May 13, 2012
May 9, 2012
Mitt and the fairy tale
Really, I'm far too preoccupied with other more important tasks to spend much time on this post, but I thought I'd briefly comment on the whole Mitt Romney thing, as it is seriously driving me crazy.
And, I almost always feel better after a good rant, so here goes...
I won't dispute that the guy is a spectacularly successful business man, and who knows, maybe he really could be the next best thing for America. I have such little interest or knowledge in politics, I won't pretend that I have any of the answers.
And guess what? It sorta seems like it doesn't really matter who the President of the United States is anyway, so you can trust me when I say that I really don't care whether Mitt or Obama is in the White House next year.
No, the thing that's bugging me, is how most Republican-minded people seem to be constantly singing Romney's praises, acting as if he's some kind of Saint! I find myself scratching my head and wondering why I never hear anyone discussing the obvious and indisputable fact that Romney became spectacularly successful and obscenely rich, at the expense of the little guy... just like most corporations do!
It's less "fairy-tale" than it is Dark Ages, complete with lords, peasants, and caste systems.
It's like Robin Hood in reverse!
Everyone knows that Romney and his fellow co-horts pooled their already sizable wealth into an investment firm- creating the uber-successful Bain Capital- that elevated Romney to "super-rich" elitist status.
Republicans cite this as evidence of Romney's savvy business abilities, and argue that he can do the same thing with our failing government!
Because taking something that is failing, and making it profitable for himself, is apparently what he does!
He and his buddies at Bain took their massive amounts of wealth, and invested all of that money into the business equivalent of house-flipping.
You know, you find a dilapidated home, buy it for pennies on the dollar, spend some blood, sweat, and tears fixing it up, and then sell it for a profit! Something any respectable and resourceful American could take pride in doing.
Except that Romney's version is somewhat less ideal, far less ethical, and resembles "vulturism" more than resourcefulness, which is the reason for my present rant.
I keep hearing about the decent, honest, hard-workin' guy that Romney is, and I'm trying to figure out why people think that!
I mean, here are the facts:
Instead of dilapidated homes, Romney and company swooped in on failing businesses, bought the vulnerable companies for pennies on the dollar, and then proceeded in one of two ways. They either broke the companies up and sold off the pieces for profit, or they renovated the company, and sold the shinier, newer version of it for a profit.
All completely legal, of course. Completely ethical? I would argue that it's not.
Because here, again, we have yet another example of the rich getting richer, and the poor getting poorer, all in the name of American Capitalism.
The thing that so many Romney lovers appear to forget, (or more accurately, fail to acknowledge) is that each one of those businesses, was not simply a structure of drywall and nails, like a dilapidated house you can just flip, but these were businesses and companies composed of people.
People whose livelihood and families depended on the business.
And each time Bain & Friends bought a struggling company, that meant unemployment for tens, or hundreds, of people.
I know, I know, it's not Romney's fault that the businesses were already in free-fall. They'd been run into the ground by someone else before Romney ever skipped up to benefit from some else's failure.
But I don't consider taking advantage of someone's misfortune, or benefiting from someone else's failure, "success."
It's actually sorta slimy.
A "Saint" would say, "I've got plenty of money, let me help you turn things around for the people who are depending on the success of this business."
An "honest," "hard-working," "decent" guy would swoop in with all his bags of money, and say,
"Okay, I (and my crazy-rich friends) will invest in your struggling company to get you back up and running again, and then when you're humming along smoothly, we'll still be share-holders, and we'll all share in the profits."
But that's not how rich people think.
Mitt isn't a Saint, and he's not even that decent. Because his actions, over and over again, said this:
"Too bad for you! But gee, I'm so glad I can benefit from your failure! Thanks a bunch for your business idea, and better luck next time, buddy!" as he laughed all the way to the bank...
So people, please, I'M BEGGING YOU, just be willing to call a spade a spade!
Romney isn't a Saint!
