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Friday, April 4, 2025

D is for David Davidovich

#AtoZChallenge 2025 letter D

My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me.  Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day.  Today's letter is D so let's get right to it shall we?



C was for Christian

D is for David Davidovich


If you memorized my A to Z challenge theme reveal from March, (and really why wouldn't you?) you would have noticed that David Davidovich is not what I wrote for D.  My original D was Daring Do Gooder and  as I said in the aforememorized theme reveal I did reserve the right to to change some of my selections.  So the story of my deed of daring do-gooding will have to wait, while we explore my patronymic path. 

In  December of 1992 I went to Russia to teach English and to assist the Russian Baptist Churches in youth ministry.  I went to a section of Russia called the Russian Far.  The city is much closer to cities in China (1 hour by hydrofoil) and South Korea , and Japan (both less than 3 hours by plane) than it is to Moscow.  If you took a train it would be a 6 day 3 hour trip.  A car trip would be 108 hours (4.5 days) of driving time and an 8 1/2 hour flight.  On one of my vacations I took a 72 hour train trip west and was still  in the the continent of Asia only about 1/2 way to Moscow.  

I have written quite a bit of my two years in Russia.  One thing I discovered in Russia is that middle names are different there. Note: For best results read the next lines in your best Mater voice 
 In America, where I hail from, what we do is we get a first name, and a last name, and in the middle they give us a middle name.  I'm not 100% sure about this, but I think they call it a middle name because it's in the middle. 

We now return you to your regularly scheduled interior voice

In Russia they don't have middle names that are new different names they have patronymic naming.  This means that the second name describes who your father is.  If your a boy named Michael and your Dad's names is Michael then your name will be Michael Mikhailovich. Your brother Vadim will be Vadim Mikhailovich and your sister Nadia would be Nadia Mikhailovna.  

The dads name ends in ovich for boys and ovna for girls.  Here are 2  little known facts I  just made up.  Maury Povich's son Oliver lived in f Russia for a few years where his name was Ollie Mauryovich Povich. Ollie Mauryovich Povich, coincidentally is also how they translate  Olly Olly Oxenfree into Russian.  

I mentioned in yesterday's post that I look a lot like my Dad.  We also have the same first name.  We have different middle names.  So I am David Davidovich but my Dad is not.  My Dad was the first born in his family and his Dad and Mom, My Grandparents, chose to give him the name of David.  I am the first born son in my family and when I was born my Dad chose his name for me.  To me that has always been a great honor he bestowed on me.  It was like another line of connection we held together.  I had 4 brothers and sisters and when there are that many kids in your family, I think you look for ways that you connect to your parents differently than your siblings.  Sharing the same first name was a way we connected. 

As I grew up I always found it remarkable when my Dad called me by the wrong name.  Now I understood it when he called Keith Chris, or Bonnie Kathy.  But how could he mix up my name when we shared the same one?  

My wife who is a school psychologist and knows a lot about how the brain works told me years ago  that calling a child the wrong name is like getting information from a folder inside your brain but retrieving the wrong file from it.  This is exactly what this article in Good Housekeeping says.  

Now that I am a parent  I  sometimes get my kids names mixed up as well.  I sometimes call Lucy, Emma and vice versa.  Since I only have one Son, I sometimes call him by one of my brothers names. Also I sometimes call Lucy, who is the baby of our family my baby sister's name.  

I thought for a long time that I would give a son the name David.   I have friends whose first and middle name goes back 3-5 generations and they have in turn passed on that name to their son.  My Dad and I do not have the same middle name, so I am not the second or  jr. In that way I felt less pressure than what I imagined my friends Lawrence Joseph the third and Albert Frederick the 5th felt.  I still wanted to pass that name on to my son.  

As I have mentioned many times in this space, my wife and I were friends for 7 years before things developed in a Sitting in the Tree kind of way.  We both grew up about 20 minutes from each other.  So during breaks from college we spent lots of time together in our parents houses.  During that time Amy was learning through observation what life is like when there are 2 people living in the house with the same first name.

