If you know me at all you know that I am a great believer in our students at Lafayette High School. I feel we have the best students. I truly am lucky to work where the students know you by name and respect you enough to not go too far, but still feel they can talk to you and maybe try to pull a joke or two once in awhile.
I loved school when I was young. I don't know if it was because it came easy to me, I got to get off the farm to visit with my friends, or I liked the structure it created when I was at school. I wasn't in any sports, (I sang in the choir) and I wasn't involved in speech, drama or any other extra curricular activities. We only had one car and dad's pickup which he took to work. There were six of us kids and it was too hard for mom to find ways to let us all be in things and how to get us there.
My big thing each year was the homecoming game and dance afterwards. The excitement was incredible and we all cheered our hearts out. We had such pride when our teams won.
I remember also the liceum's that we got out of class for and believe me that was a big thing too.
Back in the day, there were vocational classes we could take like carpentry, child care, food service........things like that. This was for the students that weren't going to go to college and wanted to learn a trade.
I never got in trouble in school. The only time I remember showing disrespect was when Mr. Ferguson my English teacher picked on me in class and asked me to say something in Spanish. I just shook my head no and he said, "Come on, you must know something." Well, I was quite embarassed by this time and I said something like somealaymatina or something like that...........smiles. I was not his pet from then on that's for sure. I hated being called on in class because I was shy around most people but my friends.
I still remember being mean to a girl in elementary school. Her shirt had ripped and my sister had given her a sweater to wear to cover it. Now this girl was teased alot from the boys and girls alike. I got mad at my sister for giving her the sweater and told her she was asking for nothing but trouble for helping that girl. That she would get teased now too. See how shallow I was back then? I think that is why I am such a champion of "the underdog" now. Trying to make up for that one mean moment? No, really I think it is because now I can "stick up" for someone and I won't have to worry about my peers making fun of me or making my life miserable as well as the one they were teasing.
I to this day hate walking in anywhere late. I would rather not go at all if that happens. I am still shy around a large group of people or with someone I don't know well. I am at my best when I am doing something for someone. I like to feel needed I guess.
Anyway, the whole point of this blog was to tell you how it was for me when I was younger. I could write oh so much more but for now I will finish.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Is Life What you Make It?
I hope you know that I just write what ever pops in my head. If you are looking for extremely intelligent writing, this is probably not the place for you.
Today, it's is life what you make it? Do you live life like there is no tomorrow? What would you do differently today if you knew tomorrow was it and whatever you have done thus far would be the mold to what people made of you the day after tomorrow.
I was going to work this morning and I dont' know why but I think alot when I am driving. I think it is because I am trapped in a small area and can't get up and do anything else......ha ha.
I told my boss today that I thought that if you are nice to people they will be nice back. I still believe that. I think if there is a crabby person no one wants to be around them. But, if a person would of taken a little time to talk to them and make them feel like what they said mattered, both would end up feeling better.
As for me, I always think something really bad must of happened to the "nasty" person to make them not like people. Maybe a friend told a secret of the "nasty" person. Maybe someone died and the "nasty" person didn't know how to handle it so he/she ended up hating god and everyone on earth besides. Maybe they didn't have a optimistic attitude and were always a pessimist. How do you change someone like that. Do you just ignore them and let them go their own way? Or do you make them feel like what they say means something?
I know I for one find it hard to be around complainers, whiners, the poor me kind of people. It sometimes brings me down. I was told not to feed in to their ways. LOL. I don't usually, but believe it or not I am not Hercules and I can break down like the best of them.
I have always been an optimist. I always start the new day with a good attitude (unless I am dead tired and then I'm testy........grins). Sometimes when I have a real bad day I can't wait until the next day comes so I can start over and make a better day.
So in a nutshell, I had better find a way to make a bad day good because you never know when its your last one on earth.
Until next time.
Cindy
Today, it's is life what you make it? Do you live life like there is no tomorrow? What would you do differently today if you knew tomorrow was it and whatever you have done thus far would be the mold to what people made of you the day after tomorrow.