He's an opportunistic anti-Robin-Hood, who takes from the poor, and gives to the already-rich!
And then occasionally laughs about how the people whose businesses he profited from don't like him very much...
Whatever.
Even though it doesn't matter who occupies the White House, I'm puttin' my bet on the guy who turned down an extremely lucrative law career that could have brought in boatloads of money for himself, for a life in public service instead, where many other people stood to benefit from his work.
And I admit that I am a little prejudiced.
I've never liked greedy, rich, white men...
And, I almost always feel better after a good rant, so here goes...
I won't dispute that the guy is a spectacularly successful business man, and who knows, maybe he really could be the next best thing for America. I have such little interest or knowledge in politics, I won't pretend that I have any of the answers.
And guess what? It sorta seems like it doesn't really matter who the President of the United States is anyway, so you can trust me when I say that I really don't care whether Mitt or Obama is in the White House next year.
No, the thing that's bugging me, is how most Republican-minded people seem to be constantly singing Romney's praises, acting as if he's some kind of Saint! I find myself scratching my head and wondering why I never hear anyone discussing the obvious and indisputable fact that Romney became spectacularly successful and obscenely rich, at the expense of the little guy... just like most corporations do!
It's less "fairy-tale" than it is Dark Ages, complete with lords, peasants, and caste systems.
It's like Robin Hood in reverse!
Everyone knows that Romney and his fellow co-horts pooled their already sizable wealth into an investment firm- creating the uber-successful Bain Capital- that elevated Romney to "super-rich" elitist status.
Republicans cite this as evidence of Romney's savvy business abilities, and argue that he can do the same thing with our failing government!
Because taking something that is failing, and making it profitable for himself, is apparently what he does!
He and his buddies at Bain took their massive amounts of wealth, and invested all of that money into the business equivalent of house-flipping.
You know, you find a dilapidated home, buy it for pennies on the dollar, spend some blood, sweat, and tears fixing it up, and then sell it for a profit! Something any respectable and resourceful American could take pride in doing.
Except that Romney's version is somewhat less ideal, far less ethical, and resembles "vulturism" more than resourcefulness, which is the reason for my present rant.
I keep hearing about the decent, honest, hard-workin' guy that Romney is, and I'm trying to figure out why people think that!
I mean, here are the facts:
Instead of dilapidated homes, Romney and company swooped in on failing businesses, bought the vulnerable companies for pennies on the dollar, and then proceeded in one of two ways. They either broke the companies up and sold off the pieces for profit, or they renovated the company, and sold the shinier, newer version of it for a profit.
All completely legal, of course. Completely ethical? I would argue that it's not.
Because here, again, we have yet another example of the rich getting richer, and the poor getting poorer, all in the name of American Capitalism.
The thing that so many Romney lovers appear to forget, (or more accurately, fail to acknowledge) is that each one of those businesses, was not simply a structure of drywall and nails, like a dilapidated house you can just flip, but these were businesses and companies composed of people.
People whose livelihood and families depended on the business.
And each time Bain & Friends bought a struggling company, that meant unemployment for tens, or hundreds, of people.
I know, I know, it's not Romney's fault that the businesses were already in free-fall. They'd been run into the ground by someone else before Romney ever skipped up to benefit from some else's failure.
But I don't consider taking advantage of someone's misfortune, or benefiting from someone else's failure, "success."
It's actually sorta slimy.
A "Saint" would say, "I've got plenty of money, let me help you turn things around for the people who are depending on the success of this business."
An "honest," "hard-working," "decent" guy would swoop in with all his bags of money, and say,
"Okay, I (and my crazy-rich friends) will invest in your struggling company to get you back up and running again, and then when you're humming along smoothly, we'll still be share-holders, and we'll all share in the profits."
But that's not how rich people think.
Mitt isn't a Saint, and he's not even that decent. Because his actions, over and over again, said this:
"Too bad for you! But gee, I'm so glad I can benefit from your failure! Thanks a bunch for your business idea, and better luck next time, buddy!" as he laughed all the way to the bank...
