Tagged: rants

Thoughts on Education. 10

Thoughts on Education.

Today was the first day of school for our district.  Yeah, they start early.  I don’t really know why.  When I was a kid I remember we went back to school at the very end of August, around the 30th.  Once I got to high school they started a week earlier every year it seems.   Anyway, today the bus came up and to the corner and Rosie didn’t get on it.  She didn’t go to Kindergarten.  I didn’t register her.  All of her...

Revolutionary Ideas. 4

Revolutionary Ideas.

We went to the library recently for preschool story time.  They have signs and info everywhere, and the children’s librarian made a special announcement: It’s time to enroll your child for kindergarten!  Attend the library’s special getting ready for kindergarten events!  Here’s a list of books to read to your child to get them used to the idea of going off to school! So I’m really doing it.  I am not enrolling Rosie for school. It’s one thing to talk about...

Sorry ’bout your luck… 11

Sorry ’bout your luck…

Today we tried to get Rosie a replacement social security card, because her other card has disappeared.  I keep all of our social security cards together in our file folder of important papers in an envelope, but somehow Rosie’s isn’t there anymore.  Neither of us can remember taking it out, and a crazy search of every nook and cranny in the entire house turned up nothing.  I just saw it last year when I had to get out Tyler’s social security card.  Mystery where...

2/365 0

2/365

Splash! 2/365 (Taken with the 60mm lens, f/2.8, ISO 800, exposure 1/30, using the Canon 40D.) Ada is so big now, she is able to play in the bathtub without slipping at all.  She absolutely loves it. Ada and Rosie have a blast playing in the tub together.  I love seeing them enjoy being together. I bought a new lens, but UPS has been holding it hostage.  It was scheduled to be delivered on December 30th, and I got all excited. Then on Thursday...

He loves her more than me. 3

He loves her more than me.

My dog Hank is something special. He’s an American Foxhound.  We got him from the shelter when Rosie was a baby.  He was biding his time, just about out of days until…you know.  The shelter warned us not to adopt him because he was a handful. Apparently he escaped one day and ran out of the automatic doors, down a busy four lane road, and no one could catch him.  They gave up.  A few hours later he came right back...