Can you help me figure out what is important and what I should keep? I went to college and I can't.
100 pieces of paper after 5 days of school. The girls are in 3rd and 4th grade. How much money does it cost to print off 100 pieces of paper? How many weeks of school are there? Figure 100 pieces of paper times the weeks of school and I'm sure that's a small fortune, and that is for two children. Just two. There is something terribly wrong here.
When schools go green, I will most likely roll over in my grave. My grave? Yep. I think it will take them that long to take advantage of a little thing called the Internet that most likely every person in our school district has in their home. Today was the first day back to school for my girls. It may sound weird, but one of the things I dread the very most about them going back to school is all the paper. Forms for this and that. Newsletters. Permission slips. PTO announcements. Market Day forms....you get the idea. These papers stress me out and make my life very complicated. Where do I put them? Are they important? Do I really care about Market Day? Maybe I really should, but I don't.
This is what came home in my girls' folders today.
I counted about 40 pieces of paper. I decided I'm going to do an experiment. From now until the end of the school year I am going to keep all the papers the girls get sent home in a bin. How many trees will be cut down to supply my two girls with endless forms to fill out and redundant announcements about How to drop off your kid in the morning and the new food policy at PHM? We'll just have to see.
We went to see the Virtual Reality tour of the World's Colombian Expedition from 1891 today at the Museum of Science and Industry. Rob and I have read The Devil in the White City, a book about a serial killer during the World's fair, and a simultaneous story line of the development of the fair. It was an amazing book. Since then, I have read 2 different stories from this era. When we heard about this exhibit, we knew we had to go! It was amazing to see the images from my imagination come to life and scale. It truly was a remarkable Worlds Fair for it's time. A true Dream City.
Lucky for us, My Uncle Bud
(the handsome guy on the left) happens to be a volunteer at the museum, and he got us in FREE! Growing up in Chicago, we used to go all the time free, but now it costs a small fortune to bring a family of 5 in for a day of fun at the museum. Uncle Bud is one of the guys who runs the gigantic $3.3 train set in the middle of the museum. Maddie thought it was hilarious as he pointed out a miniature Elvis on a street corner, as well as a dead body in the Chicago river. It's really there! I had no idea. I guess the Mafia used to dump bodies there, so it really is a part of history.
I love Chicago. I love it's history. It is my favorite city on Earth, and it was facinating to me to spend a day delving deeper into what has made it the amazing city it is today. Thanks Uncle Bud! You Rock!
I've been waiting to pull out this blog post for a while. I wasn't sure when to post it, but on the second snow date in a week, we've got a little extra time on our hands. Amber reminded me about the Twinkies this morning, so there could be no better time.
Heres the back story: 15 years ago when Rob and I got married, we were leading Lifeline at Granger Community Church. Rob was the new Youth Pastor. We had about 20 kids that attended regularly at the time. The kids ( I say kids...I was 19) were so kind and creative and clever in the gifts they gave us.
One in particular has been a source of conversation for ....15 years. I remember so clearly sitting around (before the wedding) talking with Erica and Melissa Griffey, and a few other students about Twinkies. We debated about whether Twinkies really did have a shelf life of 15 years like everyone said they did.
Fast forward to a wedding reception Granger gave for me and Rob shortly after our wedding. Among the 
gift cards and blenders, there was a box of Twinkies. Erica and Melissa were smiling ear to ear.
Little did they know that that box of Twinkies would survive our move into Park Jefferson apartments, Tuxedo Drive, Cherry Rd., and now our present home. Who would have guessed?
The idea is to put the theory to the test within the next month. Anyone interested? 6 of the 10 Twinkies have mysteriously vanished over the years, despite warnings posted all over the zip lock bag around the box. I have a feeling many a babysitter went home from our house with a bad bellyache.
Who's up for the challenge? There are 4 Twinkies calling your name!
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