So people, please, I'M BEGGING YOU, just be willing to call a spade a spade!
Romney isn't a Saint!
He's an opportunistic anti-Robin-Hood, who takes from the poor, and gives to the already-rich!
And then occasionally laughs about how the people whose businesses he profited from don't like him very much...
Whatever.
Even though it doesn't matter who occupies the White House, I'm puttin' my bet on the guy who turned down an extremely lucrative law career that could have brought in boatloads of money for himself, for a life in public service instead, where many other people stood to benefit from his work.
And I admit that I am a little prejudiced.
I've never liked greedy, rich, white men...
May 6, 2012
Listening Ears
I'm totally suffering from writer's block!
It's true that during this past year I've been feeling WAY too busy to blog on a regular basis, but it seems that whenever I do plop myself in front of a keyboard, it just doesn't flow naturally anymore!
I lost my mojo!
It's probably a combination of being tired, busy, and chronically over-whelmed. But Jon tells me I've been tired, busy, and continuously over-whelmed since pretty much the day he met me.
He thinks I'm high-strung!
Which kinda makes you wonder why he hooked up with me in the first place, but whatever...
The point is, if I've been a train-wreck of a person for 15+ years, why am I only just now feeling the effects of "having too many irons in the fire?" (I picked up that one up from my dad! He's constantly babbling about fish to fry, bees under bonnets, and other such old-people nonsense)!
Anyway, these past few months have been a blur for me; showing up for my 90-minute math class three mornings a week, studying for exams, trying to get my homework done, and still attempting to be the wife and mother... cooking, cleaning, taxi-cabbing, working in classrooms, blah, blah, blah. It's a lot. Especially because Jon works too much...
I am always AMAZED that some women do this long-term. Maintaining professional careers AND households! Sadly, I do not possess the ability to do it all. I can hardly do any!
Today I was working on one of my last math assignments of the semester (Hallelujah!) and Olivia was "scrapbooking" in the same room with me (which really means she's creating a giant mess and wasting all of my supplies, but it's the price I pay to be able to do homework during daylight hours).
I've grown accustomed to tuning out the distractions around me- it's kind of a necessity if you have three children- so whenever she would say something, I would respond with the obligatory "uh huh," or "Wow," or "I never knew that" while never really looking up from my paper.
Usually those three responses will apply to whatever it is Ivy and Buggy are rambling about.
Except today! Olivia must have said something that needed a 4th response, because she gets up from her mess on the floor, walks over to me and says,
"Mom. Look at my eyes."
I look up from my homework to see a very stern expression on her little face, and she says,
"I know you already went to Kindergarten, because you're big. You're like a MOM. Why are your listening ears so bad?"
I couldn't help laughing, and said, "WHAT? You think my listening ears are bad?"
Bug: "YES, they are bad. Ivy is a good listener! When I say, 'Ivy,' she says, 'what?'
And that's good listening ears, mom. Can you try to say, 'What Buggy,' when I say, 'mom'?"
Oh my gosh, YES!
I will try to use my listening ears more effectively, Bug!
So I looked right at her, while she told me that some people have blue eyes, and some people have green eyes, and some people have brown eyes, but the important thing is that all their eyes see the same thing, unless their eyes are blind. And blind is really sad, because that means they can't see anything no matter what color their eyes are. Can I believe that? Aren't we so lucky that even though my eyes are brown, and her eyes are green, our eyes can still see the same thing? It would be horrible if I couldn't see out of my brown eyes, and she couldn't see out of her green eyes. We're lucky that our eyes can see.
YEP Bug, we ARE LUCKY!
I wish I could see something other than e to the i times theta equals the cosine of theta plus i times the sine of theta, and in about two more weeks, I will!
My listening ears will be AWESOME in two more weeks, and I am totally prepared to discuss the pertinent details of eyes, colors, vision, and all the other things that really matter in life...
