Conference Eve

Tonight is the night before I begin my favorite 4 days of the year. I am leaving in the morning for the OneThing Conference hosted by the House of Prayer in Kansas City. I will be in the midst of amazing worship, prayer, and teaching for the next few days. This is the first time in a few years I'll be attending the conference by myself, and to be honest I am glad. I need a few days alone with God. I know for the past several years God has taught me a great deal at the conference and I am sure this year will be the same. Needless to say, I'm excited!

And for those of you reading the blog who sponsored me by buying pop this year, my total came to a little over five hundred dollars. It's enough to pay my hotel costs. I had set back extra money for other expenses, so this week is basically free. Thanks for your support. For this single gal, it means a lot to be able to go without getting into debt. THANKS!

So, I am signing off for a few days. I won't be taking the computer because the hotel charges $10 a day for internet. I'll just wait and blog when I return. I don't want to waste money on something I can have for free after the conference!

So until then, HAVE A GREAT DAY!

Be blessed!

At Home at IHOP-KC again...

Before I go into my deep ponderings for the day, I wanted to take a moment and give two thumbs up for the movie "Marley and Me." I went and saw it this afternoon with my parents, and I can honestly say it was one of the best movies I've seen in a while. The book, written by John Grogan, is one of my all-time favorite books. A couple years ago it was passed around through my family, and I LOVED the book. I figured the movie wouldn't do the book justice. And, I can honestly say, it did. I highly recommend this movie, and book if you haven't read it. I will warn those of you with little little kids, it does have a bit of language in it, so you will want to wait until they're a bit bigger to see it. I'll save my ponderings on language in movies for another day... (be glad!)

This evening, I rode into Kansas City to join Misty's team in worship. Justin Rizzo led the set before it, and I was in on about an hour of that set before Misty's team came out. It was all intense worship tonight. And, the prayer room was packed. I think many people came in for the conference early and are enjoying the regular prayer room before the conference kicks off on Sunday.

And, as I shared the other night, the flow time was the best part for me. Well, almost, a few of the songs tugged at my heart, but the flow time caught me...again.

Misty sang out, "I believe that You move at the sound of my voice." Honestly, this isn't a new phrase for her, she has it in at least a couple of songs on her CD's. Tonight though, it caught me.

I mean, I pray a lot. And not always the way you think. I pray in my head or outloud, so it's not always the praying where your head is bowed and your eyes are closed. I think you can pray anytime anywhere without letting the world know you're praying. And, I believe that God hears every prayer. I really do.

Do I believe He ALWAYS moves at the sound of my voice? I'm not sure. And, to be honest, that bothers me. I believe He hears me, I just don't think He always moves the way I ask Him to. Otherwise, EVERYONE I have prayed healing for, would have been healed this side of heaven. And, in reality, God healed several by taking them to be with Him. That's not what I prayed for.

I will say that the flip is true too. There are people I have prayed healing for, and they have been healed. I don't know that it was my specific prayer that healed them, but I don't care. Our faith is built incredibly when we see something come to pass when we've labored in prayer over it.

Prayer is a faith challenge in a sense. Most people I talk to have labored in prayer for things, and at one point or another in their journey have had a prayer not answered. Seems a lot of people I talk to believe in prayer, but don't always expect to see results.

I guess it's all part of that "FAITH" walk I keep coming back to.

I know tonight Misty's phrase, "I believe that you move at the sound of my voice" has challenged me to actually go deeper in prayer.

Through all my typing here, I do believe He does move at the sound of my voice...I guess I just have to be content whatever His move may be...


Once again, I found myself incredibly thankful that God placed me in the family that He did. It was a typical Christmas Day for me, which is to say it was full of laughter, joy, fun, and relaxation. I realize that not everyone is as blessed and there was a day I took this for granted, but I don't anymore. You don't pick your family, God does. And, I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful group of people to be able to call "family."

In short, I am blessed.

I hope your Christmas was as wonderful as mine was...

There's not one thing about today I would change, even if I could...

And that's what I call "Blessed."

Merry Christmas to All!

Merry Christmas to all my loyal readers!

It is my prayer that everyone reading this will have a very special day with family and friends...and will remember Jesus in the midst of it all.

I hope you a wonderful Christmas, with happy memories that will last a lifetime.


"Things don't care."

Today has been sort of an ideal day. I have been in my chair for most of the day...reading, surfing the web, reading, playing with the dogs, reading, watching a movie, watching KU play ball, and of course, watching the TV show House.