I was going to work this morning and I dont' know why but I think alot when I am driving. I think it is because I am trapped in a small area and can't get up and do anything else......ha ha.
I told my boss today that I thought that if you are nice to people they will be nice back. I still believe that. I think if there is a crabby person no one wants to be around them. But, if a person would of taken a little time to talk to them and make them feel like what they said mattered, both would end up feeling better.
As for me, I always think something really bad must of happened to the "nasty" person to make them not like people. Maybe a friend told a secret of the "nasty" person. Maybe someone died and the "nasty" person didn't know how to handle it so he/she ended up hating god and everyone on earth besides. Maybe they didn't have a optimistic attitude and were always a pessimist. How do you change someone like that. Do you just ignore them and let them go their own way? Or do you make them feel like what they say means something?
I know I for one find it hard to be around complainers, whiners, the poor me kind of people. It sometimes brings me down. I was told not to feed in to their ways. LOL. I don't usually, but believe it or not I am not Hercules and I can break down like the best of them.
I have always been an optimist. I always start the new day with a good attitude (unless I am dead tired and then I'm testy........grins). Sometimes when I have a real bad day I can't wait until the next day comes so I can start over and make a better day.
So in a nutshell, I had better find a way to make a bad day good because you never know when its your last one on earth.
Until next time.
Cindy
Monday, November 29, 2010
Food for Thought
I'm a baker. I'm not the best baker in the world, but I can hold my own with the best of them. I made some different sweets this weekend, and it made me wonder why I like baking better than cooking a meal.
This is what I came up with.
1. Most people love sweets.
2. It is comfort food.
3. My mom always gave bars or cookies with coffee of course to anyone that came to visit. I got the idea to always have something to offer to be hospitable from her.
4. More people can enjoy baked goods than a meal.
5. Baked goods last longer than a cooked meal.
6. Takes less time to make bars than a large meal.
7. You almost always have something to bake something sweet in your house without having to go to the store.
8. I like making people happy with food.
And the best thing of all is that I'm married to a fabulous cook and couldn't compete with him if I tried. He is not "in to" making sweets so I can excel at something I love to do.
That's what I came up with. Oh, and just to add one more thing, I LOVE SWEETS, MYSELF!
This is what I came up with.
1. Most people love sweets.
2. It is comfort food.
3. My mom always gave bars or cookies with coffee of course to anyone that came to visit. I got the idea to always have something to offer to be hospitable from her.
4. More people can enjoy baked goods than a meal.
5. Baked goods last longer than a cooked meal.
6. Takes less time to make bars than a large meal.
7. You almost always have something to bake something sweet in your house without having to go to the store.
8. I like making people happy with food.
And the best thing of all is that I'm married to a fabulous cook and couldn't compete with him if I tried. He is not "in to" making sweets so I can excel at something I love to do.
That's what I came up with. Oh, and just to add one more thing, I LOVE SWEETS, MYSELF!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving was wonderful this year except for the fact that my brother Stevie was working out of town and his family didn't come this year.
We always go to mom and dad's for Thanksgiving. Everyone brings a dish and mom makes the turkey with all the trimmings. Of course she goes beyond that and makes pies and other banana bread, etc.
This year we celebrated Thanksgiving an hour earlier than usual. We were all to be there at noon and for some reason, Allen, Brenda and I made it with only four minutes to spare. We brought the veggie tray and coleslaw. Allen tried something new and added pineapple and apples to the coleslaw and it was surprisingly good.
It's always so much fun to see all the nieces and nephews together talking and playing with each other. I just love it. I remember all the fun times I had with my cousins when they used to come over. I'm happy mom is still able to put it all together for us.
We did try to change that one year so mom and dad wouldn't have so much work to do and had everyone here but as my brothers and sisters said, it wasn't the same as being at the farm.
