Friday, July 20, 2012

Supply Season

It was 107 yesterday.  No wonder I felt like a puddle of butter, and I was one tired puppy by the end of the day.  Mardel's had their big, school supply sale.  The store was packed with teachers looking for supplement material and bulletin board makings.  Then there were all the homeschool mom's along with their kids shopping for, well, all sorts of thangs.  You can tell the difference in the two women. And yes, it was almost totally women in the store - maybe a few dads helping out with the kids.  Basically, I was there to help with the GGs - giving my DIL time to look for supplies.  But I was also there to look for some workbooks for my tutoring.  I ended up spending quite a bit of time looking through the workbooks and very little time on supplies - darn it. You know how I love school supplies!  Here is a post written several years ago explaining just how much I love supplies.  I should mention that we also went to Hobby Lobby yesterday - they already had their fall decorations out:

I am always amazed how early stores start putting out their seasonal items. Before Thanksgiving is over, Christmas stuff starts showing up everywhere. As soon as the Christmas stuff is off the shelves, Valentines are up. It is almost as if the stores control the seasons – not the seasons controlling the stores. The change of seasons is always exciting to me, but my favorite seasonal change is the back-to-school season. And right now, the school supplies are out! There is just something about school supplies lining the aisles at Wal-Mart that gives me a thrill. My kids will tell you that when the school supplies are set out, I just go crazy. I have been known to squeal with excitement. Tim the Toolmans’ snort is nothing compared to my snort when I see notebooks, pencils, folders…I am not sure what it is about these things, but I want to buy them all.

Back to school was always such a special time growing up. Mom and Dad took us kids to buy new clothes, and of course, school supplies letting us each pick out a new binder to carry all of our papers and pencils. Hmm, pencils! There is just nothing like a new Ticondaroga pencil in your hand with a fresh eraser on the end. The binder you chose made a statement on your personality – maybe you had one with a rock-star, or a puppy, or maybe just mod flowers. Of course, you got to buy scissors, glue, and Crayolas – snort! Picking out a new lunch box was exciting too. All of those supplies are great, but it is the paper that really turns me on. There is just something about having a clean white sheet of paper in front of you. I love loose-leaf paper, spiral notebooks, composition notebooks, and sketchpads – growl, snort! Then there are the boxes to put all your supplies in – pencil boxes, Crayola boxes, and other organizers. Organizers! I love the ones with calendars and address pages plus a few pages to just make notes or doodle. Special pens! I love picking out a new pen – normally I pick black ink with a roller ball tip, but sometimes I have to get some way-out color ink - like purple or pink – snort, snort.

Toby will tell you that I am the same way about art supplies. He cringes every time I tell him that I am going to Hobby Lobby or when I get a new Cheap Joe’s catalog. Because I supply my art students with all of their needs, I do get to buy lots of art stuff - snort - watercolor paper - snort. Toby says that if he dies first, he knows where all of his hard-earned money will go. It will go to my traveling and buying art supplies.

Alas, my kids are grown, and I do not need any school supplies. I can't wait till Lizzie is old enough for school. I have bought some crayons and a coloring book for her. But at two-years -old, she tends to break the crayons, put them in strange places, or just scrape them against her teeth. I don't think she is ready for scissors and glue. Yesterday, I walked through the school supplies at Wal-Mart and just drooled. Hmm, maybe some pencils…


I do plan on buying some notebooks and stuff for my tutoree -  and for me.  Tis the season.

8 comments:

Buck said...

In re: back-to-school. It sure was different when I was a kid... and I don't know if it's coz I'm male or of a different generation. Prolly both. ALL my composition books were those black & white granite-looking pattern things. My lunch box was plain black, too, and I carried a leather book-bag, seein' as how there were no rock stars until Elvis came along when I was in seventh grade. Was I deprived? I think not. ;-)

Stefan said...

After 7th grade, the only thing I had was a Pee-Chee. It was a semi-cultural thing, in that real men (boys) didn't carry purses, back-packs, or even your girl-friends books.

A Pee-Chee carried only paper and a protractor. It also had a multiplication table in it up to 12 times 12, so no one had to really learn math.

I didn't carry a lunch, because I got 40 cents to buy lunch in the cafeteria (which was 35 cents) and an apple, bannana, or orange was 5 cents.

Unknown to my parents though, that 40 cents was converted to gas and we all pitched in and rode around in Eddie Hartley's 50 Ford coupe to raise hell during the lunch hour.

Sadly, Eddie got MS at 18 and we buried him 10 years later. I think it was the bad booze they had in those days, or maybe Wanda had a virus we didn't know about... She died in 1973 when her brakes failed coming into Rhododendron at Mach 2 and hitting a tree.

All those books she carried in school having been a total waste...

Yep, two Pee-Chee's and ur gud ta go the whole school year...

Becky G said...

Ahh, school supplies! I've always had a thing for notebooks and pens. And there's nothing quite like a fresh, unspoiled box of new crayons.

Bag Blog said...

In high school my dad gave me five dollars a week for whatever, but mostly for lunch. I didn't eat lunch and used the money for gas in my old 63 Chevy truck. Well, maybe I saved one dollar for coke money. Being a girl, though, I could talk some guy into buying me a coke.

Bag Blog said...

I still love a new box of crayolas.

Stefan said...

Oh my! I had a 67 Chevy truck in about 1980. The gas-o-meter was as big as the speed-o-meter and you could actually watch it move as you drove. I thought I had a leak, but nope, that truck was just hungry...

NavyOne said...

Ugh, 107 is gross. . . It is hard to function while outside. . .

Bag Blog said...

You are right about that! It is miserable once the temps go three digits.