During the show, there was a quote that struck me.

"Things don't care."

That statement caught me. This time of year we put SO MUCH emphasis on things. What we get and give to those we love...what we receive from those we love...things.

The things don't care about us. Why do we care about things?

It's people we should be caring about. Time spent with them and memories to last a lifetime.

Yesterday Roxie climbed on my chest for the first time ever and I actually got a picture taken of it.

That's just one example of a memory that will last me for years to come.

That's what matters.

People...and puppies...not things...


Christmas Break Top Ten List

I was able to be a bum today, as well as bond with my parents and the pups. It was a very relaxing day for me, which was a gift. My Dad and I went out and did a bit of shopping and we got to talking about what our top ten list of movies would be. I am pondering that, and my list will be posted in the days to come. For tonight, I have decided to do something a bit different...

I'm doing a Christmas Break Top Ten List. A list of highlights when I'm on break at the parent's house.

10. Not dealing with children who aren't on medication when they should be.
9. Surfing the net on my laptop in "my" chair.
8. Watching movies.
7. Wearing Windpants and hoodies everyday.
6. Not needing to be anywhere at any particular time of day.
5. OneThing Conference December 28-31.
4. Sleeping in.
3. Reading books.
2. Spending time with friends and family.
1. Cuddling with Roxie and Rudy!

Stay tuned for further Top Ten Lists!


One True Thing

One True Thing is streaming over on Hulu right now. I watched it yesterday while attacking some Christmas knitting.

The irony of this is totally available to me. When the movie first came out, my whole family commented how much I seemed like the Renee Zellweger character (especially when they refer to her and her best friend as "The Sylvia Plath Twins") and here I am just a few years later, doing the Christmas knitting and hoping my mom will be all right this Christmas.

By the time it got to this clip, the knitting was almost done and I was sobbing uncontrollably. Don't worry, you'll only see the five minute clip here.

Weathering the Cold

This morning I awoke and stayed in bed for a few minutes doing the I go to IHOP-KC for church or stay in bed? I knew that the weather forecast was for a high of something ridiculous like 8 degrees, not counting the wind chill. Of course, I decided to go.

Matt Gillman led worship, which was incredible. Matt has always amazed me. Just by looking at him, you wouldn't know he has the INCREDIBLE voice and ability to lead a group of people in song. It was an amazing set. At one point we did "Clap your Hands all Ye people" and the intensity was incredible. I stood there and laughed. I have missed intense worship since I was up here at Thankgiving. I just smiled...a lot. It was great.

I was expecting to hear Mike Bickle preach, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that Bob Sorge was scheduled to speak. Don't get me wrong, I like Mike, but I have always wanted to hear Bob preach. Bob has an interesting story actually.

Years ago he was an active pastor and worship leader. From what I understand he was a very annointed worship leader. Then he had some sort of vocal chord injury and he can't talk now. He whispers incredibly loudly into the mic, which they turn up more than usual so you can hear him. I have always wanted to see him in person. He's written several books, which I have never read, but I have always been intrigued by his story.

So today he preached and I really enjoyed it. He had several good points which had me taking several notes. My favorite nugget that I got this morning was, "We're not to despise the means God uses to get us where He wants us." That gripped me. I will be pondering that one for days to come. It was a short sermon due to his voice, but it was ALL very good.

I ate lunch in KC and headed to the prayer room for the afternoon. Jon Thurlow led two sets and Nathan Panke led another. I tell ya, I feel so at-home there. It was a very good, relaxing day. I got my Bible Study lesson done and read more of "The Negotiator" while I was there. It was wonderful. I am glad I weathered the bitter cold and went.

So now I'm back at my parent's. Both dogs are getting my attention and I'm curled up with my book and laptop.

What a great way to spend a break!


Wisdom and Revelation

So tonight I drove back into KC for another set led by Misty. I will admit, I debated about going because it is SO COLD here and my leg tenses up when it's bone chilling cold like this. In the end, I knew I needed to go. So, I put the book I'm absorbed in right now aside and went.

I find it amazing how different things are at IHOP as opposed to other worship settings I've been in. Not that the others are bad, they're just different. And honestly if everywhere was like IHOP, I don't think it'd be quite so special to me.

Last night was a night of deep, slow, intimate worship. I loved that.

Tonight was a night of intense, fast-paced worship. I loved that too.