Now instead we try to make things easier for mom. This year we wouldn't even let her come in the kitchen when it was time for cleanup. (She told my husband that she felt useless not doing anything..smiles.) We took down the extra table and chairs and Dylan (Roy's boy and Billy, Karen't boy) took them to the basement.
I am so thankful that my family still gets together like that.
Tina (my daughter), Greg, and Jade (my granddaughter) were supposed to come Thanksgiving evening but of course the weather ruined those plans. We just postponed it to a later time and will have them over for a nice meal.
Oh, my one downfall at mom and dad's was that my camera messed up and didn't save the pictures correctly. I see they are there but they won't open. Brandie (Roy's daugher) was nice enough to take pics for me, which she does every holiday she is there and I felt bad that she wasted the time for nothing. So hopefully Roy will send me his so I can make the yearly family calendar with some of the pictures.
Today, I made a Bruche'. It's like a jelly roll sort of but is a chocolate cake rolled up and filled with a mixture of cream cheese, peanut butter and powerded sugar. The filling is also put on the outside of the cake. It melts in your mouth I'm telling you. Not only that it is a work of art to look at......grins. It does take a little to make the batter itself. You have to have three different bowls and believe it or not you whip egg whites like they are for a meringue.
I can't wait to taste it. Yummy!
We always go to mom and dad's for Thanksgiving. Everyone brings a dish and mom makes the turkey with all the trimmings. Of course she goes beyond that and makes pies and other banana bread, etc.
This year we celebrated Thanksgiving an hour earlier than usual. We were all to be there at noon and for some reason, Allen, Brenda and I made it with only four minutes to spare. We brought the veggie tray and coleslaw. Allen tried something new and added pineapple and apples to the coleslaw and it was surprisingly good.
It's always so much fun to see all the nieces and nephews together talking and playing with each other. I just love it. I remember all the fun times I had with my cousins when they used to come over. I'm happy mom is still able to put it all together for us.
We did try to change that one year so mom and dad wouldn't have so much work to do and had everyone here but as my brothers and sisters said, it wasn't the same as being at the farm.
Now instead we try to make things easier for mom. This year we wouldn't even let her come in the kitchen when it was time for cleanup. (She told my husband that she felt useless not doing anything..smiles.) We took down the extra table and chairs and Dylan (Roy's boy and Billy, Karen't boy) took them to the basement.
I am so thankful that my family still gets together like that.
Tina (my daughter), Greg, and Jade (my granddaughter) were supposed to come Thanksgiving evening but of course the weather ruined those plans. We just postponed it to a later time and will have them over for a nice meal.
Oh, my one downfall at mom and dad's was that my camera messed up and didn't save the pictures correctly. I see they are there but they won't open. Brandie (Roy's daugher) was nice enough to take pics for me, which she does every holiday she is there and I felt bad that she wasted the time for nothing. So hopefully Roy will send me his so I can make the yearly family calendar with some of the pictures.
Today, I made a Bruche'. It's like a jelly roll sort of but is a chocolate cake rolled up and filled with a mixture of cream cheese, peanut butter and powerded sugar. The filling is also put on the outside of the cake. It melts in your mouth I'm telling you. Not only that it is a work of art to look at......grins. It does take a little to make the batter itself. You have to have three different bowls and believe it or not you whip egg whites like they are for a meringue.
I can't wait to taste it. Yummy!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Roy's Surgery
I am typing this with tears in my eyes. I didn't know that I would be affected this way about my brother being in the hospital. I think I was fine until I saw the picture of him smiling even though he had just had surgery.
Roy has always been strong. He is an incredibly hard worker. To see him fragile like he is in that hospital bed is like seeing my dad when he was in the hospital for surgery on his jaw or even my brother Stevie after he almost lost his leg in a accident in the woods (that's another story). You never expect these strong men to be vulnerable like the rest of us in this world. My whole family is that way. I don't know if it is stubborness or that we just don't want anyone feeling sorry for us, but that's the way we roll as Roy would say.
