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SAVE FERRIS in March Movie Madness!

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Photomontage to Ferris Bueller's Day Off (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am fighting to save Ferris Bueller as the greatest movie protagonist in Clay Morgan’s 2nd Annual March Movie Madness Contest.

People have accused Ferris as being a slacker.

Not so.

Ferris was before his time.

He started tackling his Bucket List before people knew what Bucket Lists were.

He was never lazy.

He was a doer.

He thought outside the box.

He knew how to be a friend.

He knew how to sweet talk his parents, the lunch lady, and the school nurse.

He always had a Plan A and a Plan B and a Plan C.

Because he was smooth.

He knew how to work the system.

Everyone loves Ferris.

Why does everyone love Ferris Bueller?

Because he is on a universal quest to have fun.

He takes risks: not dangerous ones. But he does the crazy, silly things we wish we might be brave enough to do. That kind of ethos that will always triumph. He’s the friend we all wish we had.

Sure, Ferris is a rich kid who has almost nothing to complain about.

And guess what? He doesn’t.

He helps his friends during their darkest hours.

He shows them love.

And a good time.

He reminds us all to cherish every moment of every day.

And this is why you have to go over to Educlaytion and vote to SAVE FERRIS right now!

The polls are open this moment!

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Today Ferris is up against Maria Von Trapp from the Sound of Music.

I’ll admit, Maria is pretty awesome.

And she can sing “doe a deer” like nobody’s business.

But VOTE FERRIS BUELLER!

Oh, I am not above trying to sweeten the pot.

BLOGGERS: If you vote to SAVE FERRIS and leave me a comment, I will tweet your current blog post.

NON-BLOGGERS: I will make a vlog and create some kind of crazy song where I sing the names of everyone who votes for me. That’s right, I will get the names from Clay and create a vlog of gratitude.

I might even be on a float.

Danke Schoen.

“Ism’s in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself.” – Ferris Bueller 

Look at the brackets. Who do you think is going all the way? IYKWIM.

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A while back, I saw this woman at a party. She looked like a goddess. Continue reading

Vote Bueller for March Movie Madness 2.

I’m in an airplane.

Seriously.

I’m stuck on an airplane right now as Clay Morgan opens the polls for Day 4 of his Second Annual March Movie Madness Contest.

Cover of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off Buelle...

Cover via Amazon

I picked Ferris Bueller as the movie protagonist that I am prepared to fight for.

Because Ferris knows how to be a friend.

He knows how to sweet talk his parents, the lunch lady, and the school nurse.

He always has a Plan A and a Plan B and a Plan C.

Because he is smooth.

He knows how to work the system.

Everyone loves him.

Only Principal Rooney, Ferris’s nemesis, doesn’t appreciate the gifts that Ferris bestows to the world.

Even his sister, who claims to hate him, comes through for Ferris in the end.

So why does everyone love Ferris Bueller?

Because he is on a universal quest to have fun.

He takes risks: not dangerous ones.

He does the crazy, silly things we wish we might be brave enough to do.

It is that kind of ethos that will always triumph.

Sure, Ferris is a rich kid who has almost nothing to complain about.

And guess what? He doesn’t.

He helps his friends overcome their fears.

He shows them love.

And a good time.

He reminds us all to cherish every moment of every day.

And this is why you have to go over to Clay’s blog and vote for me Ferris right now!

The polls open at noon.

I don’t even know who Ferris is up against.

But VOTE FERRIS BUELLER!

Do it for the little, geeky rebellious part of you that aspires to do something a little naughty.

Like sing Danke Schoen in public.

On a float.

And say something nice to Clay while you are there!

Look at the brackets. Who do you think is going all the way? IYKWIM.

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I’m Letting Go of Toxic People

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When I was introduced to Nina Badzin’s blog, I turned into Usher and was like…”Oh my gosh, I’m so in love, I found you finally…”

Seriously, I fell pretty hard.

Nina tells it like it is.

If you read my introduction to her recent guest post here, you’ll see why I’m so excited to be a guest blogger at Nina’s today.

But

I’m also scared.

I’ve written about an issue that’s been hard for me to deal with in the past: toxic people.

Intriqued?

