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I would love to be multitalented ....but I aint......*grins*

I have resurrected this thread in order to add new coolness points.

Starting tomorrow I will be writing iPad software and learning animation techniques and opengl.

So. Add in my jazz points. Carry the three. Factor out my shlub clothes...

Hmm. I may escape complete dorkdom in the next decade. :D

That's 105%!

You're teh awesome. :)

Thanks. You're a doll.

I am definitely not cool. My teenagers tell me so all the time, and they know everything.

I was cool before it was cool.

Yes, but that doesn't mean anyone should stick pins in her.

Why am I cool?
 

I play with computers all day. I do it to help doctors and other people who work at a hospital to treat patients.

On the weekends, I take my kids out all day long, going to the science museum, or to Lego Land (we have had season passes to both). In the car, I play classical music, and later on I hear them humming the parts.

I do everything my own way, regardless of how long it takes or how much I'm overthinking it. I'm honest whether you want me to be or not.

I listen to people and try to empathize with them as deeply as I can. I treat everyone with the same respect, regardless of whether they are the housekeeper or the CEO. (This works better for me in real life than on the internet.)

I had my picture on the front page of the hometown newspaper where my hospital is located, dressed as the Joker (full face paint, green hair, tailored purple suit) with a caption stating that I "brought the house down with my authentic Joker laugh."

And, I have a vintage 1970s Ludwig clear acrylic bass drum with blue rope lights mounted inside the shell--!

I've raised both dogs and cats from birth, including bottle feeding, making them go potty, and everything in between.

Haggis! (in a friendly sort of way ...)






I'm cool because I translate rock song lyrics from Russian into English.
'Nuff said :cool:

My nieces think I am cool. So do some of their mates.

Apparently I am their 'cool auntie'.

Like Dana, I am cool because kids think I am cool.

When I eat in the canteen I create a rush of children at my table. They should seat 8 children, but obviously I take up two spaces as a larger adult (compared to two six year olds).
It turns out we can get ten (inc me) if we really try.
I do remonstrate with them, but as long as there is space on the table, they don't mind if half their arses are hanging off the end of the benches.

I am able to negotiate with Tiger by promising to sing to him.
"If we read to page 6 then I'll sing you the woah-oh-woah-woah song."
Which is What's New Pussycat, from my singing cat puppet.
Or A Mouse Lived in a Windmill which I used when we were stuck on Where and There on his wordwall.

How cool is that?
Bribing a child with singing?
I must have such a wonderful voice!
Well. At least it works with him.

My other child is fixated on Angry Birds, to the extent I've started playing it online in an attempt to see how I can use it in lessons.

True.

I got the biggest head a couple weekends ago. I was with my son's Webelos den, and we were roasting marshmallows over a fire. I'm pretty anal about roasting marshmallows. I want them to be evenly golden brown all over and sagging off of the stick, indicating they are warmed up and gooey throughout. The boys were trying to do a good job of roasting, but just don't know the tricks yet. One of them saw my perfect marshmallow just before I was about to put it on my s'more, and exclaimed "Mr. Glatt!" in a very approving tone of voice. And then one of the others looked over and said "Mr. Glatt!" and then a few more, all in awe of my perfect marshmallow. And then finally, one who is a little loud, kind of yelled "MR. GLATT!" And then all the other parents who were milling around stopped what they were doing to look at my perfect marshmallow. So I spent the next ten minutes explaining the finer details of roasting a perfect marshmallow to a dozen boys. They all got to be pretty good.

Glatt, nice story :)

Thats great glatt.

Oh, and there certainly is an art to roasting the perfect marshmallow.

Y'know, they get evenly gooey on the inside when you catch them on fire too. Plus, you get to catch them on fire. There is a certain cool factor among scouts that age that comes from catching stuff on fire.

From one Webelos Dad to another. :)