My sister Teresa and I found out that he was having surgery on facebook. I'm not joking about that either. I don't know if he thought he had told us or just figured we would see it on facebook and he didn't think he needed to tell us personally, but I felt kind of bad about that. Maybe it is because we are so softhearted and he didn't think we could handle it......... I'm not sure what he was thinking.
Anyway, today was a long day. My sister Karen, my mom and dad all went to the hospital to wait while Roy had his surgery. I felt guilty for not going too, but mom promised to call and tell me how it went so I felt better about that. All day, no call. I called my sister in law to see if she had heard anything, but she just said the surgery started later than it was supposed to. I went out and shoveled the driveway with Allen, giving my phone to Brenda in case my mom called while I was outside. I came back after shoveling, and still no answer. I was starting to feel a little sick with worry so I called my mom on her cell phone. No answer. That made me real nervous. Well, about five minutes later mom calls and says they are on their way back to town and that Roy's surgery went fine and the doc said he should feel much better now. I was happy that things worked out. I emailed a special friend to tell her, called my sister and told her and then emailed two of his other friends. Then his daughter Brandie put pictures up on facebook of him in the hospital bed and I lost it.
I like to think I'm strong too but I guess when it comes to my family I am just a wimp.......smiles.
Roy has always been strong. He is an incredibly hard worker. To see him fragile like he is in that hospital bed is like seeing my dad when he was in the hospital for surgery on his jaw or even my brother Stevie after he almost lost his leg in a accident in the woods (that's another story). You never expect these strong men to be vulnerable like the rest of us in this world. My whole family is that way. I don't know if it is stubborness or that we just don't want anyone feeling sorry for us, but that's the way we roll as Roy would say.
My sister Teresa and I found out that he was having surgery on facebook. I'm not joking about that either. I don't know if he thought he had told us or just figured we would see it on facebook and he didn't think he needed to tell us personally, but I felt kind of bad about that. Maybe it is because we are so softhearted and he didn't think we could handle it......... I'm not sure what he was thinking.
Anyway, today was a long day. My sister Karen, my mom and dad all went to the hospital to wait while Roy had his surgery. I felt guilty for not going too, but mom promised to call and tell me how it went so I felt better about that. All day, no call. I called my sister in law to see if she had heard anything, but she just said the surgery started later than it was supposed to. I went out and shoveled the driveway with Allen, giving my phone to Brenda in case my mom called while I was outside. I came back after shoveling, and still no answer. I was starting to feel a little sick with worry so I called my mom on her cell phone. No answer. That made me real nervous. Well, about five minutes later mom calls and says they are on their way back to town and that Roy's surgery went fine and the doc said he should feel much better now. I was happy that things worked out. I emailed a special friend to tell her, called my sister and told her and then emailed two of his other friends. Then his daughter Brandie put pictures up on facebook of him in the hospital bed and I lost it.
I like to think I'm strong too but I guess when it comes to my family I am just a wimp.......smiles.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Winter
Why do I live in a state where there is snow?
I don't ski, snowmobile, ice fish or make snowmen. I hate the thought of warming up my car just to go to work in the morning.
Why do I live in a state where there is snow?
Because I was born and raised here. I feel comfortable knowing everyone and having everyone know me. I love the idea that there are four seasons in each year and that after winter I can look forward to spring.
When I saw the first snowflakes coming down today and felt the cold wind seep through my clothing, I instead thought of things I was grateful for. My family, whom I would do anything for. A husband that is kind and great with our kids, two wonderful daughters who are extremely intelligent (most of the time, ha ha) and a granddaughter that makes my heart swell with love. My mom and dad who are both healthy and still living on the same farm they bought over 40 years ago, my brothers and sisters and all their wonderful children. I'm grateful that I have a nice home, a great job with spectacular bosses and that I love my job. Even though I live where there is a cold winter coming, I can sit in my house with a smile that all is well with the world.
Maybe winter isn't so bad after all......smiles.