And in the midst of it, they prayed out for God to give us more wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him. (It's actually out of Ephesians in case you were wondering.) What struck me tonight was that we never have all the wisdom and revelation that God has for us. At IHOP they typically pray that at least once during my time there. I like that because He always has more and more to show us. It never stops. I like makes walking this journey out this side of heaven more exciting.

Anyway, while tonight isn't quite as thought-provoking as last night, it was still really good.

Well, I need to crash. I have to drive back in for church in the morning!


What does love look like?

I made my way to Kansas City this evening to join in an evening of worship with my favorite worship leader, Misty Edwards. Misty has been my favorite worship leader at the House of Prayer for several years and she had taken time away from leading for a while, and tonight I was able to sit in on the set and relax before the Lord a bit.

Without meaning to get too spiritual on you all, (I know many of my readers aren't!) I wanted to share something neat that happened in the set. At the House of Prayer they do worship songs that are popular in that setting, and then they do "flow" time where they just sing whatever is on their hearts. I like the flow time because we don't have that in my church. Without getting into a big, drawn-out description, I enjoy the flow time because out of that God seems to speak to me in those moments.

In one of the "flow" cycles, Misty sang out, "What does love look like?"

That one phrase pierced my heart. I love to talk about love. How we love each other, the best ways to love people, etc. But, I had never thought about "What does love look like." I was moved.

Then she sang about Jesus on the cross. And, it grabbed me. I have been walking with God for 11 years and I had lost the depth of Jesus on the cross. I had allowed the cross to be something I take for granted. As she described Jesus on the cross with arms wide open, his heart fully exposed, I was excited to have that revelation brought back to me.

I needed that. I have struggled this year with Christmas. It seems each year I struggle more and more just because we give each other gifts, but don't always meditate on what Christmas is really all about. We give people we love gifts to show we love them, when in reality they already know that...why give a gift to show it?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not becoming Anti-Christmas at all. I'm just saying that I had personally come to a place where I had forgotten the depth of the cross and the fact He died for me. So tonight was very very good for me.

And of course, it didn't stop there. I was driving to my parent's house and I took it a step further.

In today's terms, what does love look like?

I started pondering and thinking about my life and the people in my little world. And here are just a few ways I've seen love first-hand.

My parents did an AWESOME job of raising my brother and me. They love me today with an unconditional love that can't be put into words, but you can see it in action. That's what love looks like.

I witnessed Mr. H. and his wife adopt a girl. After waiting for a long time for the right child, God gave them the perfect one for them. And this girl could have been kept by a young parent who wasn't ready to have a child, but instead Mr. H. and his wife love her unconditionally. That's what love looks like.

I watch the staff I work with deal with impossible situations in the lives of the students that God has put in each of our paths, and they love them unconditionally. That's what love looks like.

A friend of mine is walking through a season with his wife and she is very sick, and he's in there praying for her and supporting her the best he can. That's what love looks like.

Everyday I have a student drop by my room at the end of the day and we joke back and forth about random stuff. He's a neat kid, who I am glad I have in my life. But, if I'm out of my room for some reason, he leaves me a note on my computer each day saying, "bye. see you tomorrow". That's what love looks like.

I have watched several loved ones walk through Cancer and they have become stronger, better people because of it. And in the midst of it the people who support them do incredible things too. That's what love looks like.

I have walked through some drama as of late, and the people that I have let in on the situation have prayed for me and loved me in a way that I've never ever experienced before. That's what love looks like.

While this list could go on and on forever, I need to read a bit before I crash...

So, one final thought on what love looks like...

Roxie and Rudy are incredible dogs. So many times people feel they must talk ALL THE TIME to keep conversation going or to support a loved one when they're walking through stuff. Dogs on the other hand, just sit and cuddle.

And that my friends, is the simplest form of what love looks like...

You're A Mean One Mr Grinch

If you're wondering, it's me.

I'm the mean one. The only one who doesnt' give their class a party or let children play the last day of the semester. We're doing reflective writing.

I'm the mean one. Anyone else with me?

It's all about flexibility...

So, today we were back in school and I have to say it was the least productive day with my students that I've had all year. While it was fun for the kids, they mainly did arts and crafts today in their rooms so that left me with time to get paperwork done. Which, I should say, was nice.

So, now that my paperwork is done, I need to go run a few errands before relaxing with my new book.

So while my lesson plans were thrown out today, it was a pretty good day.


Knitting And The Single Woman

...or How I Ended Up With A Phone Sock

Once I realized that this fetching sock was too large for my sister's ipod, I was left to find another use for this beauty. It was still on the needles at the time and when my spirit club co sponsor noticed it, I told him I was experimenting with ipod socks.

