Morning all. Paper has been rescued from the driveway and medications ingested, so that’s the two things I had to do this morning. Cloudy but no rain (yet) and only getting to 84F according to the Weather Wizards. Not much on the agenda for today, we’ll see if I’m motivated enough to vacuum around the house.
FCM, you’re probably right, but the ‘butter’ had a crust about an eighth of an inch thick on it and I have two other packages of cheese slices, so…
nellie, I did click on it and then clicked away immediately.
Unknown, that’s a scary way to wake up. But I’ll remember the tip about peroxide and cold water…
Oopsie, only danger from not being here for awhile is a tacklehug from swampy. Sounds like it’s been a tough week…but good news on the insurance front.
OK, back to doing my morning web catch-up. All y’all have a good Firday.
Rainy morning but went to the park anyway.
Only one other person there and I left when he did, thinking nobody else was going to show up.
Got a text from one of my friends saying she was on the way, but I was already home by then.
I think it’s supposed to rain all day.
I’m another one who will keep food past the expiration dates, especially if still unopened.
If it’s bad though, into the trash it goes. My mother’s first ex bf wouldn’t throw anything away. Got it from his mother, I guess. When he and my mother went to clean out her house after she died, they had to throw away a lot of food that had gone bad. Like swollen cans, and discolored dry goods.
I am picky about leftovers though. I’ll only keep those for 2-3 days.
Oopsie, there are days I don’t feel like posting. Nothing much to say, or I start typing and think nobody wants to read a damn novel, so I delete it and move on.
How scary for you Unknown.
I hope Polar’s surgery goes well Taters. Poor boy.
Nobody accompanies me in the bathroom. The powder room is too small, I wouldn’t be able to close the door. I’m pretty sure the it used to be a closet.
Ripple isn’t allowed in the bathroom since the day he grabbed the end of the toilet paper and took off through the house with it. A few baths convinced him that he really doesn’t want to be in there anyway. The only time Adam follows me anywhere is if I am heading in the direction of his food. For whatever reason, Echo seems to be scared of the bathroom.
Today’s agenda is irk and finish laundry.
Such fun!
Parents waiting at the bus stop with their kids. Right now on the corner near me there are 2 kids maybe 10 or 11 years old or so waiting for the school bus. Each one has a parent standing there with them. Is this a thing now? Is it a thing in your area? There isn’t much crime in my immediate neck of the woods. When I was a kid I would have been embarrased as hell if my mom or dad hung out at my bus stop.
Helicopter parents - the bane of the younger generation. Of course, as a grandparent I have to remind myself not to hover around Roxy when I take her to the playground. Not about being grabbed, but getting hurt. I worry more with her than with my own kid, and definitely more than about myself as a kid. As long as we told Mom where we were going and we were back home on time, we were free-range kids pretty much within a mile radius of home.
Showered, dressed, and waiting for the toddler to finish her breakfast. Then, who knows…?
Unknown, that had to be a terrifying way to wake up! Stay safe and healthy, both of you!
Well, the kids made it off to their pre-start-of-school orientations without too much ado…I assume. Speaking of helicopter parenting, I find it hard not to watch the clock on their behalf. They’re 11 and 15 for Pete’s sake. If they can’t get themselves out the door on time at this point, I’ve failed somewhere. Anyway, they’re out and haven’t come back yet, so I’m guessing that means they didn’t miss a bus or fail to get dropped on time.
I have a six-hour team “offsite” on camera today; I’ll grab overlyboy when his orientation ends, slap on some shellac (aka, makeup) and flip on my laptop camera. I’m dubious. At least it’s not 3 days long with happy hours like last year. That was exhausting and I wound up with a rash from having to wear makeup every day again.
Here’s to a hopefully rash-free Friday. I’m hoping it rains because overlyboy has some sporting event until 9 tonight and I do NOT want to go out, but if it does rain, they’ll reschedule it for later, so perhaps getting it done works better. Hope you all have a good day!
When my son started high school, I drove him to school for the first few days.
It was just about a mile walk.
I thought that was a bit much and was sure he’d be embarrassed, but he wanted me to drive him.
I saw parents who had parked their car and were holding their kid’s hand while walking them into the school.
High school kids, holding their parent’s hand.
And I thought I was bad for driving him to school.
I was also quite shocked when he actually brought home supply lists, in high school. Not only were there supply lists, but also detailed instructions on what color notebooks and folders, how to arrange their notebooks and folders, what kinds of tabs to use, how to label the folders and tabs, what order to arrange the materials.
By the time you are in high school, nobody should have to tell you how to do this. If it had been only one class, I’d have thought that teacher would be collecting the notebooks to grade them or something. This was every single class, detailed as though they were still in first grade. I’m surprised they didn’t need a cigar box with some glue, plastic scissors, and hand sanitizer.
Oh and
I had to pick him up for a doctor appointment one day.
He had already turned 18, he was an adult.
I had to send a note to the school that he was leaving early. I get to the school and find out that I have to go in the school, show ID, sign another form, and another form to pick up an ADULT! Then I got a call the next day, from the school, informing me that he missed his afternoon classes.
He’s an adult!
