The Beached Cargo Song

Posted on October 29th, 2007 in Uncategorized by samk

 

Down, down, down at the bottom of the beach

Here we see a ship that has flipped and dumped cargo

People stealing shirts, pants and tank tops at the beach

Down, down, down at the bottom of the beach

Most of the cargo is dirty and pretty sandy too

But that doesn’t stop our friends from taking what they can

Down, down, down to the bottom of the beach

Here we see a ship that has flipped and dumped cargo

Down, down, down at the bottom of the beach……..

 

Tune from Spongebob Squarepants

A Grandparent’s Mind

Posted on October 18th, 2007 in Uncategorized by samk

I always wonder what goes through a grandparent’s mind. I know that most of them are filled with wisdom and knowledge. What are they thinking when they give you a big hug or are buying you presents? I also know that a grandparent’s mind has heard it all before. No lame excuses with them. A retired grandparent has all the time in the world to condition and exercise their mind. They see the world around them and know, in their minds that it is changing; for better and for worse. A grandparent will may see something about you that they don’t like such as a haircut, but will never say anything. Although you may not know this: a grandparent is one of the best sources of information. Sure, their style of sharing that information may not be the most thrilling, but they do have that knowledge that only time can give.

Term 4 Goals

Posted on October 9th, 2007 in Uncategorized by samk

This term I am going to…..

- Ask for help when I need it.

-Make the most of my last term at T.A.I.

-Listen and learn enthusiastically at Life Ed

-Stay on task with my group

-Participate enthusiastically in social dance

-To keep my tote tray tidy

Being Elderly

Posted on October 9th, 2007 in Uncategorized by samk

If I was old I wouldn’t care what people thought of me. I would say what I want when I want. I would watch the world change around me and remind others of how it used to be. People would pick my brains for advice and knowledge. I would yell at the newspaper and newspaper. If I saw something that confused me I would make no attempt to understand it. I wouldn’t need a cane but I would have a long and pointy one that I would use solely for poking. I wouldn’t have a license to drive but I would drive anyway. I would be able to cook but I never would; I’d leave it up to somebody else. I would never sit down but instead pace up and down barking orders like a drill sergeant. People would find me frustrating. Just the way I like it.