My ulterior motive, of course, was to feel him out to see if he'd want it...

I need to stop and talk about my spirit club co sponsor. He is perfect. My love for him is deep and pure and platonic (because, seriously, he's about nine years old or something...). He is perfect for our silly club and he loves hand knits. When I gave him a hat, he went right inside to look at the striping and commented on how much he loved the inside. What!?

Comment sometime on the beauty of the wrong side of a hand knit. It's how to love a knitter.

So I was all ready to wrap this chunk of yarn and glory for my buddy until he said, "I really want an ipod sock, my wife promised to make me a felt one, but that hasn't happened yet."

Dang. Is it a strange moral line in the sand that I won't make this man something his wife promised him? I've met his wife and love her, I'd amputate my hand before I'd offend her.

So I'm left to use this sock on my phone. It might be where it should be. Could anyone else really appreciate this perfect graft at the bottom? I doubt it.

Choices and Decisions

I am on Snow Day #3 in my little corner of the world and decided to move from the couch, which has the WARM electric blanket to surf a bit. It may seem strange to hear me say this, but I really did want us to have school today. There were a few things I wanted to do with my students that probably won't be done due to the short week. But, then again, our lives will go on.

With all this free time, I've thought a lot about choices and decisions. I always get a bit reflective as the year comes to an end. I look back on the year with some wonderful memories that will have me smililng for years to come, and I also have some memories that I would like to forget for the rest of my life.

I imagine that's just life. I mean, without a bit of challenge there would be no reason to walk with God and have faith. I could lean on my own understanding and do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. And trust me, that wouldn't be healthy!

In the midst of it all, I think God gives us enough wisdom and knowledge at times to let us make our own decisions. Afterall, if it isn't a door he wants me to walk through, things won't work out.

So, I am thinking I need some change.
A change of scenery.

I don't know what that means. I mean, you can ask anyone close to me, I HATE and I mean HATE change.

But for the first time in my adult life I really feel as if something needs to be

So, I'm in the prayer stage. And in the thinking stages.

And I know that most of my reading audience that knows me well knows what I'm thinking. So, I am asking all who read this for some prayer support.

While I believe that God will answer my prayers in my own prayer time, I also believe that God honors it when we pray for one another. In the past few weeks I have truly felt the prayers that people have prayed for me.

So, in all my ramblings, I guess this is more of a prayer request than anything else.

As much as I hate to admit it, the idea of change scares the begeebers outta me.


They're Not Hats, Just Trees

I have a tiny forest of felted trees from Mason Dixon Knitting, Outside the Lines going right now. Two different friends of mine today thought I was making rather artistic hats--not the case. Here are my favorite three--the buttons are actually pink even though they look red here.

I almost hate to give them away.

You Cannot Be Sad, Part II

Sorry, can't write about this while my toes are tapping uncontrolably!

You Cannot Be Sad, Part I

In order to get us through this long last week of school, complete with two days of State Testing, first home basketball of the season, writing folder compliation, one act play, completion of Christmas knitting and finals; I'll be offering a gift each day.

Things you cannot be sad while viewing

That's an awkward title, but I'm too danged happy to fix it.

We kick off with the real harbinger of Christmas in my family: Emmett Otter. My sister and I watched it as kids on HBO and the first year it came out on video, I was in college. My sister had it playing on the TV as I walked in the door from finals.

If these woodland creatures don't make you smile, you are dead and broken inside.


I tell ya what, all of the teachers in my building are glad it's Friday. For some odd reason, I thought it was just me who was struggling with the kids. As it turns out, I heard a lot of teachers sharing the same frustrations I was feeling. To be honest, in my classroom the kids aren't that much worse, I just find myself less tolerant this week. I have one child who is still off his meds, so he wears on me. And, Renaldo was in fine form today, choosing not to take a Reading Test that he had studied for all week with Grandpa. I had to walk him out at the end of the day to inform his Grandpa of the events. I tell ya, it's good we have 2 days seems everyone needs a break.

I was even walking through the office today and there were about 4 kids sitting there, waiting to be seen because they had been in trouble, and the secretary says, "everyone, HUSH!" I just looked at her and said, "I feel your pain, I really do." To which she replied, "We're fed up with it. We need a break." Amen!

The word is that a "wintry mix" is headed our way Sunday Night into Monday. Perhaps a snow day would help too. Of course, it all has to be gone before Friday because I need to head to the Parental's House next week. :-)

For now, I'm gonna go tutor and relax a bit.