It's true that during this past year I've been feeling WAY too busy to blog on a regular basis, but it seems that whenever I do plop myself in front of a keyboard, it just doesn't flow naturally anymore!
I lost my mojo!
It's probably a combination of being tired, busy, and chronically over-whelmed. But Jon tells me I've been tired, busy, and continuously over-whelmed since pretty much the day he met me.
He thinks I'm high-strung!
Which kinda makes you wonder why he hooked up with me in the first place, but whatever...
The point is, if I've been a train-wreck of a person for 15+ years, why am I only just now feeling the effects of "having too many irons in the fire?" (I picked up that one up from my dad! He's constantly babbling about fish to fry, bees under bonnets, and other such old-people nonsense)!
Anyway, these past few months have been a blur for me; showing up for my 90-minute math class three mornings a week, studying for exams, trying to get my homework done, and still attempting to be the wife and mother... cooking, cleaning, taxi-cabbing, working in classrooms, blah, blah, blah. It's a lot. Especially because Jon works too much...
I am always AMAZED that some women do this long-term. Maintaining professional careers AND households! Sadly, I do not possess the ability to do it all. I can hardly do any!
Today I was working on one of my last math assignments of the semester (Hallelujah!) and Olivia was "scrapbooking" in the same room with me (which really means she's creating a giant mess and wasting all of my supplies, but it's the price I pay to be able to do homework during daylight hours).
I've grown accustomed to tuning out the distractions around me- it's kind of a necessity if you have three children- so whenever she would say something, I would respond with the obligatory "uh huh," or "Wow," or "I never knew that" while never really looking up from my paper.
Usually those three responses will apply to whatever it is Ivy and Buggy are rambling about.
Except today! Olivia must have said something that needed a 4th response, because she gets up from her mess on the floor, walks over to me and says,
"Mom. Look at my eyes."
I look up from my homework to see a very stern expression on her little face, and she says,
"I know you already went to Kindergarten, because you're big. You're like a MOM. Why are your listening ears so bad?"
I couldn't help laughing, and said, "WHAT? You think my listening ears are bad?"
Bug: "YES, they are bad. Ivy is a good listener! When I say, 'Ivy,' she says, 'what?'
And that's good listening ears, mom. Can you try to say, 'What Buggy,' when I say, 'mom'?"
Oh my gosh, YES!
I will try to use my listening ears more effectively, Bug!
So I looked right at her, while she told me that some people have blue eyes, and some people have green eyes, and some people have brown eyes, but the important thing is that all their eyes see the same thing, unless their eyes are blind. And blind is really sad, because that means they can't see anything no matter what color their eyes are. Can I believe that? Aren't we so lucky that even though my eyes are brown, and her eyes are green, our eyes can still see the same thing? It would be horrible if I couldn't see out of my brown eyes, and she couldn't see out of her green eyes. We're lucky that our eyes can see.
YEP Bug, we ARE LUCKY!
I wish I could see something other than e to the i times theta equals the cosine of theta plus i times the sine of theta, and in about two more weeks, I will!
My listening ears will be AWESOME in two more weeks, and I am totally prepared to discuss the pertinent details of eyes, colors, vision, and all the other things that really matter in life...
Apr 1, 2012
Birthdays, Blue Belts, Scouts, and Skiing
Oh boy, I am months behind on the "family journal" part of this blog, and daunting though it is, I am actually going to attempt an update.
We all made a big deal about how awesome he is, and I have to say, it was one of those "proud Mama moments" for me! It was very satisfying to see him happy- and proud of himself- for something that he had achieved all on his own.
At times Gage can be a "glass-half-empty" kind of kid, and he'll focus on the things he's not good at. It drives me crazy, because I know that Gage has the ability to do- or be- anything he wants to in life! He just needs to stop fretting, and start working... hopefully these little accomplishments will help him realize that he can be successful when he applies himself!
