My School Photo

Earlier today, Tara over at Sticky Fingers opened her linky for The Gallery: Education. I entered my link (I'm no. 15 if anyone wants a nosey!) and was secretly rather pleased with myself for thinking outside of the box with this week's task.

However, it seems that I may have misunderstood as an awful lot of the entries were of people's school photos circa 1970s/80s. On closer inspection, it transpires that Tara had expressed an interest in this, especially when she mentioned that she was going to be putting together a Bloggers' Yearbook using the photos from the linky.

Ah right, whoops!

Not one to want to miss out, I thought I would offer you my school photograph, taken in 1988 at the tender age of 11 when I was embarking on the journey to secondary school. Here you go:

Come on now, you didn't think I'd actually put a photo of me up, did you?

ShowOff ShowCase: The One That Should Have Done Better

I have been completely and utterly overwhelmed by the amazing response to my first ever linky – 34 link-ups! For such a new blogger, it was a fabulous response and I was very pleasantly surprised. We've all got our blog-posts that have turned out well and therefore we want to feel 'the blog-love' again, nothing wrong with a little self-advertisement every now and again. The theme of 'Most Popular Post' seemed to go down very well last!

But what of those posts that weren't at the 'Top of the Pops' for viewings or comments?

What about the ones that you finished writing, sat back and thought "aha, I am a veritable genius! Watch me smash the record for most views ever!", and the only person who read it was either your best twitter-friend out of loyalty or an insomniac who needed something to help them get to sleep? You've read it back several times, you know it was a decent post and still you can't get the viewings on it. Mainly because people have seen it around and assumed they've read it.

Well that's the one that I want you to link up to this Saturday (26th March). The post that was well-written or funny, but no-one appreciated it enough the first time around. Consider it Second-Chance Saturday, if you will.

The One That Should Have Done Better!

 

I'm off to wade through the one-'hit' wonders on my stats counter, how many entries can we have again?

The linky will go live between 8.00-8.30 on Saturday morning. Please join in again and make my weekend!

Movie Meme: Favourite Actor

Last week I became very excited by MetalMummy's theme until I realised that it wasn't our favourite actor that she wanted us to write about, but more specifically Leonardo di Caprio. I can't really stand his films, with the exception of Shutter Island, so didn't take part. This week, she's been rather lovely and set a theme which allows me to swoon over the marvellous acting talents of:

John Cusack

I remember first seeing him act in the film Stand By Me and was intrigued then. In that film, it's actually River Phoenix that stands out, but Cusack was an interesting choice as Wil Wheaton's older and much-adored brother.

Hubby introduced me to the wonders of one of my favourite films of all time: Grosse Point Blank. To me, this  film epitomises John Cusack. Clever, witty, suave, a bit of action, a bit of romance, a funny leading lady that compliments his kookiness. The plot involves him playing a highly-trained assassin who returns to his high-school, and the girlfriend that he stranded at the prom, for a reunion. It's hysterical and also stars Dan Ackroyd, Minnie Driver and Hank Azaria.

The other classic has got to be High Fidelity featuring the Top 5 (insert random idea here). Inspired acting from the cast, and also features Jack Black at his acting best too. We watched 2012 about a month ago and I can't shake that from my head either, always a sign of a good film.

May I also recommend:

  • ConAir
  • Pushing Tin
  • Runaway Jury
  • American's Sweethearts (borderline sold-out, but still funny. Don't touch Must Love Dogs with a barge-pole)

Oh and he's also quite dishy!

Now pop over and check out the other entries in this week's MetalMummy's MovieMeme

ShowOff ShowCase: Most Popular Post

Welcome to my first ever linky!

I've asked you to link up to your most (statistically) popular post (not competition or review) so that we can all enjoy those little gems all over again. When I checked my own statistics, I wasn't surprised that my top  two posts were competitions (I have had some gems recently: Lucy's Locket Birth Canvas and Personalised Twitter Mug competitions).

My most popular post was my rantings about the delusional pre-conceptions of being pregnant. I didn't realise when I wrote it how I seem to have completely hit the nail on the head for several women! The views on that post went skyhigh that day; triple the amount that I'd had for another post and it saw an increase in followers and blog subscribers, with some amazing comments of support and agreement from so many readers.