The phone would ring, someone would answer it.  Dave you have a phone call, they would shout down the stairs.  Two David's would go for the phone, and then more shouting.  Not you, your Dad. No not you Dave, David! So Amy decided that if she ever did get married that her husband would not be recycling names with their son.  That was for me, she thought but not her husband. Years later when the part of her  husband was cast and I landed the role, one of our desires had to be modified.

It was really no problem.  Probably because I wasn't David Fred the 5th, or even David Fred Jr.  I was  just  plain David  Charles.  I realized that not giving my first name to a theoretical son was in no way, shape or form, a deal breaker. When Amy was pregnant for the first time we had names picked out for a boy and for a girl.  Emma Kayrene for a girl and Anderson David for a boy.  Kayrene was Amy's mothers name a conglomeration of Kathryn and Irene.  Anderson is my wife's maiden name.  We would have called him Andy.  I thought that there was not much difference in honoring my Dad through middle name or through first name.  

Our first child was a girl, so we did call her Emma Kayrene.  Two years later we were expecting again.   We had a name picked out for both a boy and a girl.  Off hand I don't remember what the girls name was we had picked out.  The baby inside of Amy didn't feel like an Anderson David, so we had a different boys name ready, Charles.  Charles is my middle name so naming a boy Charles David had a good ring to it.  However that's not what we went with.  Two years before Emma was born my Sister named her third child, Calvin David and 9 months before my son was born, my brother named his son Robert David.  I thought that's a lot of blank Davids.  So, when our son was born we named him Charles Friedrichs.  My middle names nd my grandfather's last name.  Also Friedrichs was similar to my Dad's middle name of Fred.  

Now, I have no Russian ancestors.  However, I still feel I have a bit of a Russian heritage as I lived there for 2 years of my life.  I was immersed in the Russian culture and I partnered with many Russian believers in spreading the gospel in their country.

I didn't have much culture shock when I was in Russia and I rarely missed home.  But there was one day in particular when I did feel lonely  and isolated.  It was Easter Sunday in the U.S. but generally Russia celebrates Easter on a different Sunday.  My friend Vladimir told me in Church that Sunday there were two Americans in town who were in Russia for a few weeks and that we would visit them after Church. I was looking forward to speaking English with some of my country men and getting news from America and perhaps sending some letters to my family and friends  off with them.   It was  a bit of  a misadventure .  We travelled on several tram and trolley bus lines to a couple of places and did not find them.  We  ended u going even further out and going to Vladimir's house.  His dad was a kindly man who spoke no English and while my Russian was okay 4 months in, we really couldn't communicate unless Vladimir translated.  

We were sharing a meal together with Vladimir's family when his Dad said in Russian, something along the lines that because of Christ I was like another son to him, a member of his family.  It was an observation,  spoken aboyt me not directly to me but it had more impact than his Dad probably every realized.  From that moment I felt Russian.  I felt as if I belonged in the country.  I felt much that way from the beginning of my time in Russia.  But after Vladimir Vladimirovich's father said that I never had one moment of culture shock or loneliness.  I belonged.  

I think for this reason, not only do I consider myself David Davidovich,  I  consider my son Charlie Davidovich. and my daughters Emma and Lucy Davidovna.  My grandparents choice of the name David was passed on to me and I feel that it's been passed on to my children as well.  

So that's it for D post today.

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Coming  Up on Team Saturdazzle: The One Without The Koolaid


Thursday, April 3, 2025

C is for Christian

#AtoZChallenge 2025 letter C

 My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me.  Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day.  Today's letter is C so let's get right to it shall we?


C is for Christian

Note: Since these posts are about aspects of me it stands to reason that I have written about these aspects before.  I will be using some of those writings directly and indirectly in the challenge.  Last week I came across a paper I wrote in college back in the early 90's.  I have decided to use it in it's entirety including a note to my professor and my  professor's comments as today's submission.  

Tama - I wrote this for another class in the Fall.  I will submit fresh Thursday work as well.  I include this because I am interested to see if you can respond to this.  If you can I hope to expand on it as my third form.

