Alexandria, VA: From a country gone crazy with mandemonium (pandemonium sparked by seeing a man near a child) comes this all points bulletin, below. Notice that while “At no time did the unknown man attempt to leave the area with the child,” the police nonetheless give a detailed description of the suspect…er…Samaritan…er…suspect. And they are looking for leads.
What are they going to charge him with? Attempted kindness? Doesn’t he know better than to act like a decent human being?
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Dear Person Who Hurt My Feelings,
It never occurred to my husband and me we would need to explain ourselves but, after our 2 encounters and conversations I have changed my mind.
Two years ago, Terry and I set up 2-$1500 scholarships in memory/honor of my dad and my uncle. Both AHS graduates, parents of AHS grads, and grandfather’s AHS grads, they died within 12 weeks of each other in 2012. The scholarships are awarded to students who plan to go to a trade/vocational school.
I am still shocked you accused us/me of encouraging students to not go to college/pursue higher education. To PAY them not further their education, I believe you said. Although you kept interrupting me I tried to explain to you that we know that college is not a good fit for everyone and not everyone wants to go to college. Without skilled trades our country would not be able to function. No welders, no plumbers, no chefs, no electricians, no cosmetologists, no utility linemen, no lots of things. As a country we no longer have the plethora apprenticeships of 150 years ago where young people could learn a trade by doing. We don’t even have the method that my dad and my uncle learned on their jobs as a Texas Electric (now Oncor) lineman who became a General Foreman or Arlington Fire Department fire-fighter who became a Lieutenant. I understand you were extremely unhappy with everything I said and I heard you each time you let me know “others feel the same way” including AHS faculty and staff. I haven’t spoken to anyone else who tells me they feel the same as you but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
For a long time before we were actually were able to set up the scholarships Terry and I (along with our kids and children-in-law) talked and prayed about setting up the Skilled Trades Scholarship. I am not going to apologize for our scholarships; we think they are very important for those young people who earn them. No, our recipients are not in the top 2% of their class but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve help furthering their education, albeit in a non-traditional school.
If you have a concern about “the message which is being sent to our young people” with these scholarships please contact my husband, Terry. He doesn’t cry as easily as me and he says he’d love to speak to you.
Arne Duncan doesn’t “get it”. We don’t dislike Common Core because we are White Suburban Moms who only care about our kids. We don’t like it and standardized testing because they aren’t good for ALL students.
Originally posted on Diane Ravitch's blog:
Arne Duncan once made an insulting comment about “white suburban moms” who got angry about Common Core tests because they were disappointed to learn that their child was not as brilliant as they believed.
This white suburban mom has written a response to Arne.
EditThe beautiful crape myrtle. One of my favorite trees.
This is the proper way a crape myrtle’s trunk should look.
These trees are very popular in Texas but too many people abuse them when they trim them. A friend posted about this pet peeve we share and I decided to share her comments and links as well as the comments of our favorite Texas landscape/gardening expert, Neil Sperry.
DO NOT “MURDER YOUR MYRTLES”.
Crape Myrtles are NOT supposed to be topped. For some reason, landscapers (use term loosely) and homeowners have been butchering them the last few years.
Here are a few articles regarding this issue.
“This is the preferred or best way to prune a crape myrtle.” Nothing could be farther from the truth. For the overwhelming majority of us, the appropriate approach is to enhance the natural shape of our crape myrtles.
“Crape myrtles bloom better when cut back.” This is not accurate. The flower clusters may be larger on severely pruned trees, but the added weight on the ends of long, thin branches causes them to bend over awkwardly, especially after it rains. These low-hanging flower heads can create problems and get in the way when a crape myrtle is planted near a driveway, sidewalk or path. And since the tree is smaller, fewer flower clusters are actually produced.
“You can cut back a crape myrtle to change its shape.” There are a wide variety of crape myrtle cultivars available today, and as you look around area landscapes you will see great diversity among them. Some grow tall and upright like a vase, while others are shorter and spreading, more like a mushroom. These shapes are controlled by genetics. You cannot make an upright-growing crape myrtle grow in the shape of a mushroom by cutting it back. So, if you want a crape myrtle that will mature in the shape you desire, be sure you plant one that naturally grows that way.
“Young crape myrtles should be cut back to make them look fuller.” Young trees often appear more spindly and less substantial than older, well-established trees. However, this is a matter of age, not something that needs to be corrected with pruning. Young crape myrtles are not supposed to look like older crape myrtles. Over time, young trees will attain the shapely, full canopies of older trees without drastic pruning.
“You should cut back a crape myrtle to control its size.” If the height of the crape myrtle is not causing a problem with a nearby structure or power lines, there is little reason to reduce a tree’s height. To cut a crape myrtle back for the vague reason of “it just seems too large” ignores the fact that these plants are trees. They are supposed to be relatively large. Nobody cuts back redbuds, silver bells, flowering cherries and other spring-flowering trees just because they dared to grow into what they are — small trees. Why do we do it to crape myrtles?
“Come on home now. Someone’s kicked the door open and emptied the house.”
Not where I thought that phone call was headed when Terry called me at 2:58 on Wednesday afternoon.
“They” stole what Terry describes as “anything valued at more than a dollar”. Every drawer and closet was gone through and under every bed was checked. Contents of all were tossed into the floor, sometimes even the drawers were thrown into the floor. The fact that “they” decided to flood the house is the icing on the cake.
Water. Water. Everywhere.
We said a prayer yesterday evening for our burglars. If anyone needs Jesus it’s whoever “they” are. We’ve narrowed down the the time frame to about 11:15 to 1:00. I was planning to go home at lunch and turned the wrong direction. Rather than fight the traffic to turn around I just went elsewhere.
God is good and we thank Him for His intervention.
No one was home to see anything. Most of our neighbors work and our friends across the street who are retired were having lunch and an afternoon with their daughter and Grands.
The police officers said it was probably gang related. They suspect it was a group of four to six 16-18 year olds and who were probably skipping school or at lunch. One stands guard, the others each take a room and they are in and out in a very short time. We’ve also been told that flooding the hope is the “in” method for covering your tracks.
Twenty-four hours later we have a police report, an appointment with our insurance adjusters on Wednesday morning (2adjusters since one will handle the theft and the other will deal with losses from the flooding), we have a room at the local Holiday Inn, and we have 17 fans and 2 dehumidifiers in our house. It’s very loud.
We are finding more and more things gone as we clean up the mess.
On the flip side of loss we are finding more and more blessings with each passing hour. Examples of blessings include things like no one was home, the dogs, though traumatized, are okay (Stormy appears to have been kicked – I know she did let strangers in her house willingly nor did she let them stick Dirk and her in the backyard without a fight!), friends are helping do laundry since everything in the floor must be washed, and a dear friend – actually our oldest honorary godson and the oldest child of our friends the Barlens – has started a GoFundMe on our behalf and caused us both to sob when we found out. He told his mom he wanted to make certain our deductible and out of pocket expenses…weren’t. We are somewhere between stunned but overcome with emotion and embarrassed at people’s thoughtfulness and generosity.
I leave you with a couple of photos of our bedroom.