I am therefore choosing to link up to: Things They Don't Tell You When You're Pregnant!

I've added it to the linky below and hope you'll add your own too. Go on: celebrate your finest hour! If you'd like to add the button to your post, the code is in the box and then you can point people back here to enjoy little pearls of wisdom.

ShowOff ShowCase

 

Flashback Friday: Family Tree

When my parents got married, my father planted a cherry tree to commemorate the event. As I was born the same year, I always thought of it as my tree.

Look at the poor little thing so spindly and weak.

My brothers and sister and I spent a great deal of time as children playing in the garden. It was our playground, our pirate ship, our stage, our fantasyland. The tree witnessed all of these squeals of joy and tears of frustration. It was used to tie me to, with my waist-length pigtails, whilst my youngest brother went in for tea! The fairies lived in that tree, you know the tooth-fairy and the ones that helped Santa at Christmas when he flew out of Castell Coch to deliver the presents. (I'm from Cardiff, that's what youngsters are told about the Fairy Castle).

Thirty years after it was first planted, this is what my tree had grown up into. I don't have a full height photograph, quite frankly the tree had grown too large! However, to gauge its growth, in the top photograph the bottom two stories of the block of flats can be seen. In this photo, the dark grey line in the background is the top of the three stories.

Last year, my parents moved out of my childhood home for a smaller, more manageable property. It absolutely broke my heart. I was the last person out of the house on the day that they left. I wandered from room to room; trying to imprint  the  smells into my brain, summoning a wealth of memories and being flooded with emotions. I stood in my bedroom infront of the french windows looking out at the view that had been mine for my formative teenage years. The cherry tree always had the most prominent part of that view, guarding and protecting the infants exploring the world beneath its boughs. Leaving the house, and my tree, behind that day was an absolute wrench like no other.

Please pop over to the host's blog to view the other posts for this week's Flashback Friday.

Where are we going wrong? (Guest Post)

The lovely Sabina at DeepInMummyMatters contacted me to ask if I would like to host a post for her. Not only was I incredibly honoured, but the content is quite relevant for me as a teacher. I hope that you'll be able to come up with some suggestions to help her.

Where are we going wrong?

Do you ever get the feeling that you’re failing as a parent?  On the whole I’ve always thought that me and Hubby make pretty good parents, we give our children lots of love and attention, we play with them, we make sure that at weekends we always do something which is specifically for the children (e.g. swimming, play centre or a walk in the park).  We try to always be there to listen if they need to talk and we try our hardest to spread our time fairly amongst the children but over recent months/years with Curly and weeks with Little Bean I’m starting to question whether we really are doing a good job or not.  This post is in relation to Curly . . .

Curly is 9 years old and my husband’s son from his first marriage.  Hubby and Curly’s Mum split up shortly before Curly’s 2nd birthday.  When Curly was about 30 months I began a relationship with his dad and his mum began a relationship with her now husband.  Initially we all thought that Curly had coped very well with the breakup, in each of the relationships his mum and dad introduced their respective partner’s to him gradually over time and he has always been very accepting of both of us.  Everything seemed to be progressing with Curly nicely until his second year at primary school and since then it has got progressively worse.

I know every parent likes to think that their child is bright, but seriously Curly is a very bright little boy, he always comes out top of his class with results and has been moved into the higher capabilities group for maths but every year we get the same response from his teachers; he’s disruptive in class and hard to motivate.  Oh we know that well enough ourselves.  Trying to get him to do something for you is like trying to get blood out of a stone.  We have tried all manner of reward charts, naughty steps etc but nothing works with him.

Last year at School, Hubby and Curly’s mum were asked to go into school to see the Headmaster because his teacher was saying that she could no longer cope with having him in her class, he was too disruptive.  At the same time we were constantly being told by Curly that he was being bullied at school by a group of boys.  This is where it gets difficult: when we spoke to the school about the bullying they said that it was just good old horseplay and Curly was being oversensitive, basically he needed to ‘man up’ a bit.  We started taking him to kick-boxing classes to try to give him confidence and discipline but soon the teacher there was also saying that he was ‘away with the fairies’ and too disruptive in class, he was also starting to get very lippy.  Then Curly decided he didn’t want to do kick-boxing anymore.