A few days after the blue-belt excitement, we rang in the New Year with the fam and some friends at our house, and it was really fun!
We don't usually host "parties," because we don't drink alcohol, and everyone else on the planet does. Except for people at Church. But we don't really hang out with them either. (Are we anti-social)?
Having Janae in town always adds excitement to whatever we're doing, and New Year's Eve was no exception. We played games and ate, and chatted and ate some more, and played more games, while the kids pretty much did their own thing- it was a very fun contrast to our typically quieter New Years Eves...
Once January rolled around, my life became infinitely more chaotic, because I had decided to enroll in a math class that has completely kicked my butt since the day I began!
Which is why I stopped blogging, but I think I already complained about that a post or two ago.
January also brought Gage's final pinewood derby in Cub Scouts (YAY), and after his humbling loss two years ago, we were much happier with his car this year- weird as that little car was.
He and Jon had decided to build the car in the shape of a Twinkie. I have no idea why... they're so whacked.
I would just like to direct your attention to this photo:
That's right, the Speedy Twinkie achieved 1st place!
Well, okay, he didn't place overall. But his car wasn't a SUPER LOSER this year, and that's all I'd been praying for! "Just don't let it be the worst car on the track"!
He actually placed first in a few of the millions of "heats" I endured that night, and we all returned home happier this year...
February didn't bring snow to the Sierras, but our birthdays came anyway; Olivia turned six, and I turned,
even
older.
Because I was so preoccupied with the math mess I'd gotten myself into, I pretty much skipped any real celebration! Instead, we decided to combine mine & Olivia's "parties" at Chuck E. Cheese (FUN! Just where I always wanted to go)...
I'd just like to put out a little disclaimer first:
If your last name is not Child, I guarantee you will be bored by this post.
Alrightie then. So way back at the end of December, (yep, I'm that far behind) Gage received his blue belt in jujitsu, and it was a very exciting milestone. He's no longer a "beginner," but has now achieved a respectable senior rank!
If your last name is not Child, I guarantee you will be bored by this post.
Alrightie then. So way back at the end of December, (yep, I'm that far behind) Gage received his blue belt in jujitsu, and it was a very exciting milestone. He's no longer a "beginner," but has now achieved a respectable senior rank!
Jon and I were really proud of him, and I was happy that he had lots of family around to cheer for his accomplishment! The Wahnschaffe's had just arrived in Sacramento that day to celebrate New Year's with us, and my dad was there too.
We all made a big deal about how awesome he is, and I have to say, it was one of those "proud Mama moments" for me! It was very satisfying to see him happy- and proud of himself- for something that he had achieved all on his own.
At times Gage can be a "glass-half-empty" kind of kid, and he'll focus on the things he's not good at. It drives me crazy, because I know that Gage has the ability to do- or be- anything he wants to in life! He just needs to stop fretting, and start working... hopefully these little accomplishments will help him realize that he can be successful when he applies himself!
A few days after the blue-belt excitement, we rang in the New Year with the fam and some friends at our house, and it was really fun!
We don't usually host "parties," because we don't drink alcohol, and everyone else on the planet does. Except for people at Church. But we don't really hang out with them either. (Are we anti-social)?
Having Janae in town always adds excitement to whatever we're doing, and New Year's Eve was no exception. We played games and ate, and chatted and ate some more, and played more games, while the kids pretty much did their own thing- it was a very fun contrast to our typically quieter New Years Eves...
Once January rolled around, my life became infinitely more chaotic, because I had decided to enroll in a math class that has completely kicked my butt since the day I began!
Which is why I stopped blogging, but I think I already complained about that a post or two ago.
He and Jon had decided to build the car in the shape of a Twinkie. I have no idea why... they're so whacked.
That's right, the Speedy Twinkie achieved 1st place!
He actually placed first in a few of the millions of "heats" I endured that night, and we all returned home happier this year...
