Monday, February 09, 2009

a little of this a little of that

I have one ear that's a little plugged up and is causing me to hear a whooshing sound. I only really notice it when it's quiet, but then it's all I hear. Driving me freakin' batty.

Abby is supposed to have a poem memorized to recite in class on Thursday. I haven't been able to come up with anything suitable. Any and all suggestions gratefully accepted. Luckily she's quick to memorize stuff.

Mike had another meeting tonight and I had plans to get lots done and instead did nothing. I only feel a little bit guilty about that.

Just after Christmas they had a magnetic roller coaster set on sale for $50 at Wally. Regular price was $90. Mike wanted it desperately, but I managed to talk him out of it. Then they dropped it down to $20 so guess what I have set up on my kitchen table? Yeah, a roller coaster. He and the girls can't keep their hands off it. They also can't keep from knocked the magnetic marble off the track either. I am not ashamed to admit after listening to it hit the floor for the 703rd time I confiscated all five marbles.

Bloglines is being really irritating these days. I really must switch to google reader.

I need to figure out a way to go without sleep.


Anonymous said...

You can't go wrong with Shel Silverstein. This was always one of my favorites. But he's got plenty of others if it's too long or something.

by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay,
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is---Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Julie said...

That's so funny! I was just about to type out Sick by Silverstein as well!! And yes, he has so many more that are just as quirky and fun if you don't know him. Most libraries carry at least one of his books.

And shouldn't you be figuring how to get more sleep then figuring out how to get by with less?? ;-) Take care of yourself!

Karen said...

Sorry, but I have to go 100% Canadian on this one and fully and enthusiastically recommend Dennis Lee. Alligator Pie is a classic and easy to memorize (Emily recites it at least twice a day).

Alligator Pie

Alligator pie, alligator pie,
If I don't get some I think I'm gonna die.
Give away the green grass, give away the sky,
But don't give away my alligator pie.

Alligator stew, alligator stew,
If I don't get some I don't know what I'll do.
Give away my furry hat, give away my shoe,
But don't give away my alligator stew.
Alligator soup, alligator soup,
If I don't get some I think I'm gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick, give away my hoop,
But don't give away my alligator soup.

Kristina said...

I just double checked iTunes, and all of these poems are available there read by Shel Silverstein himself. Just as added inspiration for Abby...

Shel Silverstein's "Listen to the Mustn'ts" is one of my all-time favorites.

Listen to Mustn'ts, child,
listen to the Don'ts.
Listen to the Shouldn'ts,
the Impossibles, the Won'ts.
Listen to the Never Haves,
then listen close to me.
Anything can happen, child,
Anything can be.

Or another great one (also Shel Silverstein)
"Hug O'War"

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Or "Tell Me" (again, good 'ol Shel!)

Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm senstive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect -
But tell me the truth.

Mommy Project said...

Some cute poems there, Shan. And the good and Abby have until Friday to memorize the poem. :)

Chantal said...

If we could figure out how to go without sleep imagine all the stuff we could accomplish!

Leah said...

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

sorry, first one that came to mind, and it's nice and short. LOL

Oh, and AMEN to the last line of your post...

Shan said...

Lady - thanks for the suggestion. It was a bit long for her to memorize in a couple of days. Nothing like procrastination! Great poem though.

Julie - you would think, but to be truthful nothing irritates me more than having to sleep. So much other stuff I'd rather be doing. I am trying to be better to myself about that. It's hit and miss.

Karen - I am sending you one big virtual kiss. How on earth did I ever forget about Alligator Pie?

Kristina - Great suggestions! Thanks and just the right length for her.

Normie - yep, good choices.

Chantal - oh I know. I know!

Leah - Thanks!