Less than a block from my daughter’s school is a slaughter house. On most days you will see dead pigs in the front. I’m not sure what disqualifies these pigs from becoming bacon or sausage but they are discarded into a pile in front of the operation, separated from the good pigs I guess. I like to drive
over and look at them. Only in Iowa can you see dead pigs when taking your kids to school.
A requirement in the Monticello school system is that when there is snow on the ground, children must wear snow pants and boots to school. If the children forget to bring regular shoes to school to wear after they remove their boots, then they are sentenced to a day of teasing because they have to wear their boots all day. A few days ago my daughter told me about a horrific situation where a class mate forgot his shoes. “He had to wear his boots ALL day mom! It was awful, he was such a stand-out, and no one wants to be a stand-out.”
Today after I dropped the kids off at school and
returned home I noticed my daughter shoes sitting by the door. The horror! She forgot her shoes. I quickly rushed back to school to deliver her shoes. As I
walked through the hall-way I saw two different children sobbing uncontrollably and being consoled by their teachers. One teacher said, “It’s not a big deal to
wear your boots all day, take a deep breath.” Apparently these teachers were not aware of the stand-out situation. I was greeted with a big smile, a hug and a “thanks mom.” Thankfully my daughter is still young enough for me to save the day.
British Word of the Day – Puff
Our British friends call a fart, a puff. They sometimes say they “puff a dart.” I guess they get a good laugh when they see some of our products: Tissues: Puffs and Puffs plus, Coco Puffs, Sugar Puffs, Puff Pastry and so on. I wonder if they laugh when they sing the song, Puff the Magic Dragon.
If you click the link at the top of the page titled PJ Blog, you can see an article I wrote about my dog Charlie. There’s a cute picture too.
Do something wild and unexpected today passengers! (But no licking the windows unless you are on the short bus with my Dad and Jackie Welter-Mayne!)