has even reared up on me when I was just walking him to the ring. How can I make the thing that cannot be named return to its proper location? Can the cockroach please go back into hiding under the fridge?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
How to get out of school? Have a bomb scare
Goals and Objectives: Have time to write an essay, create lesson plans and bond with my child
I will say I was happy when the “Stay Put” announcement that rang through my period 3 English class changed to “Take everything you will need for the day. You will not be allowed reentry.” These words, like the song of angels from heaven, rang from the loudspeakers. It was a call from cloud nine; a bit of Karma reinstalling my belief in divine intervention. That morning, on the way to school when I had apologized for being grumpy, my daughter replied with an emphatic “Oh, yes.” And something to the extent of a “humph” and "that’s an understatement." I think she was referencing my attitude and perhaps some aspects of my behavior the previous night. But seriously, as a parent what are a few tyrannical moments in the bigger scheme of things?
Why all the drama in my house? Well, it correlates to the reason for the blog. In returning to school and pursuing my EdD at the University of Phoenix (don’t laugh the school is accredited) I have been challenged with juggling my life as a mother, teacher and student. It’s harder than expected, especially when your professor assigns four 2,000 word papers in the last few weeks of class. Doesn’t she understand we have lives? These papers make me set a bad example for my daughter as she catches me writing them the night before they are due every week. Alright, somewhat of an exaggeration, I usually start the night before the night before.
All this hard work and rigor also provides an interesting lens to view the current system of education that my daughter is traversed in and that I am a part of. A previous online professor told me to journal my experiences as I pursue my degree, but I plan to journal my experiences as parent, teacher and student. Who knows what will come to light.
So thanks to the heavenly forces that had some immature, unthinking student scrawl a note to get us out of school. I was able to write a paper, plan lessons for the next day and even enjoy some time not yelling at my daughter.
I will say I was happy when the “Stay Put” announcement that rang through my period 3 English class changed to “Take everything you will need for the day. You will not be allowed reentry.” These words, like the song of angels from heaven, rang from the loudspeakers. It was a call from cloud nine; a bit of Karma reinstalling my belief in divine intervention. That morning, on the way to school when I had apologized for being grumpy, my daughter replied with an emphatic “Oh, yes.” And something to the extent of a “humph” and "that’s an understatement." I think she was referencing my attitude and perhaps some aspects of my behavior the previous night. But seriously, as a parent what are a few tyrannical moments in the bigger scheme of things?
Why all the drama in my house? Well, it correlates to the reason for the blog. In returning to school and pursuing my EdD at the University of Phoenix (don’t laugh the school is accredited) I have been challenged with juggling my life as a mother, teacher and student. It’s harder than expected, especially when your professor assigns four 2,000 word papers in the last few weeks of class. Doesn’t she understand we have lives? These papers make me set a bad example for my daughter as she catches me writing them the night before they are due every week. Alright, somewhat of an exaggeration, I usually start the night before the night before.
All this hard work and rigor also provides an interesting lens to view the current system of education that my daughter is traversed in and that I am a part of. A previous online professor told me to journal my experiences as I pursue my degree, but I plan to journal my experiences as parent, teacher and student. Who knows what will come to light.
So thanks to the heavenly forces that had some immature, unthinking student scrawl a note to get us out of school. I was able to write a paper, plan lessons for the next day and even enjoy some time not yelling at my daughter.
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