Traveling is Fun. Pre-Travel is Not.


I hate pre-traveling.

The planning.My Packing Skills Have a Lot to Be Desired.

The scheduling.

The packing.

The over packing.

The drive to the airport (2:45 am wake-up call).

The sleepless night because you lie in fear you won’t hear your 17 alarm clocks, and you will miss the whole thing.

The arriving at the airport 2 hours early, just so I can make my way through security in 43 seconds.

While 43 seconds sounds quick, it’s a lifetime when you’re being touched in places where you shouldn’t be touched (how many people on the no-fly list do I share a name with???)

The checking in at the hotel only to discover I’ve forgotten something I reminded myself over and over not to forget (mental note… don’t forget toothbrush… and pants).

You may be asking why I travel if it’s such a hassle?

Because it’s free!  And you know how I love the free stuff (email me if you have any questions… and free stuff).

Once or twice a year, I accept a very gracious invitation that has me show up and attend meetings at a location that’s at least 40 degrees warmer than the one in which I live.

This time it’s the good people at District Administration Magazine.

They have been kind enough to fly me to Phoenix.  They are also going to provide me with some professional development.

And golf.

But mostly professional development.

With some golf.

I can’t thank them enough for the airfare, resort hotel, the opportunity to learn more about technology, instructional design, health care budgets, drop-out prevention, and school wellness.

And don’t forget the golf.

Now if I could just do this without all the pre-travel hassle.

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Erectile Dysfunction. (This Blog is Safe for Work.)


Let’s talk about erectile dysfunctionI Remember When Golf Was a Family Game..

I’m disgusted, so we’re all going to suffer (this is worse than a bad blog… it’s an uncomfortably bad blog).

For the record, I’m not disgusted by erectile dysfunction.  These things happen (so I hear… ).

I’m disgusted by the fact I can’t watch golf on TV without being bombarded with ads about ED (which is evidently the hip way to say erectile dysfunction… which by the way, I’m uncomfortable saying in any form).

I’m going to snap if I see one more “When the moment is right” commercial.

I can handle watching it the first time.  Maybe even 3 times.  But I can’t take hundreds of times during an athletic event.

I don’t think it’s asking too much to watch golf with my daughter without seeing these types of ads.

Especially when they’re in such high rotation (it’s like a Michael Jackson video on MTV in 1983).

It’s troubling.

Actually, it gets more and more troubling as I get older (both the ads and the condition).

Why can’t my daughter grow up in a world without knowing about ED?

Why am I put in a  position where I have to discuss this “condition” with her and she’s not even 10 years old?

I just want to watch a few minutes of golf in peace and quiet.  I don’t want to watch couples lock eyes and embrace as they repaint their living room.

Just for the record:  I’ve painted a lot of rooms and it isn’t “that” much fun.

Plus, if you have ED, don’t you know it?

It’s not like you’re watching golf and say “Hey, wait a second.  That happens to me!”

Do you really need 189 commercials before you think…

…“I may need to speak with my doctor”

I’m all for being open and honest about any issue, but there’s also a time and a place.

And my Sunday afternoons aren’t it.

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It’s Spring at School.


There is a different feeling at school these days. And I think I know what it is. masters2007-203

Winter is winding down. I know this because I can now walk more than 10 feet and no one asks me about having a snow day.

While this is the surest sign winter is over, there are others that indicate spring has arrived.

But don’t get too excited.

Spring foreshadows the end of school, not that school is over.

This is a very important point for antsy students. And teachers. And me.

If you have spent any time around schools you may recognize some of these indicators that spring is upon us.

The senior class is restless. While they aren’t sure what they are going to do with their lives, they are sure they don’t want to be in high school anymore.

Life awaits them. They are ready to grab life by the horns.

They don’t have a clue.

In about 7 months, they will realize high school wasn’t so bad.

Teachers are restless. Summer awaits them. And they are also ready.

The problem is they have forgotten summer lasts about 7 seconds. Then it is over (although the good news is… there is a summer break every year).

Junior high boys are jumpy. Although this type of behavior is not all that unusual, it does drive adults even crazier come springtime.

On top of this there is a stench in the air (and hallways). While not recognizable to younger staff members, I immediately know what it is when I see/smell it.

Love.

It’s everywhere in the spring.

And it seldom ends well… for the boys. But like most lessons in life, sometimes you have to learn the hard way. Good luck gentlemen. You are going to need it.

In about 3 weeks.

High School baseball has started. Which means it is going to rain. Almost every day.

It doesn’t rain so much on days when the team has practice, but there is a 97% chance on game days.

The tulips came up in my yard. Then it snowed on them. It’s definitely spring.

My lawn went from brown and dead to green and 8 inches tall… in less than 24 hours. And lucky for me, I have no time to mow during this time of year.

While good for me, it’s bad for the neighbors. But technically this is their fault.

They should have known the risk they were taking when they moved in next door to a school administrator (also, they shouldn’t blame me when toilet paper blows off my trees and into their yard at Halloween).

I will mow my yard consistently after graduation. In May. Unless I am too tired.

I know it is spring when the countdown starts.

There is at least one teacher in every school who has the official end of the year countdown. They can tell you exactly how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds until school is out for the summer.

These teachers are more than willing to share this information with everyone they come into contact. Starting on about January 2.

You know it’s spring when on the nights you have meetings after school, it is 75 degrees and sunny outside.

And the nights you don’t have meetings, it is 37 degrees and windy.

Spring means I have moved my golf clubs from the garage to my truck.

This act doesn’t mean I have time to actually use them, but I am getting prepared for June (after I mow my yard… after graduation… no matter if I’m tired or not).

So I am declaring winter officially over and spring has arrived.

The signs are all here.

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