No, this is not about how school districts today close school way more than when I was a kid.
No, this pet peeve is about how people act before an anticipated snow storm. They flock to the grocery store and stock up like they are going to be home bound for a week or two, or a month (or so it seems, by the bare shelves in the grocery stores).
And I'm not talking about the people who are truly out of the necessities. I'm talking about those who look like they are stocking their underground bomb shelter, or for Y2K ...anyone remember that?
Seriously, when was the last time you were stuck, inside your house, and truly could not go anywhere for more than two days?
In 2003, we had just moved to Washington D.C. It snowed 22". The next day we were outside walking around. And the next day, we drove to the grocery store and out to eat.
People stock up on bottled water. Really? You think the water is going to shut off? You really think there will be no water available for you to drink?
Loaves of bread are piled in grocery carts. So, you're thinking that you need 16 loaves of bread to tied you over until you can climb yourself out of the snow that has drifted as high as your house?
Who knows, maybe this "snowstorm of the century" will prove me wrong.
This is a picture of an actual snow day in 1984 (or what first graders call the "olden days"). We would listen intently to the television or radio, praying that our school's name would be called. There was no school phone call, e-mail, text or even a website to check. Nope, just good old fashion "waiting."
As for school districts canceling school for snow, ice or that it's just too cold, yeah, it's annoying sometimes. But they are just trying to do what is best for our children. If school has not been cancelled and you think it is unsafe, keep your kid home from school. If school is cancelled and you are wondering why, just deal with it. Your complaining won't reverse their decision.
I'm done now. Thanks for listening. I guess I'll go wait for the phone to ring..."this is the school district..." Oh, and if you need nourishment, we have enough Cheez its, dry cereal and juice boxes to last a year. Come on over.
I know I write a lot about Legos, but between that and soccer, we don't talk about much else (except potty humor, which I will not go into here).
I like Legos. I think they are a great toys for kids that spark creativity, help tune fine motor skills and teach focusability (I just made that word up - it means the ability to focus on one thing for more than 8.3 seconds). More importantly, the boys LOVE Legos.
What I don't like about Legos is that they take over your house.
The kitchen table: Bookshelves: Writing desks: The basement ledge... and here: Window sills: And let's not forget the room that everyone sees when they walk in the front door... along with the fireplace located in this same room: I have also found them in the kitchen sink, my bed, the bathroom, on the stairs, in the laundry room, and in the van.
Is this one of those things that veteran moms will tell me I will miss in a few years?
Zach, seven, is in first grade. Adam is eight and in second grade. Their favorite subjects in school are lunch, gym, and recess, in that order. First Day of School post.
The boys love to read, play the Wii, and play outside with their neighbors. Zach likes to make up "worksheets" with math and reading problems for us to complete. Adam can be found with his nose in a book.
Summer consisted of going to the pool. Pretty much as often as we could. Scott is still trying to hang on as a soccer player in a young man's game, although his injuries continue to pile up and the knees are squeakier than ever. He still work as an investigator for the Department of Defense and he even managed to squeeze in a few more rounds of golf this year.
Susan continues to work in the communications field and tries to say she is "working" when she's really checking Facebook or posting on Twitter. She's still the boss of the house, holds every other title as well, except for Chief Financial Officer, which Scott has yet to give up. Two small side trips include to Hutchinson's Salt Mine and Cosmosphere, and a short trip to Dodge City.
(Disclaimer: these are not the best photos regarding composition or color or that "one great shot," these are photos that pretty much represent our daily life.)
We would listen intently to the television or radio, praying that our school's name would be called. There was no school phone call, e-mail, text or even a website to check. Nope, just good old fashion "waiting."