Yesterday, we had a new issue with him.  When my MiL picked him up from school, he was stopped by his form teacher to say that he needed to have a meeting with Curly’s mum and dad because he wasn’t prepared to have him in his class anymore.  He simply couldn’t handle his behaviour anymore and basically wasn’t prepared to either.  After a little coaxing, Curly opened up to his nan and said that he wasn’t happy at school.  He then proceeded to roll up his shirt sleeve and show his nan a bruise on his arm and said that was where his teacher had grabbed his arm in class and reprimanded him in front of his class mates!!!  Now, he has been known to tell fibs before so it was drummed into him what a serious accusation this was to make and that he could ruin his teacher’s life if he was telling fibs again.  He swore that we could ask his classmates as they all saw it happen.

This morning my husband and Curly’s mum attended the school for a meeting and it has been agreed that Curly should see an Educational Psychologist for assessment.  They will also speak with Curly’s form teacher to ascertain his side of the story on what happened yesterday.

We were also told by his mum that she has been having an horrendous time with him over the last few weeks and his behaviour has been unmanageable, yet we have had no problems at all?  His mum unfortunately has to work long hours and so he spends a lot of time at his nan and grandad’s house or upstairs in his bedroom whilst his stepdad cooks tea.

His maths teacher said that he has worked closely with Curly for the last few years and describes him as an ‘over-sensitive, very sad and lonely individual . . .’ which as a parent is heartbreaking to hear.

Photo credit: dascot.org

Hubby and I sat down with him last night and tried talking with him, within seconds he broke down into sobs and hid his face in his hands.  He said that he didn’t want to talk but after a little bit of TLC he opened up and said that it was all school.  He was fed up of being picked on and hated it in his class.  Sadly for Curly he has suffered with warts on his hand for years and we have tried many treatments but to no avail.  He said that the other children call him “Germy” and touch him then wipe their hands on others saying they have got his germs now.  Other than that they shorten his surname into a nickname (which isn’t bad at all – for example, if he was Curly Brown they would call him Brownie) but he gets upset by this.  We’ve explained that this is nothing to worry about but he doesn’t like it.  If we go to a park and other children are playing he will get very upset if the other children don’t include him in their games and say that no-one likes him.

How do we help him with his self-esteem issues and can anyone recommend a good cure for warts????

ShowOff ShowCase

One of the things that intrigues me about blogging is that you can never predict how posts are going to be received by the readers. Hours spent slaving over what you deem to be the wittiest or most emotional post in the world can result in five readers and no comments. While those five readers are of course valued, what on Earth made it so boring that no-one else wanted to read?

Then, of course, there are the posts that are received so warmly, the little line on the site statistics chart explodes stellar-ward! While it might have caused a chuckle typing it up using a smartphone application in the middle of the night sat in an uncomfortable Ikea bucket chair, surely it wasn't that funny? (Bizarrely, some of my best received posts are typed in that sorry excuse for a chair!)

This all got me thinking about posts. Which are the most popular? Which died a death? Which shouldn't have been written? I want to know your posts, and so I bring you…

Starting this Saturday I would like you to link up to a specific post that falls into the category I select. This week it is:

The Most Popular Post

By this, I mean the most views for a single post.

So you have your homework and three days to find that little gem! Repost it on Saturday, use the code for the above button (that I'll provide on my own post) and then pop back and link up.

Go on, Show Off, you know you want to!

Music I Want my Children to Listen to: The Stereophonics

Continuing my theme of flying the Welsh flag (Manic Street Preachers a few weeks ago, it'll be Catatonia, Duffy and Martin Joseph next!) I am choosing one of my favourite 'Cool Cymru' bands to listen to. They are especially good on a sunny Spring or Summer day, with the windows down and when everything is right with the world!

The Stereophonics really remind me of being in university and discovering my identity as a young adult.  I did my teaching degree in Newport and there were quite a few people either from Cwmamon (the 'Phonics home-town) or a nearby village. There was a real sense of local pride in the local boys that were 'doing good'.