February didn't bring snow to the Sierras, but our birthdays came anyway; Olivia turned six, and I turned,
even
older.
Because I was so preoccupied with the math mess I'd gotten myself into, I pretty much skipped any real celebration! Instead, we decided to combine mine & Olivia's "parties" at Chuck E. Cheese (FUN! Just where I always wanted to go)...
Olivia brought her little best friend from Kindergarten, and I was happy that she ended up having such a great time!
And even though I skipped a "friend party" for her this year, Olivia received a bit of attention at school from her classmates,
and from her Daisy troop,
AND at home on her actual birthday!
She was ecstatic to receive a Nintendo 3ds, and the other kids were pretty excited too!
Jon and I usually go skiing in February for my birthday, but as I mentioned previously, there was NO SNOW this year, so we left the kids with my dad and went to Vegas instead!
Weird! I went from being a kid to a mom, and it happened really fast!
Bug officially became a Girl Scout in March, participating in an "Investiture Ceremony" with all the other little Kindergarteners in her troop!
It was pretty cute- I must say- and she was very excited!
She loves having her own girl scout experiences (after having watched Ivy the past few years) and she proudly informed me that night that she is almost "grown up!"
Scary food adventures,
(not to mention scary math exams)
Pajama parties,
field trips,
and even Open House!
Once again, I totally SCORED in the teacher department, and can honestly say that I LOVE each of my kids' teachers this year!
Yep, it was a busy month, and March was full of excitement, but the most exciting thing BY FAR was the fact that
Tahoe
finally
got
some
S N O W!
Well, some of us can...
Gage is doing really well on his board; he's completely independent (which helps IMMENSELY); he can ride the lifts alone, strap his boots to the board, ride down, and then do it all over again!
That's Gage riding the lift behind Jon and Ives! It's so cute that he's growing up. He wasn't happy about riding the lifts alone, but realized that Bug & Ivy need more help than he does, so he sucked it up and bravely hopped on!
and from her Daisy troop,
She was ecstatic to receive a Nintendo 3ds, and the other kids were pretty excited too!
It was spectacularly fun!
We stayed at the Flamingo, in a fabulous room that had a fabulous view of the strip:
It was such a great get-away, and our 3 nights went WAY too fast!
We packed a lot into our short visit; we shopped,
and even got to see a show, in spite of the fact that we were attempting Vegas on a "budget"!
Jim and Mir had given us tickets to see the Tournament of Kings for my birthday, and we were so surprised when we recognized one of the actors in the show (France's knight) from 6 years earlier! We'd last seen the show when I was pregnant with Olivia, and I couldn't believe the same guy was still there... it was pretty crazy!
And the show was even cooler than it had been the last time! Like everything else in Vegas, it was bigger, and better, and shinier than before...
Overall, our 4-day-week-end in Vegas had been tons of fun, and was a much-needed break from real life,
which hit pretty fast as soon as we got home!
a few of us had Crazy Hair,
We stayed at the Flamingo, in a fabulous room that had a fabulous view of the strip:
It was such a great get-away, and our 3 nights went WAY too fast!
We packed a lot into our short visit; we shopped,
we ate (WAY too much),
we took in all the sights...
and even got to see a show, in spite of the fact that we were attempting Vegas on a "budget"!
Jim and Mir had given us tickets to see the Tournament of Kings for my birthday, and we were so surprised when we recognized one of the actors in the show (France's knight) from 6 years earlier! We'd last seen the show when I was pregnant with Olivia, and I couldn't believe the same guy was still there... it was pretty crazy!
And the show was even cooler than it had been the last time! Like everything else in Vegas, it was bigger, and better, and shinier than before...
Overall, our 4-day-week-end in Vegas had been tons of fun, and was a much-needed break from real life,
Some of us got sick in February,
a few of us had Crazy Hair,
and one of us stayed up all hours of the night trying to remember exponents, logarithms, trig functions, and limits...
grrrr...
