Your husband took his own life
with too many pills.
I made you a pan of bars.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
HEY MOMS
Watch your kids at the pool....
1. Don't let them dive into the shallow end. I freak every time I see your kid do this. You may be talking to your friends... so, perhaps it doesn't bother you. But I cringe lady.
2. Keep them in the shallow end of the pool until they can swim. I watched your little boy bob up and down to the ladder as he took a deep breath. He gotter done... but man. I was scared.
Dang. I know... I'm fussy ain't I? I used to manage the pool. I used to be the lifeguard who blew her whistle constantly yelling "Walk... Walk..." There's a reason for this ladies. The deck is slippery. Even for your kid. The deck is slippery.
I almost lost a kid. She dove in the deep end the water and floated to the top on the shallow end. LADIES.... this girl almost died. These lifeguards are trained sure... but they are only fifteen!
LADY- this girl would have died if a doctor hadn't miraculously entered the facility. Only he opened her airway.
Come now ladies.
1. Don't let them dive into the shallow end. I freak every time I see your kid do this. You may be talking to your friends... so, perhaps it doesn't bother you. But I cringe lady.
2. Keep them in the shallow end of the pool until they can swim. I watched your little boy bob up and down to the ladder as he took a deep breath. He gotter done... but man. I was scared.
Dang. I know... I'm fussy ain't I? I used to manage the pool. I used to be the lifeguard who blew her whistle constantly yelling "Walk... Walk..." There's a reason for this ladies. The deck is slippery. Even for your kid. The deck is slippery.
I almost lost a kid. She dove in the deep end the water and floated to the top on the shallow end. LADIES.... this girl almost died. These lifeguards are trained sure... but they are only fifteen!
LADY- this girl would have died if a doctor hadn't miraculously entered the facility. Only he opened her airway.
Come now ladies.
Dad and his boat....
So... Last night we stopped by my parents' house. My dad was outside working when we drove up. I went in and got some pictures from my mom. When I came outside, I realized what my dad was doing.
He had his whole boat dismantled.
He was detailing his boat!
"Dad?" I questioned him.
"I spilled coffee out on the boat this weekend. I'm trying to get this stain out before it sets."
And to think, he has the rest of the summer full of fishing and Mondays - to detail his boat to make sure the coffee stains don't set.
Bless his little heart!
He had his whole boat dismantled.
He was detailing his boat!
"Dad?" I questioned him.
"I spilled coffee out on the boat this weekend. I'm trying to get this stain out before it sets."
And to think, he has the rest of the summer full of fishing and Mondays - to detail his boat to make sure the coffee stains don't set.
Bless his little heart!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Lake of the Woods...
This weekend, we went to Lake of the Woods at Warroad, MN.
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My mom was thrilled because we were meeting them up there. At 4:00 Thursday afternoon, she called and told us she was leaving. "O.K." I said and told her we would call her when we got there.
At 5:30, she called and asked if we had left yet. We were just leaving the house and had all of the animals fed and ready for my brother-in-law to check in on.
At 5:45, she called and asked where we were.
"Mom? We're only in St. Hilaire. We have to stop by Walmart and pick up some fishing lures and will eat somewhere in Thief River."
At 6:15, my mom called again.
"Where are you?"
"Mom, we are eating at Subway."
"What? You're only eating." She sighed and hung up.
At 7:00, she called us.
"Where are you?"
"Between Middle River and Greenbush."
"Oh. We are eating at Earl's in Roseau."
"OK"
Jason was starting to get annoyed. I told him to relax and go back to sleep.
My mom mixed things up a bit and called us at 8:00.
"Where are you?"
"Right outside of Roseau."
"OK."
We got to Warroad put our things in our room and drove down to the lake. Mom took us on a tour of where everyone in town camps, and we crashed a campfire or two before heading back to the hotel.
The next morning, my dad took us fishing in his new boat.