The music that they released in their first few albums is my preference, although I'm partial to any of it; I adore Kelly Jones' husky and soulful voice. What was surprising about their debut album, Word Gets Around, was that although it instantly charted at number six, the three main songs from it that are now probably some of their most famous failed to reach the top twenty in the charts: Local Boy in the Photograph, More Life in a Tramps Vest and A Thousand Trees. The 'Phonics became more popular and successful in the charts with the release of Performance and Cocktails, and its raucous The Bartender and the Thief. As far as I am aware, their only number one has been 2005's Dakota.

I've seen them in a number of venues, the last time was in Cardiff, and I'll confess to thinking that Kelly Jones looked like he'd sold out. We didn't stay for the encore, both feeling a little disappointed. I've wiped it from my mind really, preferring to remember them in their prime of the early 2000s.

On that note, I shall leave you with my personal favourite:

Listography Goes Retro: Penny Sweets

In honour of Lent and in remembrance of all those times as a child that she gave up sweets for the 40 days, KateTakes5 has bestowed upon the Listography this week the theme of Retro Sweets.

I didn't eat that many sweets as a primary school child, mainly because my mum wouldn't buy them and I wasn't allowed to walk down to the town (I had no road sense until about 13) therefore sneakily buying some. It wasn't until I was in secondary school in Cardiff that I used to partake of this childhood ritual. My friend and I would disembark the bus, walk over to the newsagents who would patiently count out our 13p's worth of sweets (or whatever was left over from out lunch money).

I still adore penny sweets but hardly have them anymore; I like jelly and foam sweets, hubby likes fizzy ones which for me are a 'no-no'. Therefore I am casting my mind back in fondness to the following favourites:

  • Milk bottles
  • Cola bottles (The chewy ones not the hard ones, and definitely not the fizzy beasts)
  • Foam bananas
  • Chewy strawberries
  • Fried eggs

How do you perceive me? The 1 Word Meme

This is such an incredibly difficult post to write. Not because it is making me face up to a powerful and traumatic memory, but because it is not in my nature to self-congratulate. Most people are the same.

I discussed this with the Year Four class  that I teach on Thursday mornings in my R.E. lesson. Their task was to identify their most positive personality trait, their 'gift from God'. I warned them that it was difficult, however I was pleasantly surprised how easy they found it to do. Within two minutes we had post-it notes all over the white-board with a range of personal qualities. Some of them were unrepeated: unique, thoughtful, and one child wrote weird; whilst the vast majority of the class opted for caring, kind and helpful. I Found it really interesting that not only do they perceive themselves as that, but that's what they wanted others to see in them.

So if children can do it, why can't adults? I know it's in our nature to be self-deprecating but not this time!

The lovely Michelle over at MummyFromTheHeart has decided that we all need a little positivity and congratulations in our life. As I look out of the window at the dull, grey weather brought to us at this miserable time of year, I am inclined to agree with her that we need a way of lifting out spirits. In the lady's own words (please excuse the editing):

"…an email I received a few years back … was about the power of positive affirmations and how knowing what positive things others think of you can boost your own self-esteem.  It talked of an inspirational teacher who got all her children to write one positive word down to describe the other children in the class and then they had to hand them in.  The teacher then collated all the positive words for each child into a special sheet for them and handed it to them to read and keep.  They learnt that their peers saw them in ways they had never imagined and it had an immense effect on them…

Well, what about if us bloggers and virtual friends did something similar?  How marvellous would we all feel to learn these new facets of ourselves that we did not know existed… If people are kind enough to give us a compliment we should be gracious enough to accept it…. and why not go one step further and actually go out and ask for it?

Well that is what I want us all to do.  I am creating a meme, called the 1 Word Meme and I would love for every one of us to be able to collate all the the positive words left by our real life friends, virtual friends and fellow bloggers so that we each have a sheet of positive affirmations to treasure and boost our self-esteem."

Then she tagged me. I am incapable of saying no to someone if they ask for help or ask me to do something. It comes from my need to be thought positively. Therefore you'd think tagging me would be a good thing, it may affirm my need to be liked. Here's the killer though, <shhh> what if no-one likes me enough to respond? (Excuse me while I hyperventilate a second).

So here's what you have to do:

– Just write one word in the comments box below to finish this sentence off (and please be nice, or I might cry)

TheBoyandMe is…

And because this is a meme I have to tag people and challenge them to do the same. So I challenge you:

Please be kind to me.

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