I don't ski, snowmobile, ice fish or make snowmen. I hate the thought of warming up my car just to go to work in the morning.
Why do I live in a state where there is snow?
Because I was born and raised here. I feel comfortable knowing everyone and having everyone know me. I love the idea that there are four seasons in each year and that after winter I can look forward to spring.
When I saw the first snowflakes coming down today and felt the cold wind seep through my clothing, I instead thought of things I was grateful for. My family, whom I would do anything for. A husband that is kind and great with our kids, two wonderful daughters who are extremely intelligent (most of the time, ha ha) and a granddaughter that makes my heart swell with love. My mom and dad who are both healthy and still living on the same farm they bought over 40 years ago, my brothers and sisters and all their wonderful children. I'm grateful that I have a nice home, a great job with spectacular bosses and that I love my job. Even though I live where there is a cold winter coming, I can sit in my house with a smile that all is well with the world.
Maybe winter isn't so bad after all......smiles.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Veteran's Day
Today I witnessed true bravery from a man I did not know but would of loved to have met in a different circumstance.
John Kreisel (hope the spelling was right on that) came to speak at our school today in honor of Veteran's Day.
His speech was so moving that he kept the audience entranced throughout the program. He gave the students motivation and hope for the future. He made us feel like no matter what happens in life we will survive it.
John was in the humvee that was bombed with his friend Corey Rystad. I could see where Corey would of been friends with this gentle soul. His wife and two children were at the program also and he interacted with them while telling us about his life before the accident, after the accident and his life now.
John never takes a moment for granted now. He has had 35 surgeries and lost both his legs when the bomb hit the humvee. He has a wonderful attitude and you wouldn't dare feel sorry for him; he wouldn't allow it. He has written a book "Still Standing" and sold them at the program.
Kurt Philion also spoke to us about Corey and presented one of the flags he runs his marathons with to John in honor of Corey. There wasn't a dry eye in the audience.
Gladdy LaCrosse, Auxiliary member, told us stories about the unselfish servicemen that no one really knew were heroes.
The high school band and choir sang and played in between speeches.
I'm glad we got to go listen to these incredible people.
Thank you to all the Veterans on this special day. I wish we could do so much more for them than what is being done now.
John Kreisel (hope the spelling was right on that) came to speak at our school today in honor of Veteran's Day.
His speech was so moving that he kept the audience entranced throughout the program. He gave the students motivation and hope for the future. He made us feel like no matter what happens in life we will survive it.
John was in the humvee that was bombed with his friend Corey Rystad. I could see where Corey would of been friends with this gentle soul. His wife and two children were at the program also and he interacted with them while telling us about his life before the accident, after the accident and his life now.
John never takes a moment for granted now. He has had 35 surgeries and lost both his legs when the bomb hit the humvee. He has a wonderful attitude and you wouldn't dare feel sorry for him; he wouldn't allow it. He has written a book "Still Standing" and sold them at the program.
Kurt Philion also spoke to us about Corey and presented one of the flags he runs his marathons with to John in honor of Corey. There wasn't a dry eye in the audience.
Gladdy LaCrosse, Auxiliary member, told us stories about the unselfish servicemen that no one really knew were heroes.
The high school band and choir sang and played in between speeches.
I'm glad we got to go listen to these incredible people.
Thank you to all the Veterans on this special day. I wish we could do so much more for them than what is being done now.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Bullying
When I looked at the front page of the GF Herald today, I was shocked to see yet another young teen had died by her own hand because of bullying.
What brings a person to the point where they can't see beyond the moment? That they can't believe in tomorrow being a better day?
Why don't people notice when a child that is acting different than the norm? Do they hide it that well?
I have this thing about bullying. For one thing I hate it. I don't like anyone feeling hurt or embarrassed. I especially don't like that its expected that we all act and dress the way the majority does. How do we know our way is the right way to do things? Because everyone else is doing it? What if the girl you saw with the bright blue hair and piercings was the norm?