When I went to high school, we had open campus and could come and go as we pleased, and I signed my own notes because my mother refused to sign notes for a high schooler.
Sari, that is beyond ridiculous - all of it (except you driving your kid). Do their kids still run out into the street, I wonder? We had an open campus, too. Once we hit junior year we could go off campus, but before then, we just had an open hour to do whatever we wanted. I used to go hiking in the woods behind the school.
Sold a few ratties off yesterday, so having a couple of shekels in my wallet was nice, if brief. There’s a local chicken joint on the way home from where I was dropping off. Couldn’t resist a fried thigh & a roll.
Then again
I think I did something wrong because my son is so shy. He doesn’t want to drive, I helped him find his first job, I have to push to get him to do anything.
Then I wonder if it is genetic. Both of my parents were kind of shy, and my sister was so shy she couldn’t even walk into a McDonalds and order her own food. My son’s father wasn’t shy, but his parents and sisters are.
When I picked him up this morning, I saw him talking with one of his co-workers, and the co-worker looked disappointed when my son had to leave. So maybe he’ll start coming out of his shell a bit. My friend is his boss and if she has to put somebody in to irk with him, she will pick one of the talkers. That serves two purposes, if she puts two talkers together, they don’t get anything done, and if she puts a talker in with him, they will push him to talk a bit more. One of my park friends irks day shift, so she and my son cross paths in the morning. She knows he is shy and goes out of her way to talk with him when she sees him.
Just got a call where the ID said Vienna, but the voicemail didn’t have an accent when it directed me to press 1 or else they’d take legal action… I didn’t press 1, so maybe one of you should plan to bake a cake with a file in it.
We’re taking Roxy and her mom to Texas Roadhouse for supper tonight. I just need to keep the kid entertained for 3 more hours. At the moment, she’s drawing quietly. It won’t last…
My sonic toothbrush died and cannot be revived. It was only three years old. Viewing this afternoon. Burial at garbage tonight. I’m going to pick up a new one at the mall today.
I’m always uncomfortable generalizing that the next generation is coddled because that wasn’t the norm where I lived and taught. Maybe we notice some things and are too quick to assume? Parents with kids at bus stops: was it the first day of school? Teens holding their parents’ hands: were they special needs kids? How many kids not only got themselves off to school but younger siblings as well?
Also, having taught hundreds of freshmen, I can say supply lists are the norm, though in my school, we did them by class, and detailed instructions on how to organize notebooks isn’t not necessarily overkill. At that age, brain development, sleep deprivation, etc. makes some kids forgetful and disorganized despite their middle school teachers’ past efforts. Every year I had to convince kids that “I’ll just remember” doesn’t work and that jeans pockets are poor filing cabinets.
Many kids were like that when I was in high school, too, and it was sink or swim. I don’t know that that was a better system.
OK, shutting up. I guess this is my version of Mooom’s expiration-date rant (which I wholly endorse).
Taters, hope Polar’s surgery went well. When will he be able to come home?
MetalMouse, you’ve inspired me to clean out my fridge!
jane, yikes on the bloody hubs. I salute your calm acceptance and appreciate the tip on hydrogen peroxide.
As FCM said, those dates are just suggestions…however, while I was cleaning out the fridge, I just assumed that anything with an expiration date of 2019 was probably bad and I pitched it. We buy condiments on a whim, try them once then put them in the fridge and forget about them.
I see this a lot here as well. Mostly they are stay at home moms and I think it might be because that is the only time they get to talk to other adults. I can’t think of any other reason their 8 and 10 years old children can’t walk half a block home by themselves> This is a low crime, low traffic area and the moms can stand in their own yard or front room and watch if needed.
You just made me realize I should probably go through my bathroom cabinets and pitch old make-up and expired OTC meds. Not today though, after the last couple of days, I’m going to give our septic tank a bit of a rest for a while.
We did as well, but the high school was out in the middle of a bunch of farm fields and nobody had cars. Mostly it was too much bother to go anywhere for lunch, so we ate picnic style in the football field.
Thanks again for the well wishes. Hubs is on blood thinners and he has paper thin skin. The actual scrape was only about a quarter inch long, small enough that he didn’t notice he had done damage, which is why I had to do 7 loads of laundry yesterday.
When we bought his new recliner, I was really picky about the fabric because I knew he’d be bleeding on it. The salesman did seem rather discombobulated when I told him that I needed microfiber or cotton fabric so I could get the blood out.
My high school had 5 buildings, so we were outside a lot anyway going from one building to another for classes. We had two cafeterias, one with typical cafeteria food and the other had hamburgers, hot dogs, and pizza. The food in both sucked. One time I got a sandwich that tasted funny and when I opened it, I saw the bread was covered with mold. A friend opened a bag of chips to find it full of ants. The only time we ate there was when the weather was too bad to be out walking around.
Ginos was across the highway, McDonalds was down the street, and the pizza/sub shop was two blocks the other way. Or I could always walk home for lunch.
Now the entire area is fenced in and there is only one set of doors for entering or exiting school property.
I used to be on blood thinners. The least little scrape would have blood everywhere. So glad to be off them.
It was nice to feel productive.