One kindergartener punches another. One is sent home "suspended" the other has no visible marks. No big deal right? So when I am told the story, it sounds plausible. The wife adds; "it will go on the other kid's permanent record." Since it isn't my son's record we are talking about, I don't know the true meaning, but I am curious. In addition, we are talking about kindergarten of all things. I am convinced that when the other child is applying to college, the schools arent going to give a rats ass what occurred in kindergarten.
"Hmmm, I see here that you have a perfect score on your SATs and, oh my... you punched a boy 13 years ago. We won't be admitting you to this school!"
What is the reality here? The other kid was suspended the week before Christmas. What is he really missing? Some movies and coloring time.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Sleep and screaming
I take great pride in sneaking into bed without waking anyone (dogs included.) Many-a-night, I've bumped into things or used the wall as a guide to get from the door to the pillow/covers. Its the least I can do to let sleepers sleep when I arrive late. In addition, its a cool independent challenge to navigate by nigh light, alarm clock glow, and shadows.
When you wake up early, the same rules should apply. Sneak yourself out of the room, tip-toe down the stairs and try not to be my FIL and slam cabinet doors. I see this as a simple courtesy. Sadly this viewpoint isn't shared household-wide. Light from the sun will inevitably creep into the room, but it does so very quietly. I'd prefer the absence of noise as I wake, not the screaming or "I want my oatmeal" every freaking morning.
When you wake up early, the same rules should apply. Sneak yourself out of the room, tip-toe down the stairs and try not to be my FIL and slam cabinet doors. I see this as a simple courtesy. Sadly this viewpoint isn't shared household-wide. Light from the sun will inevitably creep into the room, but it does so very quietly. I'd prefer the absence of noise as I wake, not the screaming or "I want my oatmeal" every freaking morning.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
If it wasnt for my checking...
You know when your spouse says they are going to do something or tells you they HAVE done something and then you find out otherwise, it just irks the crap out of you.
Yesterday I changed the air filter in the attic. Not a terribly difficult job because its kinda cool to poke around the attic but at the same time, the attic has insulation that can itch like crazy. So while I replace the upstairs one, the wife says she took care of the basement one. Great! Well today I am looking for an air pump to fill up Eli's new soccer ball (appropriate size 3) and the basement AC kicks on. It sounds rather loud and upon closer look, the door to the AC filter wasnt put on correctly.
However unsurprised I am pails in comparisson to the agitation that would have resulted 3 months from now when I discover that the filter hadnt been on right for the past 3 months. Of course I am the only one that this would bother because mediocrity is embraced by everyone around here but me.
Why is it such a chore to aim for perfection, or better yet, aim to get the job done right the first time.
Yesterday I changed the air filter in the attic. Not a terribly difficult job because its kinda cool to poke around the attic but at the same time, the attic has insulation that can itch like crazy. So while I replace the upstairs one, the wife says she took care of the basement one. Great! Well today I am looking for an air pump to fill up Eli's new soccer ball (appropriate size 3) and the basement AC kicks on. It sounds rather loud and upon closer look, the door to the AC filter wasnt put on correctly.
However unsurprised I am pails in comparisson to the agitation that would have resulted 3 months from now when I discover that the filter hadnt been on right for the past 3 months. Of course I am the only one that this would bother because mediocrity is embraced by everyone around here but me.
Why is it such a chore to aim for perfection, or better yet, aim to get the job done right the first time.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Buy a T-shirt next time
So, I've been to a shed load of places and taken a lot of photos but what have I got to show for it? My memories are kept on the C: drive and its next to impossible to share them all. As a result, I've decided to upload a few from each country to Facebook. Adding to my own personal vanity will soon be a collection of worldly photos illustrating my adventures.
So what's the point of this post? The point is, buy a frickin t-shirt when you go on vacation. It may be 3 for $10 like the ones in Orlando, but at least you can wear it with pride. Show the world you suffered 8 hours on a trans-Atlantic flight, survived the taxi ride, and stood in the city centre. Along with your pictures (saved locally), you can have something a bit more tangible in your possession.
So what's the point of this post? The point is, buy a frickin t-shirt when you go on vacation. It may be 3 for $10 like the ones in Orlando, but at least you can wear it with pride. Show the world you suffered 8 hours on a trans-Atlantic flight, survived the taxi ride, and stood in the city centre. Along with your pictures (saved locally), you can have something a bit more tangible in your possession.
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