First there was a Man. Then a Woman. Then in quick succession, two cats, a confused dog beast, and two kids. I stay at home with them. I'm the Man

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Many thanks/ Don't f*ck with the BTU/Naptime

This post will be all over the place.  First, I got a lot of votes this round over on Knucklehead's blog-off. Thank you very much to everyone who has been voting so far. I'm having a blast. A good chunk of those votes are due to one group I must single out. Thanks to the Best Teacher's Union.

A certain contestant made a disparaging remark about teachers--he has since apologized; he was having a bad day--my wife saw it, and that was that. She rallied her union chums to do some reading and voting and made sure to keep me in the contest. The lesson, as always, don't fuck with the BTU. Or my wife. Especially the latter.

Speaking of which, the venerable The Holmes (is that right?) wrote this over at DadCentric today. A very good post that has to do due with the difficulties of finding your kid a reliable public school education these days.  Mostly, you can't, if you believe the press. I'm hoping my kids get into the School of Rock.

On that theme, two other items: this post I wrote last year about Arne Duncan, our Sec'y of Education. Upshot: he sucks. And then this article from the Washington Post that deals with the pile of celluloid bullshit that is "Waiting For Superman," the movie that was supposed to inspire the resurrection of the American Education system. That movie was so full of shit, it seems, that the Academy of Arts and Sciences refused to nominate it for an Oscar for best documentary. They said it wasn't accurate enough. Do you know how inaccurate a documentary has to be before they notice in Hollywood? This year's front runner for the award: Hot Tub Time Machine.

More fun with Superman here, from the NY Times Review Of Books. I didn't even know it was a book first. Go figure.

Then, there is this little piece of business:


We lay down together on the couch. My arm is tucked just so, between his hips and his rib cage, at the small of his small back, buried slightly in the couch cushions. This is the best way to get him to nap. Lucky for me.


My rough, worn, time-scarred face presses lightly up against his soft, smooth, cool cheek


Read more at DadCentric


HM




8 comments:

  1. Congratulations, Homemakerman, and well deserved! As I said last year when you unofficially entered the contest, you are an excellent writer and I fully expect it'll be you and CardioGirl in the final round on merit alone. That said, the tactic employed by your wife is brilliant!

    Oh, by the way, I work for the federal government, which has the largest employee union in the world. I'll have to tell my co-workers that I'm competing and see if that helps me any.

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  2. I loved your post over at Dad Centric. I remeber those days!

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  3. Once you get a teachers' union involved, the whole game changes.

    That can be said for a lot of things, actually.

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  4. I love it when people act like a giant dick and then use the "I had a bad day" excuse.

    I really need to give that one a whirl some day.

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  5. Glad you're still in it. Thank gawd for the BTU. When's the next round start? I need some advance notice.

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  6. The next round starts Sunday afternoon. Thanks for voting, everybody!

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  7. I've been an educator for 30 years...18 years as a classroom teacher and 12 years as a campus principal. I didn't read a disparaging remark about teachers. Did I miss something?

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