Lake of the Woods is renown for its fishing. Sometimes, one can watch a fishing show and see the professionals fishing on Lake of the Woods. One of my mom's friend's even caught a sturgeon there once. My dad is obsessed with fishing. I mean this guy has even went to Brazil to go fishing on the Amazon. I suppose fishing would be dad's personal legend.
We had a blast! The girls loved it.
For about an hour. After not catching anything, they were done with fishing for the day.
So, for the next three hours we heard them complain about how bored they were. I gave them my ipod, but it didn't have the songs they liked. I gave them paper, but they didn't want to draw.
Finally, we decided the girls should go in for the day. Jason went back to the hotel to sleep, dad went back out to the lake, and mom and I took the girls out to a drive to Rocky Point.
I wanted to see the place I used to go with my family while growing up. We used to meet Grandma Shirley and Roy up at Franks'. Frank was an old bachelor who rented out lots for the summer. His lots were $100. Of course, there was no running water, and we took our baths in the lake.
When we got to Franks' we were discouraged to see the "No Trespassing" signs everywhere. Instead we went to Arnesons' at Rocky Point. We walked out to the docks, and I pointed out the rock island I used to dream about as a girl. The girls admired the beautiful scenery then, hopped into our red mini-van and drove back to the hotel.
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My mom was thrilled because we were meeting them up there. At 4:00 Thursday afternoon, she called and told us she was leaving. "O.K." I said and told her we would call her when we got there.
At 5:30, she called and asked if we had left yet. We were just leaving the house and had all of the animals fed and ready for my brother-in-law to check in on.
At 5:45, she called and asked where we were.
"Mom? We're only in St. Hilaire. We have to stop by Walmart and pick up some fishing lures and will eat somewhere in Thief River."
At 6:15, my mom called again.
"Where are you?"
"Mom, we are eating at Subway."
"What? You're only eating." She sighed and hung up.
At 7:00, she called us.
"Where are you?"
"Between Middle River and Greenbush."
"Oh. We are eating at Earl's in Roseau."
"OK"
Jason was starting to get annoyed. I told him to relax and go back to sleep.
My mom mixed things up a bit and called us at 8:00.
"Where are you?"
"Right outside of Roseau."
"OK."
We got to Warroad put our things in our room and drove down to the lake. Mom took us on a tour of where everyone in town camps, and we crashed a campfire or two before heading back to the hotel.
The next morning, my dad took us fishing in his new boat.
Lake of the Woods is renown for its fishing. Sometimes, one can watch a fishing show and see the professionals fishing on Lake of the Woods. One of my mom's friend's even caught a sturgeon there once. My dad is obsessed with fishing. I mean this guy has even went to Brazil to go fishing on the Amazon. I suppose fishing would be dad's personal legend.
We had a blast! The girls loved it.
For about an hour. After not catching anything, they were done with fishing for the day.
So, for the next three hours we heard them complain about how bored they were. I gave them my ipod, but it didn't have the songs they liked. I gave them paper, but they didn't want to draw.Finally, we decided the girls should go in for the day. Jason went back to the hotel to sleep, dad went back out to the lake, and mom and I took the girls out to a drive to Rocky Point.
I wanted to see the place I used to go with my family while growing up. We used to meet Grandma Shirley and Roy up at Franks'. Frank was an old bachelor who rented out lots for the summer. His lots were $100. Of course, there was no running water, and we took our baths in the lake.
When we got to Franks' we were discouraged to see the "No Trespassing" signs everywhere. Instead we went to Arnesons' at Rocky Point. We walked out to the docks, and I pointed out the rock island I used to dream about as a girl. The girls admired the beautiful scenery then, hopped into our red mini-van and drove back to the hotel.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
7th Grade Communications
Ode to Class of 2013
Cheerful, Helpful
Joyful, Thoughtful
Hopeful
I Love this Class
Oh! I love this class
Packets, Papers,
Paragraphs, Poems
Peppermints
I love this class.
Oh! I love this Class.
Flaming Chickens, Flaming Flames,
Equipo Alegre, Team Dynamite,
Equipo Rapido
I love this class!