Growing out of Old Clothes

          Once when I was growing up I came up with the notion that I was adopted.  I didn't know why I felt this way because I look exactly like my Dad.  I was driving everyone crazy until my Dad came up with irrefutable evidence that I was his. He said, "David, when you adopt you get a choice in who you get."

     It is true that you can not choose your children.  Children have no more choice in who they will get as parents. Parents influence their children heavily in their early years.  Children are not even aware of their influence.  They accept what their parents say and do as right without questioning it.

One such area that this occurred in my family was religion.  I was born and raised in a Catholic family. We went oft church every Sunday and I went to Parochial school for nine years. I regularly received the sacraments of Communion and Confession and was confirmed in the seventh grade.

I never minded being Catholic growing up.  We got holidays off that the public kids didn't.  In my early years we learned a lot about the Bible.  I enjoyed that. At home we never really looked at it, only at school. Still and all, I thought Catholicism was cool and even thought about the priesthood.

As I grew older I became less satisfied with Catholicism.  In the eight grade our priest came in to clear up the Bible for us.  He told us that many of the stories we had been learning to be true were just allegory.  This really bothered me.  Was belief something just for children? If it was, I was not ready to outgrow it.

Disillusion grew as I entered high school.  While religion was a staple in our family, it had no everyday significance. At dinner Dad would lead us in the same memorized prayer we'd been saying for years.  It was sometimes difficult for Dad to get control of 5 rowdy children and one talkative wife so he could lead us,  On one of these hectic occasions I remember him bellowing, "God Damn it! We are going to pray!" It is a funny and sad memory for me because it indicates the dichotomy of religion and practice in our home.  

In junior high and high school I was always growing. I was constantly growing out of old clothes and in need of new ones.  My Mom and I would go to the store and she would ask me what I wanted and proceed to buy what she wanted.  I knew that someday I would be able to choose my own clothes.

As I grew up my family's Catholicism seemed not to fit.  I needed a God who was stable. One that was not going to change. One that was the same on Sunday as He was at the supper table.  I spent my high school years looking for something that would fit.  

I made a discovery two days after Christmas my Senior year.  I found something that fit.  I discovered a Jesus that wasn't distant. A Jesus that was the same yesterday, today, and forever.  A Jesus who was interested in all areas of my life.  I never met that Jesus in the church I grew up in, and I gradually stopped attending there.  I discovered Him in the Bible and in the lives of those who followed Him.  I decided that day I would follow Him.

Often when I tell friends I once was Catholic, they ask what I am now,  Some days I just respond by whatever denominational dog tag I happen to be answering by. On my good days, I answer by saying what I became that day in late December 1982: A follower of Jesus. Being a follower of Jesus is not something I was born into.  It was clothing that I chose to put on, and I have never outgrown it.

Professor's comment: Yes - This is much more accessible.  I find this by far & away the least alienating.  In fact, it's engaging. All people, no matter what their faith, are fascinated by the spiritual quest of others. It's such a private matter such a crucial matter, we care.  And when you simply share, you've an audience.

 Well that's all of me to C today.  For more of the A to Z challenge click here.  

Coming Up: Son of a David.










 




Wednesday, April 2, 2025

B is For Blogger

#AtoZChallenge 2025 badge B

My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me.  Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day.  Today's letter is B so let's get right to it shall we?


B is for Blogger

When I was your age, television was called books. William Goldman - The Princess Bride

When I was in my twenties, blogs were called newsletters.  I wrote one, a semi-whenever publication called Those Living On The Cutting Edge  printed on a dot matrix printer and mailed out when postage stamps cost 22 cents.  


It was written to like minded friends and contained interviews, reviews, rants and even a feature called "If I Could Draw This Would Be A Cartoon, in which I described a scene and then said what the caption would be.  

Another early pre-blog was when I would write prayer letters when I was a short term missionary in Russia.  It's title was The Siberian Sentinel.  Each month I would write a few snippets of what was going on and send it back home to be distributed.

One summer my brother visited me there and I tasked him to write that months letter.  So, I guess he was the first guest blogger.  I  don't remember everything he wrote, but I remember when he said that he could make a lot of money by selling the Russians the recipe for ice.