Follow me to Nina Badzin’s Blog, where I spill the rest of the story.

Click on Nina’s button, and you’ll be magically transported to Minnesota. (Or just click on the big, bold blue link above.)

Comments are closed here, but I will be hanging out in Minnesota — waiting to respond to your words!

I Thought About It…

What to do? What to do?

I really did.

I did not mean to tease.

It was not a big media stunt to announce that I was going to post something big on 3/13 and then not follow through.

I’m not that kind of girl.

But.

I talked to a few people who advised me against doing it.

And then I talked to Kristen Lamb who wrote this blog in response to my dilemma.

Yeah, the thing I planned to write was something that was going to offend somebody.

And even though Kristen said “every word of my post” was “illuminated in excellence,” she also said it wouldn’t be smart to post it.

I have wrestled with this: how much of me to share, how much to keep private.

If you’ve been here for a while, you have seen me dance, heard me talk, read emails I have received, been with me when I fell down a flight of stairs. You’ve been stuck in elevators with me and seen me fret over students who cheat and students who bully. You’ve seen me meltdown. You have come to know me as a parent and a teacher. And, of course, a silly doofus.

This other piece of me — while it is decidedly me — isn’t right for the blog.

Kristen helped me understand that being mindful about what I put out to the world does not mean I am weak.

That choosing not to publish my piece is not an act of cowardice.

I can still write pieces like the one I had planned to post here today.

But.

It doesn’t mean that everything I write has to be published here.

What do you think? Is your life an open book? Will you write about anything? Or are these places that you are not willing to go? How do you determine your boundaries about what you share and what you keep to yourself?

If you feel cheated and would like to read one of my favorite old posts that got very little traffic back in the day, click here.

Winner of iPad Cover Announced

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Let's be clear, she did not win one of these...

The person who won the iPad cover giveaway is…

Darla from She’s a Maineiac.

Okay Darla, you’ve got to email me your mailing address, so I can ship that baby off to you.

You will not be sorry.

And thanks to my friend Michael Hess (and Skooba) for sponsoring that post.

March Came in Like a Lion and Brought Me an iPad Cover

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My husband bought me an iPad for my birthday. I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal. I mean, I already had an iPhone. How different can this be? I wondered.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I immediately fell in love with it.

{I would have kissed it except it would have left lip prints on the screen.}

Suddenly, I could read blogs, read books, get email and play Words With Friends — without my glasses.

But here’s the thing.

I am kind of lax when it comes to taking care of my toys.

When Hubby gave me the iPad, he made me promise I would get a good protective cover.

I didn’t.

My friend, Michael Hess, Founder and C.E.O. of Skooba Design told me he would give me an iPad cover; I just had to visit his warehouse. A few months passed, and I finally got my act together and went to Skooba which is about eleventy-bajillion miles from my house.

(And by that, I mean about 6 miles.)

When I got out there, Michael graciously told me I could have any iPad cover I wanted. Seeing as he was being so generous, I pushed our friendship to the limits and asked him if I could have another cover to use for a giveaway on my blog. (Can you believe my nerve? Oy!)

If you have an iPad, I’m guessing you love it and you know that you’ve got to protect that sucker.

But in case you just got one or you are planning to get one for yourself or someone you love, here is the chance to win the best iPad cover in the world.

Seriously.

Because everything at Skooba is fabulous.

The one I use is the tablet sized neo-skin with handles shown in the picture below.

Click on the picture to see more about this bag’s features.


Cool, right?

The one I’m giving away on March 8, 2012 is a navy blue sheath with a gray pocket.

You can store all the cables in the zippered pocket.

In addition to being the head honcho at Skooba, Michael is an amazing public speaker. He has visited my classroom as a guest lecturer to talk to my students, and I can tell you they appreciate the way he explains the importance of possessing solid communication skills in today’s competitive job market.

He’s much bigger in real life. IYKWIM.

Michael also happens to write a twice-weekly small business column for CBS News. He has many fantastic pieces, but — as a educator — my favorite is “Hey, watch your language, will ya’?”

To have a chance at winning the free iPad cover:

1. Read Michael’s blog post and leave a comment here. Tell me something about his piece that interested you. Or you found funny. Or irritating. (I’m guessing Michael will be reading along, too.) Do this before March 7, 2012 at 6 PM EST and receive 1 vote.

