Thursday, January 29, 2009

When you can walk on water, I guess you won't slip on ice.

Can I just say????????????
(That's how I always start a "rant" off to my sister and Goldilocks when I must get something off my chest)

Can I just say???????????


Our president spoke this morning about the school closings in Washington.
Mr. Obama stated, "Because of what? Some ice? . . . We're going to have to apply some flinty Chicago toughness to this town."


As a former public school teacher, I am more than a little peeved at his comments.

Dear Mr. President...........here are some questions for you.

Do you have ANY idea how many people have to be at a school in order for the doors to open?

A decision to close a school is based not only on the "opening bell" time, but on the ability of all the support staff and people behind the scenes to safely arrive at their destinations. They must start the whole process HOURS before the kids actually arrive in class.

The cafeteria workers have to get there long before the kids to open the kitchen and make the breakfast for those kiddos that have parents who don't seem to think that's a priority. (I taught PreK......don't get me started on the whole breakfast thing..........don't EVEN get me started!)



(Anyone remember "Sloppy Joe....Sloppy Sloppy Joe......." from Adam Sandler's "Lunch Lady" song?? I miss you, Chris Farley)

The janitors have to get there long before the kids to open the building and prepare it for the day.



The bus drivers have to figure out how to maneuver a GIANT 14-Ton Yellow Projectile on Wheels bus around the ice, all the while keeping one eye on the rearview mirror so all the passengers stay safe, seated, and not bullied and pummeled by Little Johnny the minute the driver isn't looking.

(You see, Mr. President, a VAST majority of kids get to school by way of bus.............not by way of chauffeured Lincolns with secret service men.)

Do you have any idea how much school officials angst over this decision?---a decision that has to be made in the wee early morning hours based on looking into a crystal ball to try and GUESS what the next 6 hours will bring?




A decision that can cause them HUNDREDS of pissy irate phone calls down the line when Little Johnny's mom calls to complain that he will be counted absent on the inclement weather make up day that Spring because it cuts into their already scheduled vacation plans.

SCHOOL: "Mrs. Little Johnny, we aren't telling you you can't take him on vacation, we are just telling you he will be marked absent."
MRS. JOHNNY: "But he wants the Perfect Attendance sticker/prize/free happy meal coupon that he has been earning all year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So sorry Mrs. Johnny, there isn't a prize for "Almost-Perfect-Attendance".......we'll suggest that at the next school board meeting.

(by the way....teacher's have always noticed the DIRECT correlation between the "perfect attendance" and "little Johnnies"............poorly behaved children are RARELY absent.)

Not to mention the fact that private schools making this decision have a much easier time deciding whether making-up days will be necessary.............they aren't under the same State and National regulations for the required number of instructional days in order to get Educational funding!

I know, I know, I know, I can hear you now.........."Snow White, darling.....you need to chill out...he was just making a joke....get over it!"

I just don't think you should be "dissing" your new turf's decisions when you have only lived there EIGHT DAYS! EIGHT DAYS! He's still technically a tourist in that place!

Being the President means you just can't SAY stuff like that! You must THINK before you speak to a gabillion cameras, Barry!


If Chicago is so great with all their "flinty toughness"............maybe you need to return........so your girls can go to school every day.

I have some HOPES of my own today concerning school closings and the administrators in the positions to make the call on cancellations................

I HOPE that everyone got to work safely today.

I HOPE that no bus driver had drive on tricky ice with a busload of screaming kids today.

I HOPE that Little Johnny doesn't slip on black ice today or his mother will sue the school district.

Moral of the story: The school districts are just making the decisions based on what they think is the SAFEST for the kids. You do your President thang and let them do their school thang.

(By the way.......I didn't think of that catchy title about walking on water.......I read it off of a comment from "nog45"on a political blog.....I loved it so much, I couldn't resist. It made me laugh.)


Okay..........I'm done..........I feel better now. Sorry you had to hear that.

