School started for the Pie Dudes last week Wednesday, two days after we returned from a week long vacation in Ashland, OR and attended several plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. More later.
In fact, that seems to be a bit of an overused statement here of late: more later. My apologies. It’s been a juggling act and certain things have been more pressing, such as the start up of the writer’s group I organized back in January, adding new members, trying to beef up membership; trying to get the kidlets transferred into a school where the socioeconomic makeup wasn’t bogging down their education (read: test scores) and coming up with alternative solutions when the prospects of this happening became dismal. Mix into this all of the major changes at the fire department where hubby works that have included a change in stations (much, much busier) that have resulted in “sleep days” instead of the usual days off between shifts and you have Miss Pissy, yours truly.
Feel free to send that crystal ball to me for my biffday. It might be the best present yet.
Scratch that. I watched “That’s So Raven” on the Disney channel the other night (quick synopsis: about a teen able to catch glimpses of the future) and on second thought, that might not be such a good idea.
Coming back at ya soon (and with lots of good reads and interesting news).
Today consisted of scheduling and filling out forms for summer events and activities. Why anyone needs my email address on an emergency form is beyond me. I’m guessing it’s for notifying parents of an injury that didn’t result in emergency medical treatment. Another portion that was disturbing was the unilateral release of photos, video footage, etc. I don’t have a problem with my child’s photo being used. I do have a problem if his name is used. What a cheesy way to get model releases and free publicity. Do I get a fee for his photo?
I think I’ve said this before, but never again will I allow our summer time to be left unplanned this late into the game. Spaces fill, tuition increases, dates get shuffled until the prime camps and activities are no longer viable. It sucks, to put it in the words of a twelve-year old kid.
Ry-guy was having fun at the fire station and hubby “filmed” him on his cell phone while “shooting” him with the station’s heat sensor infrared camera. Notice the hat off to the left of the screen and how it stays “hot.”