One thought first came to mind when the VS fashion show was blowing up twitter last night.
All I could recall was Adam Levine and his FORMER girlfriend Anne Vyalitsyna.
Yeah now fast forward to last night
Adam's fiance' is only 24! He's 34.
And I think he must have a thing for models. And only VS models at that. Awkward if you are Anne because he's your ex and dating a co worker and awkward if you are Behati since you are getting sloppy seconds.
Of course to each their own, and age may not be an issue for certain people. I just know, in terms for my self, can't imagine getting married at 24 and being "Ready". I also think it's a lot harder when you are in the "industry" such as hollywood to really find "true" love.
If you have a 60 min art class, these are a snap to get done. I only get my kiddos for 40 min, but bless their hearts, they came in on their lunch recess to complete these beauties. Candy Canes done by 5th grade.
Kinder Christmas or winter mice. This project can be your worst nightmare if you don't have everything prepped and ready to go. I had to hot glue all candy cane tales, eyes and puff ball noses. All snowflakes were punched out durning prep times or having early finishers from other classes help me out.
1st grade Santa "cropped" portraits. My first graders are so cute look at those rosy cheeks they gave their Kris Kringles.
These are 3D snowflakes and are being completed by a different 5th grade class. Need more than 40 min to complete these!
The bad thing about Dec, is there is only a 3 week window to make any "Christmas" art. The good thing about January is that snowman can be carried into the winter month! :)
Last week during Thanksgiving weekend, I dragged my hubby to go and see "Dallas Buyers Club." I had heard that Jared Leto and Matthew McConaughey were up for Oscars for their roles in this film.
I will say this, if you are someone that is uncomfortable watching sex or drugs on screen, this film isn't for you.
There hasn't been an AIDS movie made since Tom Hanks starred in Philadelphia film in 1993.
This is one of those movies that made me "Think" about it even hours after I had seen the film. A reminder to always be careful...you can't fully trust where people have "been" so to speak. And that's all I'll say about that.
What the movie is about:
A son of Texas, Ron Woodroof is an electrician and rodeo cowboy. In 1985, he is well into an unexamined existence with a devil-may-care lifestyle. Suddenly, Ron is blindsided by being diagnosed as H.I.V.-positive and given 30 days to live. Yet he will not, and does not, accept a death sentence. His crash course of research reveals a lack of approved treatments and medications in the U.S., so Ron crosses the border into Mexico. There, he learns about alternative treatments and begins smuggling them into the U.S., challenging the medical and scientific community including his concerned physician, Dr. Eve Saks. An outsider to the gay community, Ron finds an unlikely ally in fellow AIDS patient Rayon, a transsexual who shares Ron's lust for life. Rayon also shares Ron's entrepreneurial spirit: seeking to avoid government sanctions against selling non-approved medicines and supplements, they establish a "buyers club," where H.I.V.-positive people pay monthly dues for access to the newly acquired supplies. Deep in the heart of Texas, Ron's pioneering underground collective beats loud and strong. With a growing community of friends and clients, Ron fights for dignity, education, and acceptance. In the years following his diagnosis, the embattled Lone Star loner lives life to the fullest like never before.
18 years ago you left me. I hardly remember in vivid detail all things I swore I'd never forget as I grew older. I am so grateful for the baby book you kept and filled out until you got cancer. I enjoy pulling it out on this day and seeing your handwriting and the photos to help me remember --- to never forget how important you are to me even though you are gone. You were the best mom a little girl could ever have. RIP mom. 12-7-95 #mom#heaven#myangel
Billy Joel never sang truer words than he did in that song. Finding out about Paul Walker last night I genuinely felt sad and like hollywood lost a great one. I felt the same way when Patrick Swayze died a few years ago. Like you wanted to yell to God, "NO! Not that one!" Please!
There was so much mass confusion as to if the actor really did die too. Apparently there was a big internet hoax only a few days or weeks before claiming he had died.
I remember really falling for Paul in Varsity Blues. Hello boyfriend who had sex with Ali Larter on a washer and dryer! So hot!
I'm not gonna lie, his on screen "romance" with Jordana Brewster is why I loved the Fast and the Furious series so much.
Here he is with Reese Witherspoon in Pleasantville.
Not to many people know Paul was a father to a daughter named Meadow Rain. She lived in Hawaii with her mom all these years. I think Paul did a great job of protecting his daughter's identity, because if you search on google, not a single picture comes up of her. Kudos to you for being a hot hollywood celeb and being able to shield all of who you are away from your daughter to have a normal life.
So Paul, in memory of you, I write this post. I am truly saddened God took you so early.
#hastag #whateveryonedoesoninstagramandfacebook. And I LOVE IT. I love all media that shares pictures and with so much negative in the world, I don't mind people that take a boat load of photos of what they eat, wear, do, etc. Photos are a document of that moment in time.