OOOPS! ....I lied....just one more thing:

FOOTNOTE! Here is what the Associate Head of School had to say about it: (This is from The Washington Post website)

"At Sidwell Friends, Associate Head of School Ellis Turner replied to the president's challenge in an e-mail to The Washington Post.

"No question, the president is right," Turner wrote. "The next time it snows, we would like to invite him to help us make the decision. His involvement will make it much easier to explain to our students why they won't be able to spend the day sleeping and sledding."

Turner added a tongue-in-cheek reference to the president's school-age years in the Pacific islands: "Or, I suppose Sidwell Friends could merge with Punahou, move our classrooms to Hawaii and never worry about the weather again."




Saturday, January 24, 2009

AUNT DREA!

I am an Aunt AGAIN!

Meet my newest nephew...........Master Otis R.


(I put the "R." middle initial in there because I really think he looks like a "Rocco", but his mommylindsay and daddymarcus went with Otis and I'm respecting that.......to an extent.......but I'm giving him a middle name in my head.)


(Shhhhhh! Don't tell.....it will be our little secret, Otis, just between you and your Aunt Drea.
If you keep the secret, my little Rocco, I will buy you things.)






Look at that FACE! I just want to eat him for lunch he's so cute!


Otis is a rescue dog from the DFW Shih-Tzu/Lhasa Apso rescue.
http://www.dfwtzusandmorerescue.com/

I was sooooooooooo excited when my sister said she was going to adopt from a rescue place.
I love rescue dogs. When you look into their eyes, they say, "Thank You". There are so many of them out there waiting to love on someone.



If I had it my way, I would adopt at least two a year...........however, I enjoy the whole "being married" aspect of my life so I don't really push the issue.

After PeeWee found me last February, T put a screeching halt on dog adoptions. I have accepted the fact that if I sign any "adoption papers", I will more than likely be signing these kinds of papers:

within hours.

Lindsay says he isn't all Shih-Tzu, but I want to say that he is. Why? Because we all love saying Shih-Tzu three times really fast around here. Do it right now. Say Shih-Tzu three times really fast.

It's like that feeling you get when you sing a cuss word lyric from a song when you are a kid.......it's like a "gimme"......it's not like you MEANT to say it.........it's just part of the lyric...or, in this case, part of the breed name.

(If you are trying to think of an example, just think back to Charlie Daniel's Band's "Devil Went Down to Georgia".....

after Johnny finished opening a can of whoop-ass with his fiddle playing and he tells the Devil to "come on back if he ever wants to try again....I done told you once, you *** ** * *****,......... I'm the best that's ever been!")


R suggested Otis make good friends with a nice, lady Bulldog and then they could have little "Bull-shih-t's".

My niece, Lily, (who stayed with me this summer), seems to really like her new brother.
"We play togefer 'cuz we lub eech ubber"



I love to watch dogs play. It makes my heart SMILE. When I get old and am stuck in a wheelchair, just park me in a room full of dogs so I can watch them play.......with an iPod full of Stevie Nicks songs stuck in my old wrinkly ears. (ARE YOU READING THIS, RYAN?)



I'm actually so glad Lily has a sibling to play with. Ooops-----rather, "a sibling with which to play"---if a preposition at the end of a sentence gives you the willies like it does me.


Lily sez: "I lub my Aunt Drea"
Otis R. sez: "I lub my Aunt Drea, too"
Aunt Drea sez: "I lub my Cow-town buddies!"

Long Time, No Blog!

Long overdue greetings to my five readers vast reading audience!

(If I were Catholic, I would say, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned.....it's been one month since my last blog entry..............)

Let me explain why it's been so long since I've blogged----it's the same, exact reason I don't scrapbook daily life (I only scrapbook things like vacations that have a start and an end).


Once I get "behind", then I think I can't start unless I go BACK and do all the stuff that has happened. Is that as clear as mud?

So, in order to move on with my life and feel whole again, I decided to do a quick recap of all things I was GOING to blog about, but didn't.

Here goes:
#1. Thanksgiving:
We spent Thanksgiving at T's parents house and went golfing on this cute little par 3 course near their house.


