Goomy? Goemie?

I don't suppose it matters how you spell it. I'm also guessing that it has a variety of different names, depending on location and the generation one speaks to. What on earth am I talking about? A game, of course. But not just any game. Nope, this is a very special game; one I played for YEARS as a child.

It's a jumping game that can be played alone, as individuals, or in teams. All that is required is a few pairs of pantyhose tied together, or a long loop of elastic (and a few chairs if you're going to be playing alone). There are 4 levels at which the jump "rope" can be held - ankles, knees, hips and just under the arms. Then, the "rope" can be normal width (using both legs), or "skinny" (around one leg or with the body turned sideways to reduce the diameter). Finally, there are about 20 different patterns that I can remember (I'm sure there must be more though) that one has to jump through - and each pattern must be completed at each physical level in both normal and skinny. The final hurdle is that each pattern, at each physical level, in both normal and skinny, must also be completed while jogging.

In the team version, every member of the team must complete each sequence before the team can advance. In addition, during 'running' every team member must continue to jog on the spot, even if they are not actually jumping. Should one member stop, the team forfeits their turn.

It's a fabulous game that gives literally hours of entertainment as one negotiates the different levels of difficulty. I haven't played since I was in primary school though - a good 20 plus years ago. So what made me think of it? Nellie's Grade R teacher gave us some exercises to do with her at home to improve her low muscle tone in her pectoral girdle (upper body), and lo, and behold! Goemie is mentioned (though not in as much detail, or with that name, of course)!

I was amazed at how much I can still remember of this game, and how excited I got about the prospect of teaching it to Nellie. I wonder whether I can still do it all - it's a lot easier to jump neatly when you don't have wobbly bits all over.... (as my husband helpfully pointed out yesterday: I would do well at belly dancing because I have one of the most important requirements - a belly. Hmpf!)

Isn't it amazing though how memory works? I can't remember all kinds of other things, from far more recently, but I can remember something from more than 20 years ago with such clarity. I guess repetition must have something to do with it, and I certainly did have plenty of that where this game is concerned!!

Day 11: Something people compliment you on

It's been a while since I posted from the 30 day meme topics, but this one seems to just jump out at me.

In Jan I finally took the plunge and cut my hair. Now I look more like a pixie than ever - pointy chin, small face... if only I had the large eyes to go with it! :)

But since then, at least once a week, I get a compliment on my new hair style.

I can only think I must have been looking REALLY terrible before then.

So why didn't you people TELL me?? Hmm?? You're supposed to care.... if I looked that bad, how could you let me walk around looking like that?

Well, at least I look better now. :))

Appointments

At 8am this morning G had an interesting appointment with "Qqqqqqqqww".

Yup, it seems that Nathan has learnt how to enter appointments into Daddy's cell phone.

The WCED on Twitter

I am often disparaging about the WCED, and the national education dept as a whole, because I feel that (as an organisation) it is incompetent, meddlesome and increases teacher stress by increasing teacher workloads.

However, every now and again there are individuals within it that utterly amaze me. When I come across them I feel compelled to laud them, not just because they deserve it, but because I feel that I need to give praise as much and as often as I can, given that I run the organisation down so often.

So... I was AMAZED to read this blog post by a WCED top honcho about why you need to be on Twitter. I was amazed because he actually operates in my universe. I was amazed because he writes so eloquently. I was amazed because he works for the WCED and yet operates in my universe while writing eloquently (and no, that's not the same point as the first two!)

Go Hendrik Mentz!! You rock!!

Blogging? What's that?

The past few weeks have been so manic that I'm feeling completely disconnected from my online communities. I no longer know what's going on in people's lives - both on- and off-line. I hate it.

I've been chatting to friends at other schools, who all say the same thing. So what is it about 2011 that makes it so much busier than 2010 was? Maybe it's the shorter holiday? Maybe it's the staff development weekend away on the first weekend? Maybe it's my new responsibilities? Maybe it's all 3? But then, why would teachers at other schools say they are feeling the same sort of pressures?