**For additional chances to win the iPad cover:

2. LIKE my Facebook page and get 1 vote. If you have already LIKED my page, remind me in your comment.

3. Share this story on Twitter, and I will give you 2 additional chances to win. Feel free to copy and paste the following text: I just entered to win a free iPad cover from @Skooba via @rasjacobson — and include the link. If you do this properly, I will see it on Twitter.

4. Share this story on a public Facebook page — not mine — I will give you 3 entries. (Just be sure to come back and tell me which page you posted it on!)

I will make a big ole Excel spread sheet, and then Random Number Generator will do all the work for me. I’ll announce the winner on March 8, 2012. If the winner doesn’t contact me to claim the prize within 48 hours of being selected, a new winner will be chosen.

Oh, and if you would like to order something else from Skooba, Michael has been kind enough to extend the promotional code TWITS20 to my readers so you can receive 20% off any order of $50 or more (plus free shipping via UPS in 48 states) through the end of March.

How cool is that?

I told you March came in like a lion.

Rawr!

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Skooba provided me with two iPad covers for this promotion. I am keeping one. The opinions expressed here are my own. 

Continuing Their Excellent Adventure: The Things Come To Rochester, New York

Way back in September, Leanne Shirtliffe (aka: Ironic Mom) asked me when I might want to have the Things make a stop in Rochester on their Excellent Adventure, and I knew I wanted them during the winter. Duh!

There is so much to do here when there is snow. I figured we would go skiing, make snow critters, go sledding and ice-skating, have them help us make snow tunnels, and bring them inside to a roaring fire. You get the idea. When Leanne contacted me in December, I had to decline her offer because there was no snow in Rochester. She asked me again a few weeks later, and while we were still without snow – I figured by the time the Things made it to me, we’d certainly have some white stuff. But as anyone from this part of the United States can tell you, the weather this year has been positively wonky. Here is a pictorial about our time with the Things.

I swear Rochester is usually much more fun than is perhaps depicted here. Maybe.

• • •

In Rochester, this season,

winter’s been strangely mild.

No sledding, no skiing.

for adult or for child.

When one day,

I found I had nothing to do

I opened my door

And found Things 1 and 2.

They were positively chilled

Having spent the night outside

So I brought them in our home

To entertain them, we tried.

We wanted to show the Things

A most wonderful day.

We took off to Great Places

We took off and away.

Lake Ontario. Toronto, Canada is on the other side.

We drove to Lake Ontario.

We drove with great care.

And though I said, “Pull over carefully!”

Hubby pulled over There.

The Things thought this was funny. Hubby? Not so much.

When he parked There in that spot

Hubby rolled over a bolt.

And when his tire popped,

We felt the horrible jolt.

The Things thought tire shopping was fun. Hubby? No so much.

The Things knew stuff like this happens

As things sometimes do

So they didn’t worry,

No, they didn’t stew.

They played in the tires

That had been stacked, just so.

They played until the people

At the tire shop said, “Go.”

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The next morning I found the Things

They were quite a sight.

They’d gotten into some trouble.

(I’d suspected they might.)

They’d found some bracelets from GoGuiltyPleasures

and seemed a little low.

But I untangled them and told them

we’d more places to go.

The Things liked learning about Brownie cameras. Hubby? Not so much.

We took the Things to George Eastman House

Home of Kodak fame

I explained that if it hadn’t been for George

Picture taking wouldn’t be the same.

Jim's Diner on Winton. Tell them Renée sent you.

We all began to shiver

So we drove to our favorite diner.

The Things showed good manners and exclaimed:

“This coffee couldn’t be finer!”

We took the Things to Lock 33

On the Canal called Erie.

We had no mule whose name was Sal

And the Things were mighty weary.

What

Still, we took them to Wegmans Market

Best grocery store under the sky,

And once inside the Things perked up

There were so many things to try.

Jimmy from Produce loved The Things

They thought the store was swell.

They hid in the red peppers

And in a pile of lobster shells.

We took the Things to temple.

To show them how services were led.

They were very respectful

And wore one yarmulke on top of their heads.

One night the Things seemed homesick.

