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Gabe’s homework:

Faith pretty much sums it up with her comment.  Of course Gabe’s teacher can’t do anything but look at the book’s answers and use them.  She does not have the ability to think for herself.

First off let me start this by saying that Gabe gets about 15 minutes of instruction on what a proper noun is and 15 minutes more on how to use it in a sentence.  At that point they move on to something else.  The next day they’re tested on it.  Is it just me or does this seem incredibly stupid?  Anyway, that’s why not all the letters are capitalized.  His teacher didn’t quite explain that all letters of a proper noun are always capitalized.  Oy.

This one is my favorite.  It truly shows just how, well, STUPID, his teacher is.

…and this is the public school system that is supposed to be training and teaching the next generation?  I wish that they’d spend half the time on actual learning as they do on the other crap that comes along with school like DARE and “How to spot safety hazards at home!”

Anyway, all I’ve got to say is that if you’re planning on sending your kids to school in the St. Louis Public School district, don’t.  If, like us, you can’t afford private school then I pray that you can supplement your child’s learning at home, and correct the mistakes that the teachers make on a daily basis.

I’m not going to publish the teachers name here… yet.  But next week after parent teacher conferences if I don’t get some sort of satisfaction from her, then there will be hell to pay, and the least of it will be on this blog.

Life is looking up these days, at least from a strictly time-wasting perspective.  Gone are the days of Warcraft, and ushered in are the glories of Rock Band 2, Fable 2, Far Cry 2 and Dead Space (Faith, you’re watching this one from start to finish).  Next week comes Fallout 3 and a meeting of the old gaming group, getting ready to start the voyage to the distant Fading Suns (RPG).

Besides the joy of drunkenness and good music that Rock Band will be bringing to the table on Friday night the thing I’m most looking forward to is the gaming group getting together again.  I really didn’t think I missed getting together and doing geeky nerd things and making new inside jokes while tooling around in each others imaginations, but now that it might become a reality again I realize just how much I missed it and how excited I am for it to start again.

So with all of these fun things in the works, plus the plannings of a kick ass anniversary for Faith and I, November could be a very fun month indeed.  Gaming goodness, here I come.

The title pretty much sums it all up.

I’m sick of all the drama out there.  I’m sick of people who can’t leave well enough alone.  I’m sick of people who poke and prod and hurt and rage just to get a response from other people.  I’m sick of people who are selfish enough to think that they bear no responsibility for their actions or their world.  I’m sick of people arguing and fighting over nothing.  I hate that to carry on a discussion with ignorant you have to “sink to their level”.  I’m just pretty fed up with humanity in general today.

There are some notable and important exceptions to that statement, but not nearly enough.

It seems that no matter how well we plan, fate conspires to make us her unwilling bitch.

Two Fridays ago I stayed home with the family and enjoyed the quiet life of having three kids in school.  It was a great day and we had a lot of fun until I picked Micah up from school.  On the way home the Mini decided that the drainage grate in the road was too big of a hurdle for it to clear without incident.  Of course seeing the grate is a full three inches below the surface of the street it wasn’t entirely the Mini’s fault, but I guarantee the low profile tires didn’t help.  Anyway, it ended up bending one of the rear control arms.  We managed to limp home in the car, keeping the speed slow and steady, but it’s completely out of action now until I get a new part and do the swap out myself.

That lovely incident ate up quite a bit of the money we had saved for Archon, but we still might have been able to pull it off until our sitters cancelled.  Yes, sitters is plural.  My mom was our first line of defense, but she ended up getting the flu, which we prefer not to have in our house ever again.  With that we fell back to Faith’s sister, who had agreed to watch them for at least one day or night.  Unfortunately, her husband’s grandfather died last Thursday, and they were going out of town for the funeral.

I’m not upset and I don’t blame anyone for anything that happened, but it really seems that fate wanted us nowhere near Archon this year, so thoroughly did it destroy our plans.

Ah well, there is always next year.  Maybe we’ll even be able to have costumes ready a few months in advance!

To all those we missed – Hope you had a blast.