Scheiss Weekly

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Yes, Internet, There IS A Santa Claus.

Mamacita says: It makes me sad that so many parents are not allowing their children to dwell in the world of innocent fantasy.  These parents feel that to allow it is equivalent to lying to their children about what is real and what isn’t. Don’t they understand that to a child, both worlds are real?  [...]

You Are Santa Claus. Do Your Job.

Mamacita says:   Whether or not you celebrate Christmas has nothing whatsoever to do with being Santa Claus for someone. Call it whatever you wish: just call it something, and go forth and do it. Letting your soul curl up into a ball of resentment because YOUR religion, or lack of such, doesn’t “do” Christmas is [...]

Not To Mince Words: Some Parents Are Scum

Mamacita says:  I used to look at my young students every day and wonder what they went home to every night. Sometimes I did know, and my heart broke for them daily. With others, I had no idea. When a child comes to school in rags, shoes held together with tape and rubber bands, it’s [...]

Roast Beef, Grilled Cheese, & Traditions

Mamacita asks:  Where do these family traditions get started? Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did it that way because her mother always did it that way. So the young husband [...]

Where Were You When The Planes Hit?

My tribute to Craig Damian Lilore can be found here. Mamacita says:  I’m guessing that many most bloggers will be posting tributes this weekend, and telling the blogosphere ‘where we were’ when the planes hit the World Trade Center. Here is mine. This is actually the second third fourth fifth sixth seventh time I’ve posted [...]

Helicopter Parents of College Students? You’ve GOT To Be Kidding!

Dear Helicopter Parents of College Students: Your kid is raised. Stop raising him. If he’s still an immature weenie, let life hand him/her some consequences. It’s about time somebody did. Love, Professor MeanJane P.S. Your kid is nineteen years old and still can’t remember to bring a pencil to school. And no, he can’t borrow [...]

To Literally Pinch a Loaf. . . .

Mamacita says:  I never hear the word “loaf” without remembering the last junior high dance I ever chaperoned.  I always loved to chaperone those little dances, even though we were not paid for doing so, unlike the teachers who worked the ball games and got the big bucks. . . .Okay, let’s not go there. [...]

No-Bake Cookies, Again? Your Wish Is My Command

Mamacita says:  Hot weather must have arrived for good because I’ve had a kazillion (rough estimate) requests for the NoBake Cookies recipe, so here is the one I use. Please bear in mind that I do not use actual measuring spoons for recipes I use a lot. ======= NoBake Cookies Put the following in a [...]

Back Off – Your Kids Don’t Need An Adult Best Friend

Mamacita says:  I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom sitting on the floor, playing paper dolls with us, and showing us how to dress [...]

Frog, Frogs, Arlo & Susie, The Frog Prince, and Me

Mamacita says:  Sometimes I wonder how I ever decided to become a teacher, what with my lower-than-low opinion of people who aren’t interested in lifelong learning, my intolerance and complete disdain of willful ignorance, my disregard of any rule that I personally find stupid, and my total lack of interest in staying inside any kind [...]