Geo-Cities was a dream come true for me.  It was my pre-blog blog.  My family had multiple pages including my ultimate Comic Strip Page where I put my 30 favorite comic strips as if I published a newspaper.  I had another page where I listed the last 5 sporting events we attended.  At Geo Cities I also posted editorials/ essays some like An Open Letter to the Car Behind Me eventually made their way to this blog.  

An Open Letter to the Car Behinf Me


Dear Car Behind me 7:30 p.m September 1st 2001 exiting Elk Grove Bowl Parking lot onto Southbound Arlington Heights Road, 

 Yesterday as my wife, daughter and I were heading home from dinner at the Rose Garden restaurant in Elk Grove we were making a left out of the parking lot of The Grove Shopping Center on the corner of Arlington Heights Road and Higgins. We were joined by you on our tail. My wife, who is probably the worlds best and safest driver, was waiting for traffic on both sides to subside before making our turn. 

 This is when you, in your 2nd row mentality, decided that you could see the traffic better behind our minivan than we could ahead of you. So you blared on your horn, indicating that we really should be turning at that exact moment and make you wait no longer. Well, Superman, (A reference to your x-ray vision; being able to see past our car to the ongoing traffic) not 3 seconds after you honked, a northbound car barreled past us. 

 This means that if we took your horn blowing advice, and stuck our cars nose out in traffic, that most likely my wife, myself, and my daughter and our unborn child would be dead right now. My daughter would not have turned two today. The house in Carpentersville we moved into yesterday would have never been lived in by us, nor paid off by us, saddling our parents with grief and debt. 

 Fortunately, as disconcerting as your second row salute was, my wife did not go until the coast was actually clear. You, then had the audacity to catch up with us and give my wife a glare! Don't you realize, that if we did take your advice and got smashed up, you would have most likely been even further delayed than you were. When we both stopped at the light at Landmeier it was all I could do to not roll my window down and give you an earful. 

 This has happened to me so many times before. We live in an area of congested traffic, driving in front of people who honk the horn at us before the light turns green. If you guys are so quick on the draw, how come you generally are behind me ? 

 So car behind me, next time you are second in line behind somebody else: try to remember that it's not just a car you are behind, it is people!

 Love, 
 Dave

At some point I started reading blogs, at first I didn't know they were blog.  One time I was reading an excellent review  of a movie I never heard of called Once, . I got the movie from our library and it is now one of my top 100 films of all time.  My wife and I have also seen the musical version of the film.  That blog was one of the first blogs I put on my first blog roll. Because of that blog and many others over the years, I have read things, experiences things, and even written things like a progressive poem that I wouldn't have without blogging.  My wife's siblings and other relatives started a family blog in 2006 or so,  A lot of seminal pictures of our growing family made their way  to that blog.


 
This blog was originally started in 2009 with the title Home School Dad.  To many the moniker Home School Dad connotates a Dad whose family home schools.  The picture you get in your mind is of a Dad who works outside the home with a wife who teaches the children.  In that scenario I was a Home School Dad since 2002 or so when my wife started doing school at the kitchen table with our 3 year old daughter as our 1 year old son toddled by. 

What I meant by Home School Dad was a Dad who was the stay at home primary educator of the children.  Starting in the Fall of 2008, I was that Dad.  After an introductory semester of teaching the kids, taking them to the library, and putting my toe in the water of Home School co-operatives, I was ready to dive in to full home schooling mode.  At that time this usually included, a home school blog.  So I made the transition from blog reader to blog doer and became Home School Dad.   I participated in lots of blog hops, carnivals,  and memes (which I pronounced  as me mes) . I built  a pretty good following in the home schooling community.

The mid to late 2000's are generally considered the height of blogging.  I think the late 2000's early 2010's were the height of home school blogging.  By 2010 I had 3 active blogs.  Home School Dad started in January 2009, Crazy Uncle Dave's Sports Page began in December of that year.  These were both on blogger.  I started a vlog called Dave Out Loud on Word Press and like Arthur Dent, who could never get the Hang of Thursdays, I could never get the hang of Word Press.  So in January 2012, I brought Dave Out Loud to Word Press.  2012 was also the first year I participated in the A to Z challenge at HSD.  