"Get in the hole!!!" (don't you hate those guys at tournaments that yell that?)

The boys with Grandma J and Grandpa J



Check out these cuties that I made a looooong time ago!

Back in "the day", I would find a cute idea, go buy the stuff and actually MAKE it--as evidenced here with these clever terra-cotta pot thingys. Now I find the idea, say, "That's cute!", buy the stuff to make it and then cram the stuff in the closet under the stairs never to be seen again.


Everything you need to know we learned in cotillion.
Thanksgiving etiquette lesson #1.....how to gracefully eat Reddi-Whip.

Checklist: Thanksgiving...................DONE! Moving on.

#2 Christmas Lights Parade.
R's youth group decorated a "float" for the Festival Of Lights parade put on by the fire departments in our area.



All the neighborhoods come out and line the streets to see all the decorated firetrucks and various entries.

It's really cool to see all the different fire departments pile all these lights and Santa's and surprises on their trucks.




(Goldilocks and Papa Bear volunteered their oober cool truck)

R and his Youth Director, K!

Checklist: Christmas Lights Parade..................DONE.....moving on.

#3 Family Christmas:
Boys get an XBox360 and Guitar Hero World Tour.


Love that XBox.

Checklist: Family Christmas...........DONE! Moving on........

#4 T's Family Christmas:

We went to T's parents house for a formal picture, then presents and yummy dinner!


My three are on the left---then there's T's dad, brother, and my two "human" nephews, J#1 and J#2. (I say "human" because I do have a canine niece and a canine nephew, too! I'll introduce you to them soon!) Don't have a picture of the whole group----just all the boys.

I do have this pic of what I wore for the picture, though!
It's a.........a......dr........dre........dres......DRESS!

It's the first time I've worn a dress since 1996.
Check out the shoes...................they're "fancy" pointy toe shoes.


I felt important walking around in them because they "click" and make that sound that my sister's shoes make when I'm on the phone with her and she is walking to her car after work. That sound that screams out, "I am woman, hear me ROAR, I am important...........I wear heels on a DAILY basis.....not just for weddings and funerals." Sometimes when I'm alone in the house I wear them and pretend that I am a CEO of some important company and have a desk with important file folders and a secretary that brings me Starbucks.

CALL OF DUTY WORLD AT WAR! Let's get violent, bloody, and shoot people!

T's Brother, his wife, "J", T, and Snow

G just loves hugs....can't you tell?

Checklist: Christmas #2...................DONE! Moving on................

#5 Snow White's Family Christmas:

SKIING IN BRECKENRIDGE!
I finally learned how to ski and I loved it! (except for the frostbitten fingers and toes)


Snow White's first BLUE! (see the proof in the background?)
Bonanza was the name of my first blue run.............I love that word, "Bonanza".....it's like my favorite word now. Say it............"bonanza".............it means "she who skis with grace" in Swahili.

G and T.......see T's ski jacket, circa 1981?
Yeah, that's right.........I said NINETEEN EIGHTY ONE (ish). Complete with the tight waist band that rides up all day long and everything. I wouldn't be surprised if it once had big ol' shoulder pads or an acid wash jean interior. When you put it on, it makes you want to say things like, "Gag me with a spoon"....or "Totally Tubular, dude". That T, he is one stylin' skier.....and he INSISTS on wearing that damn coat every year.

(I hate that coat...........just HATE it............if my house were burning, I would run back in the house just to make sure that coat was going up in flames........and then, while laughing an evil and joyful laugh, I would run back out after rescuing all things good and holy.....humans, pets, and all my Stevie Nicks shawls.)

Lindsay and Marcus at Happy Hour......everyone's FAVORITE time of day!

DaddyBill, R, MommyCee........gotta take breaks from skiing to let the old people have a rest now and then.



Sistahs! I love my sistah!


No, that's not the abominable snowman....it's R.

Geriatric Gold Medal Winners Breckenridge 2008!


Checklist: Breckenridge...................DONE! Moving on...............

WHEW! I'm done! I feel whole again! Hello again, blogging world! It's nice to be back in the game:-)