I saw a tear near Thing 1’s eye.

I pulled out a postcard of the Rockies

and brought out the Canada Dry.

The next day, miraculously

the snow – it had arrived!

And Thing 1 and Thing 2

seemed amazingly revived.

Happy Things!

They watched Tech Support at Rochester Fencing Club.

And even took a class.

And while they loved their toothpick sabers

They decided to take a pass.

We took the Things skiing

They liked to go vroom

They liked when I went very fast

So I zigged and zagged and zoomed!

The Things at Bristol Mountain

When their stay was over

We said splendiferous goodbyes.

We gave the Things good scrub downs

And gave each other high-fives.

As I shoved placed them in an envelope

addressed for their next temporary stay

We agreed we would miss those Things

and sent them safely on their way!

Fare thee well, Things. We hardly knew ye.

**NOTE: The snow melted the minute I sent the Things overseas to their next destination. Yup, they are headed to Switzerland to begin the European leg of their Tour! {Watch the news for “global weirding” in Europe.}

To read more about where the Things have been so far, click HERE.

So what would you have liked to have done with me and the Things? In Rochester, New York? In February? With no snow? IYKWIM.

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Saturday Night at the Club

Working on my fiction! This week’s prompt spoke to me so I decided to give it a whirl. We were asked to let a character be inspired by music. I had to show in 400 words or less how my character responds to a piece of music.

• • •

The music rolls upward in smoky circles toward lights covered in red-cellophane.  On the floor below, a man and a woman sit side by side at a tiny round table. Dressed in black, they look sharp together.  The two have had several bottles of wine, and the woman has draped her bare legs over his thighs. He pushes against her and something rises inside me, a longing perhaps to be touched like that. And always, the music, it pumps.

While the drummer fans his cymbals, I watch the woman teasing her man, and I feel like I am watching some kind of primitive human mating ritual. From out of nowhere, she is shouting. Her voice rises over the music, and her fingers open and close as she clutches the air around her.

Suddenly, he pushes her legs off his lap; he is on his feet, taking long strides towards the back of the club. I look to see her reaction but I can’t see her face because her hair blocks her eyes. I see now that she is drunk, that she is crying, choking on her sadness. Help her, I look around wildly. Someone help her; she is too beautiful to cry.

The waitress comes and whispers something in the woman’s ear. For a moment I can’t tell whose ear is whose; they are a collage of interchangeable body parts, two women, two strangers come together in the darkness. The woman owes for the bottles of wine, and she takes out her wallet to pay. A few papers fall on the floor, but she doesn’t notice or — if she does — she doesn’t care.

The waitress leaves, and the woman dabs at her eyes with a cocktail napkin. She checks her watch, but never turns around: never turns to see where he might be. Or where he might not be. After what seems like an eternity of jazz, he returns to his chair as if he has only been gone a moment, not some small eternity. Staring into the dark hole of the horn player’s trumpet, he taps his foot to the beat.

The music quiets. The man says something I can’t decipher, words that cause the woman to rise. Tall and curved, she reaches for her purse. When she looks for him, he is three-paces ahead of her. Teetering on too high heels, cigarette smoke swirls around her and, for a moment, she recognizes the toxic funk she is in, a low vibration or a blue note from the bass player’s strings.

How do you feel about people who are drunk in public?

Who’s a cutey?

There were 171 entries to this bracelet contest via comments, Facebook and Twitter.

The winner of the cutey bracelet giveaway was determined by a Random Number Generator used in conjunction with my Excel Spreadsheet

The winning number was:

And the person attached to that number is Lisha from The Lucky Mom.

I’ll be in touch with you soon.

*For reals.*

Because – and this is where life gets weird – I am going to New Orleans in about a week, and Lisha lives in a nearby suburb. We have been talking about getting together while I’m down there, and I think (I hope) I am actually going to meet her in real life! How crazy is that?

I wish I had the bracelet so that I could deliver it personally to her door.

Like they do with Publishers Clearinghouse Giveaway Sweepstakes.

She would have been all “Who the hell are you?” excited, and it would have made for a great “How We Met” post.

Hopefully, we’ll get our schedules to sync up so we can collaborate on something.

So congratulations again to Lisha!

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