 I was the main home educator in our family for 5 school years between 2008 and 2013.  When I went back to working full time, I was still able to teach once a week at our home school co-op.  I also was able to continue to blog. In 2015 I came back to the A to Z challenge at this blog and also on my sports blog.  In 2016 I actually did the challenge on 3 different blogs.  That was the only year I didn't complete the challenge.

2017 and 2018 were dry years for me as far as blogging we concerned.  I participated in the 2019 A to Z challenge on a Word Press blog, dropped out for about a year and then resurfaced again in 2020 during Co-vid.  I have been back ever since.  From 2019 until now I have participated in the A to Z challenge each year.  In that time, I have consolidated my 3 blogs into one and changed the name of Home School Dad to Leap of Dave.

I still read quite a few blogs and use my blog rolls to keep up with them,  I know this is a bit of a rambling history of my life in the blogoverse. There are probably more things I could have said and some things I could have left out.  There used to be a Weekly Blog Meme called Works for Me Wednesday at the blog We Are That Family.  It was one of those mr. linky blogs and the basic idea is you would give some sort of tip that was helping you and your family.   What I'm trying to say amid the rambling, is that blogging works for me.

A to Z challenge wise, you can get back to the blog by clicking here and get to the spreadsheet by standing up, spinning around 3 times while chanting spreadsheet.  I'll wait.  Actually, it's April Fool's day as I'm writing this, so that may not work,  but still try it.  Clicking here  won't be as entertaining to those around you as my method, but it will get you to the spreadsheet.

Coming Up: C is for Christian.


Tuesday, April 1, 2025

A is for Amateur Parodist

 

#AtoZChallenge 2025 badge A

My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me.  Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day.  Today's letter is A so let's get right to it shall we?

A is for Amateur Parodist

I love parodies and I came by it honestly.  My family listened to a lot of Allan Sherman  records when we were growing up.  Allan's most famous song A Letter From Camp (Hello Madda Hello Fadda) but I grew up hearing so many more of them.  Here is one I just discovered today to the tune of Moon River it's called Chopped Liver. 






In addition to being exposed to one of the worlds greatest parodists at an early age.  My folks also wrote and published their own song parodies.  Each year they would write their annual Christmas letter to the tune of a different Christmas song.

They produces such classic lines as

Good old Wenceslaus looked out from his Window Sill (Ledge)
Then he looked all about and saw Elk Grove Village

The parodies would tell the story of my parents year and what happened to all of us during the course of it.  These parodies went on for at least 40 years and began including grandkids and Christmas songs that no one ever hear of.

My sister Kathy was the first of two girls born to my parents over the course pf 11 years. I was the first of 3 boys born to my parents over the course of 6 years.  The boys of course came in between the girls setting up this parody of Hark The Hearald Angels Sing in 1974.

Then we were not six but seven
January 27th 
On that day in early morn
Bonnie Eileen at last was born
She is Kathy's pride and joy
Specially because she's not a boy.

These influences and being exposed to Weird Al Yankovic singing gems like He's still Billy Joel to me on Dr, Demento put me on the  prestigious path to parody.  (Not the annoying, alley of alliteration.  That's all me.)

  
 


The first parody I remember writing down was a parody to the Steve Miller Band 1982 song Abra Cadabra about a guy who worked at  a morgue called average cadaver .  I kept the lyrics for awhile but soon lost them.  A few years later I saw Svengoolie singing a parody of  Abra Cadabra also about a cadaver,  That's the problem with parodies, if you can put new lyrics on somebody else's song you can't complain when someone else does.  While looking for the Svengoolie parody on you tube I found an obligatory co-vid parody of Abracadbra that has to do with pasta rather than cadavers.



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Over the years I have had occasion to write multiple parodies.  Some I've written for people moving away.  Some just for fun.  The 3 that follow all were written for ir previously published in this blog.


When I returned to the A to Z  challenge in 2019 my first theme was the music of the Sherman Brothers.  Their music has a special place in my heart.  It's no surprise that I've tweaked their lyrics from time to time.  Like when I wrote this paean to t-shirts.  