Oh! I love this class.
Reading, Writing
Learning, Teaching
Thinking
I Love this Class!
Oh! I love this class.
Whisper, Chatter,
Smile, Laughter,
Chaos
I love this class!
Oh! I love this class!
My first class
7th Grade Communications.
Mrs. Paulson
I love this class!
Love Always,
Mrs. Aakhus
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Michael Jackson
When I heard the news about Michael Jackson today, this is the first song that came to mind. I was in fifth or sixth grade when this song came out. I remember singing this song in music class. We knew we were touching little children singing this to our moms.
Ok... I see my pun here, and it was so unintentional. I mean that we were sweet children showing the world how to be sweet people.
Also, my Girl Scout troop lip synced this song at some sort of competition in the mall. I remember I was Willy Nelson. I think Tania was Michael Jackson.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Someone Who Matters
I think I've mentioned that I use a lot of life stories when teaching. Personally, my life is a little drab and boring so I'm always stealing more interesting lives to talk about. I talk a lot about the global studies students in the past, but there are there are four people I mention all the time in my teaching - Grandma Shirley, Bellhop, Oscar, and Jason. Of course, I talk about others too. I know a lot of interesting and fun people.
Jason seems to be one of their favorite "characters." For one thing, Jason's rocker reputation blows their minds. His long blond hair and his biker boots get them thinking. Some of the basketball players found his picture at Oklee High School and enjoyed his odd-ball picture immensely.
"Mrs. Aakhus, why did he wear a light blue suit?"
- "It was gray."
"Mrs. Aakhus, why doesn't Mr. Aakhus get a haircut?"
- "Why does his long hair bother you?"
"It doesn't. But... you know..."
"Mrs. Aakhus, did Mr. Aakhus really build a guitar for your daughter?"
- "Yes."
"Can you bring it?"
- "Mr. Aakhus needs to fix it."
One of my students wrote a respectful letter to Jason requesting he speed up on that one.
It went something like this...
Dear Mr. Aakhus,
How are you? Mrs. Aakhus has told us you have built a pink guitar for your daughter Natalie. We were hoping you would hurry up and fix it. We'd like to see it please.
Sincerely,
Second hour class.
Jason fixed the guitar that night. I used this new phenomena to my advantage.
- "Would you help a girl out?" I asked second hour.
"Sure."
They wrote another letter for me.
Dear Mr. Aakhus,
Thank you for fixing the guitar. It is beautiful. Mrs. Aakhus was wondering if you could fix Natalie's dresser. That would really make Mrs. Aakhus' life better, and we love her.
Sincerely,
Second hour
Jason seems to be one of their favorite "characters." For one thing, Jason's rocker reputation blows their minds. His long blond hair and his biker boots get them thinking. Some of the basketball players found his picture at Oklee High School and enjoyed his odd-ball picture immensely.
"Mrs. Aakhus, why did he wear a light blue suit?"
- "It was gray."
"Mrs. Aakhus, why doesn't Mr. Aakhus get a haircut?"
- "Why does his long hair bother you?"
"It doesn't. But... you know..."
"Mrs. Aakhus, did Mr. Aakhus really build a guitar for your daughter?"
- "Yes."
"Can you bring it?"
- "Mr. Aakhus needs to fix it."
One of my students wrote a respectful letter to Jason requesting he speed up on that one.
It went something like this...
Dear Mr. Aakhus,
How are you? Mrs. Aakhus has told us you have built a pink guitar for your daughter Natalie. We were hoping you would hurry up and fix it. We'd like to see it please.
Sincerely,
Second hour class.
Jason fixed the guitar that night. I used this new phenomena to my advantage.
- "Would you help a girl out?" I asked second hour.
"Sure."
They wrote another letter for me.
Dear Mr. Aakhus,
Thank you for fixing the guitar. It is beautiful. Mrs. Aakhus was wondering if you could fix Natalie's dresser. That would really make Mrs. Aakhus' life better, and we love her.
Sincerely,
Second hour
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