Ok, about bullies. I was thinking the other day that bullies are kind of like animals. They are the predators and can see and feel when someone is not strong enough to fight them off. They go in for the kill and maim just like an animal would. They maim the soul though, not the body. Well, sometimes the body too.
I think instead of concentrating on the bullies of the world we need to teach the ones being bullied how to be stronger so the "predators" can't affect them by what they say. What fun would it be for a bully if the bullied didn't get them the reaction they are hoping for; ie: fear, tears, sadness......
Something to think about.
Cindy
What brings a person to the point where they can't see beyond the moment? That they can't believe in tomorrow being a better day?
Why don't people notice when a child that is acting different than the norm? Do they hide it that well?
I have this thing about bullying. For one thing I hate it. I don't like anyone feeling hurt or embarrassed. I especially don't like that its expected that we all act and dress the way the majority does. How do we know our way is the right way to do things? Because everyone else is doing it? What if the girl you saw with the bright blue hair and piercings was the norm?
Ok, about bullies. I was thinking the other day that bullies are kind of like animals. They are the predators and can see and feel when someone is not strong enough to fight them off. They go in for the kill and maim just like an animal would. They maim the soul though, not the body. Well, sometimes the body too.
I think instead of concentrating on the bullies of the world we need to teach the ones being bullied how to be stronger so the "predators" can't affect them by what they say. What fun would it be for a bully if the bullied didn't get them the reaction they are hoping for; ie: fear, tears, sadness......
Something to think about.
Cindy
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Day After
Boy, did it seem like a Thursday today instead of a Wednesday. It was a good day though.
People at work read Roy's article today and liked it. One guy said he would have to order the Gazette now so that he could read the ending......ha, ha. Of course I wouldn't tell him the ending because that's the way I roll.... ha, ha.
Roy's english teacher, (I know you all know who that was) said she could tell it was his writing because she knows how he writes. I thought that was pretty cool.
As for me, I think my life is about as good as it's going to get. Everyone has bad days, but I'm grateful that my family is doing well.
I wonder what people find to write on here every day. I think I am going to just talk about whatever comes to mind.
I see Bob Schmitz got in as county auditor again. I'm ok with that. I don't think that he has been doing anything wrong so why not keep someone in that knows what he is doing. Tina texted Allen to gloat that the Replubicans took over the white house. I don't know where she came from, I swear........smiles. I'm democrat all the way. Actually, I would vote for a republican if I thought they had the right agenda for my views.
That's it for today.
:)
Chow,
Cindy
People at work read Roy's article today and liked it. One guy said he would have to order the Gazette now so that he could read the ending......ha, ha. Of course I wouldn't tell him the ending because that's the way I roll.... ha, ha.
Roy's english teacher, (I know you all know who that was) said she could tell it was his writing because she knows how he writes. I thought that was pretty cool.
As for me, I think my life is about as good as it's going to get. Everyone has bad days, but I'm grateful that my family is doing well.
I wonder what people find to write on here every day. I think I am going to just talk about whatever comes to mind.
I see Bob Schmitz got in as county auditor again. I'm ok with that. I don't think that he has been doing anything wrong so why not keep someone in that knows what he is doing. Tina texted Allen to gloat that the Replubicans took over the white house. I don't know where she came from, I swear........smiles. I'm democrat all the way. Actually, I would vote for a republican if I thought they had the right agenda for my views.
That's it for today.
:)
Chow,
Cindy
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
My Brother
Tonight is a good night. My brother just got one of his stories published in our local newspaper and I was so proud. He is loving every minute of his writing. He has been putting stories and poems on his facebook page and he has quite a following. I hope that he can go further with this "hobby" of his.
My friend Kurt is getting to be quite the workout king. He already is skinny. He runs marathons in honor of servicemen, but especially for his friend that was killed in Iraq, Corey Rystad. I think highly of him for all his hard work. There is going to be a big Veteran's Day program at the school next Thursday at 8:45 a.m. WDAZ is going to be there also.