 The most wonderful thing about t-shirts 

 Is t-shirts are quite fun to wear 

They're great to roll up your sleeves in 

They help you let down your hair 

They're cool, they're stylish, some think they're childish and while I will not bicker 

the most wonderful thing about t-shirts is they're frontwards bumper stickers! 





 
There are a few go-to songs  that I like to parody.  Hakuna Matata from Lion King and Desperado by the Eagles top that list.  If the syllables of your name scan with Hakuna Matata there is a reasonable 

I just made one up now:

Olympia Dukakis
What a wonderful dame
Olympia Dukakis
Has a star on the  Walk of Fame
She was all the rage
From her great work on stage
Olympia Dukakis

For scanning purposes O-limp-eee-ah is shortened to O-limp-ya


 2 years ago in the A to Z challenge when I spent a Month at the Movies, I wrote about my my favorite western in S is for Silverado

While posting it on my FB page I did a quick Desperado parody:


Silverado, you are in my top eleven. 
You star two great Kevin’s 
Plus one Glenn, and one Glover 
You’re a western 
But so much more than your genre 
Which is why I’m so fond a 
This joy I’ve discovered. 

In 2011 when celebrating my 500th post on this blog.  I wrote a parody to the tune of the Proclaimers I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles).  


I Just Blogged (500 Times) 

 When I wake up, yeah, you know I'm gonna blog 
I'm gonna blog about playin' puppy on the floor. 
When I go out, well you know I'm gonna blog 
I'm gonna blog about a field trip to the store. 

 If it's Christmas, yes you know I'm gonna blog
 I'm gonna blog about how much we like to bowl. 
And if it's Easter, yes you know I'm gonna blog. 
That it's not a little rabbit that makes us whole. 

 I just blogged 500 times 
And I might blog 500 more 
To blog and ask what you guys do 
With children screaming on your floor. 

 When I'm teaching, yes you know I'm gonna blog 
About something good that Bunny or Spider did. 
And when puppysims come 
I'm gonna post 'em here. She's really quite a kid. 

 When we travel. yeah, you know I'm gonna blog 
Whether close to home or Washington D.C. 
And when we get back you know 
I'm gonna blog with words, pics and videos for all to see. 

 I just blogged 500 times 
And I might post 500 more 
Just to be the guy whose 1000 posts 
Will make you laugh but never snore. 

 When I'm fed up, yeah you know 
I'm gonna blog I'm gonna blog 'bout how my family drives me mad
 But when I think straight yeah you know I'm gonna blog
 I'm gonna blog about the super times  we've had. 

 I just blogged 500 times 
And I might tweet 500 more 
Just to be the guy whose posts and tweets 
reveal the passion at his core.

That about does it for my adventures as an amateur parodist.  

I just have one more thing to add.   Allan Sherman and Al Yankovic were both at one point my favorite parodists and I was a distant third.  My daughter Lucy FKA Puppy FKA Wolfina has not only surpassed me as a parodist but I believe she could surpass  Sherman and Yankovic   in a tussle for the the top spot.  My favorite of hers is when she does the preamble to the constitution to the tune of Momma Mia. 

We do a lot of collaborating and were having fun last week when she was home on Spring Break just making parodies of songs based on my maintenance medications.  They were just a line here, a line there like singing Triamtene to hail to the Chief.  

When we were done, I kept on reimagining one until I was telling the story of a man who was singing the praises of his blood pressure medicine but kept on obsessing instead about the Trump Presidency.

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you

Amlodipine 
sung to the tune of Yesterday

Amlodipine, My BP's as low as it's ever been
Trump's not nice, He's kind of mean
Oh I digress Amlodipine
My BP fluctuates by White House residency
And Now a new Trump Presidency 
Amlodipine I'm needing thee

Why'd he run again
That is not what felons do
Then he won again
I cannot believe it's true ooh ooh ooh

Amlodipine
There's more pressure than I've ever seen
So until he gets impeached again
I will need Amlodipine

Amlodipine
I don't want to start a scene
I'm as blue as Elon's cars are green
I'm going to need amlodipine
Can't even read a MAGAzine
I will need amlodipine. 