Who knows.

All I know is that I can't WAIT for the end of term, and that I feel completely disconnected from the world.

Actually, having said that, this morning at church I felt like part of a community for the first time in ages. It makes such a difference having people to greet that you know and love.

And speaking of church, I had a minor epiphany this morning. Know how sometimes you get reminded about a particular truth, but it strikes you in a fresh way? Yup, that happened to me this morning. I saw an ex-boyfriend coming in the door. He hadn't seen me. Inside, I felt myself shrivel up, because I just kept wondering what he would think of me if he saw me - whether he thought I was being a fraud, or not. (As with most break-ups, ours was not a pleasant affair. And maybe he's more mature than I am, but in my mind, he's still stuck as being that particular person, and I wasn't a particularly nice person back then. God knows why my friends stuck with me.)

I then saw someone a few rows ahead of me and found myself wondering whether the person was male or female... Clearly I was distracted from worship.

Anyway, then I heard God's small whisper, asking whether it mattered whether the person in front of me was male or female, or whether s/he was a trans-sexual, or had had a sex change, or was trans-gendered, if her/ his worship was heartfelt. And as I realised that it didn't, it struck me that it really doesn't matter what others think of me. What matters is what God thinks of me. I don't have to keep beating myself up for my past mistakes, or my past personality issues. What matters is how God sees me - right here and now. It really doesn't matter what other people think when they see me, or observe me - whether during worship or at any other time. What matters is what God thinks.

God knows I'm only human (not that that's any excuse, but he knows it anyway) and he knows whether I have been trying to live by the Spirit or not. He is the only one who is capable and authorised to judge, and I can trust him to judge not just fairly, but to judge in grace.

That's really freeing.

That also means I can stop trying to assess and judge others- which is also really freeing.

I know, I know - this is old news. But this morning, it became REAL to me in a fresh way. Now... let's see whether it's still real to me tomorrow morning, when the rubber meets the road.

Gobbilicious

I love Nathan at this age! He's just so cute I really could eat him up!

He's learning to talk, and almost every week sees new words being added to his vocabulary. Recently, he learnt about trucks.... except that because he can't say 't', it comes out right. He can't say 'd' properly either, so both 'truck' and 'duck' come out as 'kak'! (For the non-Afrikaans speakers, 'kak' is an Afrikaans swear word that means 'shit'. ROFL!) It's rather interesting to be driving along with him in the car, only to suddenly hear him shouting out as loud as he can: KAK! KAK! KAK! I wonder what other drivers think?

New things he's learnt recently:

• how to put a dvd into the dvd-player (seriously!)
• how to open the front gate by himself
• that standing on the lounge table gets a reaction from both parents
• that drawing on things with a black permanent marker also gets a reaction from both parents

Yup, he's a boy!

But he does have a tender side. He's started obliging and giving big MWAH kisses when I leave for work. Today we went for a picnic at Kirstenbosch, Graeme fell asleep on the picnic blanket. Nathan came and sat next to him, and gently stroked his head. Aahhh!!

Educational technology

For those who are not in the know (i.e. you aren't on the Christmas newsletter list, aren't on Facebook/ Twitter and don't email/ phone/ sms ... we still love you though!) I have a new responsibility at work. I have been given a reduced teaching timetable in order to pick up responsibility for educational technology.

This is a new post at the school, so I'm kind of figuring it out as I go. Essentially, the post has several key priorities - research the current educational technology (from clickers to making use of cell phones in school, to making use of Moodle or anything else vaguely related to schools and learning); creating a holistic & integrated approach for the implementation of EdTech at our school; training of staff in all & anything that will improve their job (i.e. learning how to use email or Excel, or Skype, or whatever).

It's a very exciting post, and I'm loving it already. Of course, as with any job, there are frustrations, but on balance, I think I'm really going to have a fun year. I get to play with gadgets and the web and stuff and call it work! Sigh! Such a hard life!!