Can't wait to see who won in the elections tonight. I probably won't know until Allen gets home and might be to sleep by then since I am getting sooooooooo old..........smiles. Just kidding. I don't feel old at all.
That's about all for me tonight. Time for bed.
Cindy
My friend Kurt is getting to be quite the workout king. He already is skinny. He runs marathons in honor of servicemen, but especially for his friend that was killed in Iraq, Corey Rystad. I think highly of him for all his hard work. There is going to be a big Veteran's Day program at the school next Thursday at 8:45 a.m. WDAZ is going to be there also.
Can't wait to see who won in the elections tonight. I probably won't know until Allen gets home and might be to sleep by then since I am getting sooooooooo old..........smiles. Just kidding. I don't feel old at all.
That's about all for me tonight. Time for bed.
Cindy
Monday, November 1, 2010
Vandalism
Well, today was another busy day at school. There just isn't enough time in the day to get everything done. I remember when I could pass myself I was so quick.........grins. Those days are gone......sniff, sniff.
There was vandalism at riverside park on Halloween night. What a shame that someone felt they had to deface the bathrooms there. What joy did they get taking spray paing and spraying squiggly lines all over the signs on the bathroom (which will have to be replaced) and the wall. Did they not get enough candy last night? Or too much? Did someone do it for kicks? Or revenge? Thank goodness nothing else has been reported. Our small little town almost had a clear slate for last night. :)
On a brighter note we had close to 70 trick or treaters last night. How wonderful to see the little ones dressed up as their favorite characters from a movie or cartoons; the older ones in punk rocker outfits or "I want to scare you to death" clothing. Our neighbors, the Philions, had well over 100 little visitors. They are well liked and respected by both the young and the old here and always have a good turnout.
Halloween is always a great time to see parents and children you haven't seen for awhile. Who would think that could happen in such a small town.
That's about it for tonight. See you again tomorrow.
Cindy
There was vandalism at riverside park on Halloween night. What a shame that someone felt they had to deface the bathrooms there. What joy did they get taking spray paing and spraying squiggly lines all over the signs on the bathroom (which will have to be replaced) and the wall. Did they not get enough candy last night? Or too much? Did someone do it for kicks? Or revenge? Thank goodness nothing else has been reported. Our small little town almost had a clear slate for last night. :)
On a brighter note we had close to 70 trick or treaters last night. How wonderful to see the little ones dressed up as their favorite characters from a movie or cartoons; the older ones in punk rocker outfits or "I want to scare you to death" clothing. Our neighbors, the Philions, had well over 100 little visitors. They are well liked and respected by both the young and the old here and always have a good turnout.
Halloween is always a great time to see parents and children you haven't seen for awhile. Who would think that could happen in such a small town.
That's about it for tonight. See you again tomorrow.
Cindy
Sunday, October 31, 2010
First Try!
Thanks to Jennifer I found this website and will now post my ideas and thoughts about things. This is pretty cool.
The older generation (me included) have been talking about how there isn't any school spirit anymore. I don't know if the kids are scared of making fools of themselves or that they just don't care anymore, but it really is sad. I wish we could go back in the day where it was exciting to go to a game and hang out with friends and cheer for your team. There was no fear in bouncing our cheers back to the opposing team and them doing theirs right back at us. Pepfests, school spirt, proud athletes.........what's happened? Is it us as parents that have caused this?
Any thoughts? I would love to bring spirit and pride back to our school like it was when I was young.
The older generation (me included) have been talking about how there isn't any school spirit anymore. I don't know if the kids are scared of making fools of themselves or that they just don't care anymore, but it really is sad. I wish we could go back in the day where it was exciting to go to a game and hang out with friends and cheer for your team. There was no fear in bouncing our cheers back to the opposing team and them doing theirs right back at us. Pepfests, school spirt, proud athletes.........what's happened? Is it us as parents that have caused this?
Any thoughts? I would love to bring spirit and pride back to our school like it was when I was young.
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