It’s that time of year

back_to_school_bannerIt’s fair week here in our small town, and I cannot believe that the summer has already flown by.  I mean, it seems like I just cleaned up my classroom and walked out with an armload of books, ready for a break and a fresh start in the fall.  I say “fall” loosely, because it seems that school starts earlier and earlier every year, and it no longer is limited to the fall, but mid- to late-August.  This year it’s beginning on the 17th for us teachers, with the regular circus beginning on the 19th.  Oh, how I long for the days when the school year couldn’t begin (by law) until after labor day!

Of course, I understand that with most schools being climate controlled, there really is no reason to hold off the commencement of school until after the typical August blanket of heat and humidity has dissolved.   We’re good to go as soon as the teachers shake off that zombie-like stare and begin to feel like their old selves again.

It’s a typical pattern that I will spend most of August resisting the urge to begin really long, time-consuming projects in order to procrastinate working on school stuff.  It’s like the opposite of a nesting instinct because it’s an instinct that tries to distract me from what needs to be done.  In fact, that anti-nesting instinct is the very feeling that provoked me to begin this blog a year ago.  I wanted to do something — just not school stuff.   It was a good move, because this blog satisfies my urge to write and also allows me to connect with others who enjoy the same things I do.  I’ve met some great people just by reading other’s blogs and maintaining my own.  So if you’re one of the handful of people who regularly stop by and read my feeble ramblings, thank you.

I’m feeling motivated to make the upcoming school year as stress-free as possible.  I’m sure by October I will be laughing at my naitvetee, as I often do, but I know I have to do something in order to keep my sanity a little better this time around.  You see, last year I began teaching high school AND middle school, and because the two buildings are currently not together, that meant that I’d be doing some traveling back and forth to the different buildings.  Basically I’m half time at one building, then I get in my car and zip over to the other building and spend the rest of the day there.  And while the arrangement does provide some wonderful variety, it just about kills me every day.  I didn’t go into last year being supremely organized, and trying to deal with the new situation, the new classes, and my lack of organization is what just about did me in.

This year (I told myself), it would be different.  I’m playing around with some options to help make being a multi-building teacher a little less chaotic, both for me and the students.  I created a website that will house all my lesson plans, class information, resources, etc.  I’ve done that in the past, true enough, but it was always part of some company’s setup, so the URL was always hard to remember for the kids.  This year, using the great discount I get at ICDsoft for creating new websites, I bought a domain with just my name so that the students have no excuse for not remembering it.   There it is — use it, kids!

Now, if I can only fight this weird urge I have to go buy a bunch of school supplies I don’t need.  As someone who has an admitted fetish for office supplies, that will be more difficult than it seems.

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A return from the land of pork

The title might suggest that I took a trip to Washington, D.C. However, I was actually a little closer to home. In fact, I didn’t even leave my state; I just traveled to one edge of it — the edge that happens to be right across the river from where I grew up. I packed the kids up and went back to my old stompin’ grounds in order to take the kids to a threshing bee. It’s usually something we go to every year, partially because the threshing bee is something the kids’ grandparents are sort of involved with (as helpers and supporters), and also because the town where the threshing bee is located is one where some of my relatives put down roots back in the day. The town is gone now — not a single building remains. That always intrigues me, because I don’t understand how every single building could just go *poof*! Didn’t any of them survive? Did anyone cart off the buildings to adorn a farm after the town closed up? Did they all burn down? Did a gigantic tornado come and carry everything off, hastening the town’s demise? I’m pretty sure the options don’t involve the latter, but it’s still curious that a town that once housed a stockyards, bank, depot, telephone office, and various other buildings has absolutely nothing left to show for itself.
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Headin’ out for some Midwestern fun

I’m packing up the kids and heading out to my parents’ house this weekend so that we can enjoy a weekend at a threshing bee. What’s a threshing bee, you ask? Well, to anyone who wasn’t born in the Midwest, it might look like a bunch of farmers who get together, reminisce about the old days, and participate in demonstrations of ancient farm equipment. Truthfully, there is a little more to it than that, although the event does center around tractors and farm equipment. The boys enjoy going, of course, because they are able to spend some money at the vendors who gather there — particularly the vendor who sells toy tractors and cars. What more does a boy need in life? Not much.
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Headin’ Out

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Taking our first family vacation to the Black Hills of South Dakota. For anyone who has made this trip, particularly with children, and had to drive across the plains of middle South Dakota, you know what I’m up against. I love prairieland, but driving through multiple hours of flat, sparse grassland makes it wholly understandable why pioneers experienced “prairie fever” back in the day. I’ll be flying through there at 75 miles per hour; I can’t imagine the mind-numbing that would ensue when one is driving a buggy through those same plains with even fewer people, fewer trees, and a whole lot more grass. If it weren’t for the semi-interesting change of landscape around the Missouri River, the trip would be out of the question. Couldn’t do it.

See you in a few days!

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If I could freeze this moment …

It’s Saturday. The day’s high was 68 degrees. I spent about 80% of the day outside with my boys, cleaning up the yard a bit and sitting in the sun, getting my daily dose of Vitamin D. After the winter we’ve had, I figure I’m probably severely deficient.

If I could freeze today and relive it for the rest of my life, I would. Mild weather, nonexistent wind, and a perfect day to do just about anything. I tried to be ultra productive, of course, but the sun won in the end. I came darn near to falling asleep while sprawled out in a chair on the deck. Continue reading “If I could freeze this moment …”

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A weekend of family … and a return from the dark side

Just returned from Minnesota about an hour ago.  The 3-hour trip home was rather uneventful, aside from two VERY tired boys screaming for about half the time.  I stopped at a Casey’s and bought enough snacks to feed a small army; that seemed to make them forget about fighting for a bit.

I’m sad to say that I was a participant in Black Friday, but I’m happy to say that, without a doubt, that was the last Black Friday that I will ever participate in.  Continue reading “A weekend of family … and a return from the dark side”

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The remains of the fall

Well, it’s happening — at this very moment, in fact.  If I look at the radar for my neck of the woods, I see it: the blue churning mass of precipitation that means SNOW.  It’s always a peculiar feeling the first time that blue blob appears on the radar; I feel a strange compulsion to go out and load up on groceries and scented candles.  I suddently wonder if K Mart has a sale on fleece blankets.  I have to fight the urge to make a gigantic-sized batch of chili, which would come darn close to hitting the spot right now. Continue reading “The remains of the fall”

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