Life:School

I haven't written in a while for 3 reasons. First, life. Second, I got sidetracked with Facebook which is fun, but definitely a time waster. Third, the last blog I attempted to write was both political and religious and I had a hard time articulating exactly what I was thinking. If I had sat down and thought about it long enough the words would have eventually come. However, it was one of those subjects that is controversial enough that I was worried I might one day have to defend my outlook. It's not that I think my opinion could be swayed by anyone but I am not a particularly skilled orator and no doubt I would lose a debate to anyone who might care enough to challenge me on it. So, I've decided to go on to other things that are a lot more meaningful to me because they have to do with blog inhibitor #1. Life.

Before I proceed, let me put the reader's mind at ease by telling you that I got off scot-free with my last scandal. (If you are in the dark about this and would like to be enlightened you can refer to my last entry.) There were no social repercussions (that I'm aware of) although it's probably ruined any future political career I might have had on the Parent Advisory Board at their school. Not because so many people know about it but because I would be afraid to run for anything with that kind of guilt weighing on my conscience. No harm done. My oratory skills would not have allowed me to run for office anyway. All this talk about school brings me back again to the main focus of this blog. Life.

I have spent many hours of my life at the kids' school lately. Whether it be for volunteering, picking up sick kids, bringing in forgotten homework or sack lunches, carpooling, watching music programs, history programs, Christmas programs or celebrations. Sometimes I feel like I'm there as much as they are. I've posted a few pictures of Bryton's Colorado State History program with him dressed as a mountain man, Brooklyn's colonial days celebration and Sydney's immigration program with her decked out in authentic Hungarian garb.

More on the subject of life in my next entry. Hopefully I won't have to wait for John to be on another camp out with the Scouts in order to get to it.