The end of February brought a kata contest for Gage,
but he was really bummed when he and his partner placed 4th.
We tried to explain to him that because he is so non-competitive and non-aggressive, he didn't receive the highest marks that he could have.
He's just so reserved! He hasn't seemed to be able to throw himself completely into his competitions. We're trying to reassure him (and ourselves!) that it will come... and even if it doesn't, he is the COOLEST KID I KNOW!
He's just so reserved! He hasn't seemed to be able to throw himself completely into his competitions. We're trying to reassure him (and ourselves!) that it will come... and even if it doesn't, he is the COOLEST KID I KNOW!
A few days after the kata contest, we wrapped up February with a pack meeting, and Gage received his Bear Award in cub scouts. It was pretty cute!
And then came March!
Ivy's soccer team played the indoor season this year (beginning in January and continuing through May), and she tried the "goalie" position a few times, but like Gage, she's not aggressive and fearless enough for the job. She felt bad when the other team got some goals past her, but at least her team never lost because of her poor goalie skills!
Ivy also participated in "Pioneer Days" in March. Her class spent a day in Old Sacramento at the school-house learning about the first settlers in Sacramento during the 1800's, and then spent another day on a ranch doing Pioneer activities like churning butter, making candles, "farming," etc.
It was so exciting to find the same dress that my mom had sewn for me twenty-something years earlier when I attended that school and enjoyed Pioneer Days! It was a seriously bizarre feeling to see my own little girl wearing a dress that I clearly remembered wearing... And I was thrilled that something my mom had created was being worn by one of her grand-kids.
Another bizarre memory this winter was the "wax museum" at the kids' school. When I was in the 5th grade "wax museum" (in 1985), I was Anne Sullivan (Helen Keller's tutor). So I couldn't resist posing for a picture with the "current" Anne Sullivan as I walked past her at this year's museum...
Weird! I went from being a kid to a mom, and it happened really fast!
Bug officially became a Girl Scout in March, participating in an "Investiture Ceremony" with all the other little Kindergarteners in her troop!
It was pretty cute- I must say- and she was very excited!
She loves having her own girl scout experiences (after having watched Ivy the past few years) and she proudly informed me that night that she is almost "grown up!"
Whew!
March was busy, indeed.
We had Girl Scout Cookie sales,
Yep, it was a busy month, and March was full of excitement, but the most exciting thing BY FAR was the fact that
Tahoe
finally
got
some
S N O W!
HALLELUJAH,
we CAN ski!
Olivia is a seriously difficult kid to deal with on the slopes. She's very independent, and I'm realizing she just might have a bit of a sassy streak... maybe...
Gage is doing really well on his board; he's completely independent (which helps IMMENSELY); he can ride the lifts alone, strap his boots to the board, ride down, and then do it all over again!
That's Gage riding the lift behind Jon and Ives! It's so cute that he's growing up. He wasn't happy about riding the lifts alone, but realized that Bug & Ivy need more help than he does, so he sucked it up and bravely hopped on!
All in all, the kids are doing pretty well.
So now April is here (which is FLAT OUT SHOCKING), and all of that beautiful snow which makes for such wonderful skiing,
also makes for crappy travelling!
I'm supposed to be en-route to Utah even as we speak, but because of Winter Storm Warnings for the next 10 days, Jon insisted that I stay home.
I'm totally bummed to have to post-pone my trip, but I'll try again in 8 more weeks when the kids are out of school, and I'm a bit less stressed about my own school work!
Besides, I could really use a week to get caught up in my class, my house, my blog, my LIFE! Vacation would have been a lot of fun, but I can also use the time at home more productively.
And hopefully I'll be able to catch up a little on my rest, too.
And with that, my friends, I shall close this very long-winded and long-over-due post!
See you in May!
And hopefully I'll be able to catch up a little on my rest, too.
And with that, my friends, I shall close this very long-winded and long-over-due post!
See you in May!
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