Take a minute Monday

Wow, this is being posted late! This was our first day back to school since the Christmas break and I guess it's taking me a while to get into my routine. Here's a little humor to start the week...

Never try to teach a pig to sing....it wastes your time and annoys the pig!

--Anonymous

Take a minute Monday

Be careful to leave your sons well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant. --Epictetus

Take a minute Monday

Take a minute this monday to think about Christmas. (As if you could think about anything else right now!)

Merry Christmas to everyone on the Bloggyland North Pole Tour. Here are some Christmas quotations from quotegarden.com to get you in the spirit.









Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.

~Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christmas















Oh, for the good old days when people would stop Christmas shopping when they ran out of money. ~Author Unknown

In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!’
~Dave Barry, “Christmas Shopping: A Survivor’s Guide”

And my favorite.....




And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ‘till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little
bit more.
~Dr. Seuss

Take a minute Monday

This is one of my favorite poems....

The Reading Mother

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath

I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be-
I had a Mother who read to me.

by Strickland Gillilan

Stay Tuned for tomorrow's post for Teaching Tuesday: Our unit on Hansel & Gretel.