 
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Comping Up: B is for Blogger

Saturday, March 29, 2025

Team Saturdazzle: The One Where We Talk About Bruno

Team Saturdazzle time again and the last Team Saturdazzle post that won't be a A to Z Challenge post in disguise until the beginning of May. More about that later ...

I had a great week at work .  I was at 3 schools in advance of Spring Break and then a 6 week Long Term Assignment that will end out the school year fs or me.  Then the weekend began and I started having some 21st century problems that could have put a wrench on the beginning of Spring Break.  

Spent more time trying to resolve these issues  than I would want to and while they are no where near resolved they are in a nice holding pattern that will let me move on with my Spring Break with only a modicum of inconvenience.  

If that seems a  tad vague it is because the aforementioned problems are a tad Brunoesque in the we don't talk about Bruno sense of the word.  But as you can see by today's title we will talk about Bruno, so let's get to it shall we .  

As mentioned in my last post, I subbed the past 2 days in an elementary music classroom.  19 classess in 2 days!  It was amazing!  The students had choices as to what to watch on the smart board.  The most popular selection was Baby Yoda, but videos from Encanto were a close 2nd.  Pressure got played 3 or 4 times,  and we don't talk about Bruno at least twice that.  

     

I kept on meaning to ask the students what the hidden joke in We Don't Talk About Bruno is, but each time the video ended, between my ADHD and their eagerness to pick the next song, I never got to it. I'll have to settle for telling you now.  We don't talk about Bruno is a song dedicated to talking about Bruno!!  That joke may be a little too sophisticated for  the average audience of Encanto, but I love it!

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My 3 Anniversaries Part I

My wife and I were married on April 11th 1998.  In order to go on a honeymoon we scheduled the wedding for the Saturday after her school took off for Spring Break.  This was also the Saturday before Easter that year.  So since 27 years later she still works at a school, and Easter is still a thing, we actually have as many as 3 days a year that we can celebrate our wedding anniversary. Today was the first of those this year.

We went out for breakfast at a place we hadn't gone too before and had a really nice conversation.  We spent some of the day doing the Brunoesque things I didn't talk about earlier and then we went to a matinee of a play that a friend's daughter was directing.  We found out when we got there that a former home school co-op student of mine was also in the play.  This was the 2nd time in less than 4 years that we went to see someone else in a play and this young man was in it as well.

The name of the play is  Radium Girls and is very similar in nature to a play that my daughter acted in as a radio play during her Freshman year in high-school because of Co-vid restrictions and directed part of in her Senior One Act presentation last year.

Both plays tell the true stories of women from Orange , New Jersey and Ottawa Illinois who painted watch dials and died  of the exposure to the radium in the paint.  

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Well there's more I could say but it's 11:45 p.m. and I'm running out of Satur to dazzle you with so I'll call it a night!

Thursday, March 27, 2025

Baby Yoda and The Music Sub

 Midweek Music Break

I said that I would try to get in one more midweek music break before the A - Z challenge starts next month.  This is not what I thought I'd be writing about but I'll have to get to those after the challenge.


Today I started my last regular sub-assignment for the school year.  The reason why is that I begin a long term assignment the Monday I get back from Spring Break that goes through the end of the year.  I popped into Amy's first school in the district today for a 2 day music teacher position.  Music classes on our elementary level are part of specials and the student gets 2 30 minute music classes each week.  Today I am teach 10 1/2 hour classes and tomorrow I teach 9.  At leaast 1/2 of each class the students were given a choice board.  which means that on the class smart board are 10-12 choices of short music videos.  Each class so far that has had a choice board has chosen this song as one of their selections:





All the grades K-5 love this song. I absolutely love this song but had forgotten all about it.  Once I heard it I knew what the Mid Week Music Break would  be. I have more students coming in in ten minutes so I should probably go.  

A Quote to Start Things Off

If we ever think well it should be when we think of God. - A.W. Tozer, The Knowledge of the Holy

Snow Kidding!

Snow Kidding!
These "kids" now range from 19 to 25