PARENTS NEED TO BE REMINDED THAT TEACHERS ARE PEOPLE TOO
by Abby Rosmarin
image via shutterstock
Be kind to your children’s teachers.
Be damn kind to your children’s
teachers. If you drop off your child in the classroom, say hello. Compliment
the new decorations. There’s a good chance he or she worked off the clock to
make the room festive. Remind your children to listen to their teachers. To
respect their teachers. And don’t forget to respect them yourselves, because if
your kids see you act disrespectfully — even at home, even on the phone to your
friends — then they will, to.
Be understanding to your children’s teachers. Don’t
be that parent who points out a typographical error in a newsletter. Understand
that the newsletter was probably typed up at midnight on a schoolnight, with
tired, bleary eyes desperately trying to blink away the exhaustion. Understand
that, much like the decorations, she’s doing this on her own time.
Be realistic in your expectations. Your children’s
teachers are doing all they can to make sure everyone gets a quality education.
That those who need individual education plans will get individual education
plans. That those who need a little extra help will get that extra help. But he
is one teacher amongst upwards of 45 students. If your child is getting a D in
a subject, don’t yell at the teacher. Don’t demand an explanation as to why
your child isn’t making the grade. Help your damn child. Study with him. Work
alongside the teacher; see what you can do to complement the day’s
lessons. Don’t have the time or energy to help turn that D into a B? Then don’t
expect your child’s teacher to, either. You might’ve had a 45-hour work week;
your child’s teacher has a 45-student classroom (and probably a 60-hour week to
Stop it with the snide remarks. Teaching is not
babysitting. Teaching is not a part-time job. Don’t like how kids are taught to
take tests? Take it up with the school district. Take it up with your local,
state, federal politicians. Support government officials who campaign against
standardized testing and universal, cookie-cutter lesson goals. But, for the
love of God, do not use that against your children’s teachers, or any
teacher. Odds are, they are just as frustrated as you, being forced to go down
such a formulaic route that sucks all the joy out of learning.
By the way: “Those who can, do; those who can’t,
teach”? Nah, kid. Those who can, do. Those who can’t, criticize.
Show your gratitude. Your teacher could be in any
other job, with better pay, fewer hours, and considerably less stress. A job
that doesn’t force her to attend hours upon hours of workshops — usually on the
teacher’s dime, and in their free time — in order to keep their job. With the
burnout rate as high as it is, it is small wonder if any teacher can stay at
any school for longer than 5 years. But your children’s teachers are there.
Working tirelessly, usually with administration breathing down their backs,
usually with parents who drop their kids off at 6:30 in the morning, pick them
up at 5:30 that afternoon, and still make the joke that teaching is a
part-time job. Show that you acknowledge and respect what they are doing.
Tell them this. Sometimes the only time a teacher
hears anything from a parent, it’s in the form of a complaint. Sometimes a
formal complaint that will go on the teacher’s record, sometimes over things as
tiny as a typographical error or shoddy penmanship (you laugh, but I’ve seen it
happen). Thank them. You don’t have to buy them presents on Teacher
Appreciation Day, but you damn should write them a Thank You note. Have your
child help you write the Thank You note, if not write a note as well. Tell them
this, because sometimes a parent or student’s gratitude is the only source of
support for a teacher.
Be active with your children. The best, kindest
thing you can do for your children’s teachers is also the best thing you can do
for your children themselves. Care about their field trips. Attend their Open
Houses. Ask about their day and work with them if anything is the matter. For
the love of God, get off your damn cell phone when entering the school.
Be kind to your teachers. If you go in with a low
image of them and the education world at large, if you go in already expecting
the teacher to mess up the education of your young child, if you go in with any
type of improper attitude, you are doing a world of damage.
They are not miracle workers. They are not there
to raise your children in place of you. They are not there to move mountains,
even if they wish to. They are your partners in education. They will do
whatever is in their power to provide instruction and guidance during school
hours (and sometimes beyond). They will lay down the foundations that only the
nurturing from the child’s guardians can build from. They will set out the base
that only the life experiences outside of the classroom can continue from. They
will invest time and money that they don’t have in the name of your children.
They will butt heads with administration, advocate when no one else is
advocating, and sacrifice more than any teacher should sacrifice in the name of
So you better be damn kind to your
*This entire article was copied and pasted fromHERE
I can't tell you how many of us teachers have had
this conversation. Privately behind closed doors or at lunch or with our
spouses at home. Everything stated could not be more spot on. Oh parents,
please remember, we are there to help your kids, teach them, care for them, but
we can only do so much. You, the parents have to pick up where we leave off at
the end of our day.
OMG. Clint Eastwood is now 83, and this is his 25 yr old son. WOW! Can we say he got the exact genes as his old man?
I found it really interesting that Clint Eastwood has SEVEN children with 5 different women, and has only married twice. The first 3-4 kids he actually denied that they were his. Isn't that sad? Geez. Well Mr. Eastwood I don't think you can deny that this fine young man is indeed your son! Hotness!