Have a GREAT weekend!

An email

I got an email today from the Public Library saying the books I requested are available for pick up. AND the kid I was going to tutor today from 4-5 is not able to tutor today. SO I get to leave NOW and run by the library and pick up the books AND head home to read.

I don't have worship team practice tonight, or any other commitments.

I tell ya, it's gonna be a good evening!



From Real Live Preacher...

Yoon Dong-yun, the only remaining member of the family killed this week when a Marine pilot crashed into a San Diego home doesn't plan to sue, he's forgiven the pilot. He prays for him, in fact, that he won't suffer mental anguish from the tragedy. Read more here.

I won't even cheapen this with commentary.

Music To Test By (Pretend It's Postdated To Tuesday)

This song drops my blood pressure every time I hear it. I've soopa favorite-ed it on Pandora and it's on every playlist I have right now. One cannot be sad whilst listening to this song and it played in my head a bit during testing.

Lyrics by Woody Guthrie, Okie and Bad Ass. Kim, make note.

I Am The State

So we're one-third through testing now. The writing test is done and we've two glorious days of multiple choice before we call it a semester.

I wanted to post some music in homage to the season, kind of like I did last year, but I was dog tired and it never really occurred to me that day that I even have a blog (sorry, I think of you sometimes but dang, I couldn't even get to the bathroom). If I think about it tonight, I'll throw up some music and you can pretend it's postdated.

Mostly, our kids have a good attitude about testing. They want to do well but don't stress too much about it. I have, however, one group of kids that seems to be the perfect storm for silliness. They don't mean to talk all the time, but they must be constantly occupied or they will grab each other and make fart noises, they just can't help it.

So anything I tell the kids to do is followed by a threat of the State.

"If you speak at all before everyone has finished the test, I have to report exactly what you said to The State"
(Thankfully, this one didn't backfire on me, I can imagine what some kids would say to "The State")

"If your cell phone goes off during the test, I have to report it to The State and everyone's test will be invalid. You'll all have to retake it."

"I have to report to The State anyone who finishes their essay within half an hour. They suspect that you haven't tried if you do it too quickly."

It all really worked. The threat of The State was enough to get everyone working and behaving. I like to imagine that my kids all pictured this guy behind a desk, waiting to catch them in wrongdoing...

...except he probably wears a tie to work. Since he doesn't have a neck, he sort of jauntily hangs it off the panhandle.

Not Sure, But I Bet It's Dirty

Real question today:

"Miss, what's a biological narrative?"

Support Group Available?

I have to admit, I have a problem. I am's an old addiction that I have just recently picked back up. And it's taking up ALL of my free time. I now get ALL my work done at school before I leave so I can devote myself to my addiction.

Are you ready for this?

I'm addicted to READING BOOKS!

Yes, I's something to be REALLY concerned about.

I mean, I have to make myself put the book up and sleep each night. Otherwise I probably wouldn't sleep.

I will watch TV and read at the same time.

I tell ya, it's quite serious.

I need to logout so I can run to Wal-Mart so I can get home and READ before Homegroup tonight.

Anyone know of a support group available?

I'm told the first step is to admit there's a problem...


Limo Ride #2

I was in the middle of teaching Reading this morning and the office buzzed for me. They wanted to know if it would be possible for me to escort some of the kids in a limo to Cici's Pizza. I said, "sure." I went last year but I hadn't volunteered this year because I figured that they had already asked others to do it. I sent my kids back to their classes and went up to the office and let me pick which group to take. I opted for the 4th and 5th graders. I will admit that was selfish of me. The big kids know how to get their pizza and beverages without much help, so I was basically there to keep an eye on them without much hassle.

I only had ten kids, and they were all REALLY well behaved. I sat there at the table and looked at them and figured out really quickly that they are all from good homes. They are all probably from higher income homes, but that's just my estimation I'm not sure on that. And, honestly, I think I needed that. I think I needed to be reminded that some of these kids are from good homes like the one I had when I was growing up. I spend so much of my time with kids that have parents that are less than ideal that it was refreshing today to be with those kids.

Of course, the free pizza was a treat too! I'll admit, Cici's isn't my favorite pizza, but when it's free it's not all bad!


9 school days left...I can't wait for the break!


Ms. Popularity...sort of...

Today I felt as if I was Ms. Popularity, although I will admit that I didn't want to be. I was told that this afternoon there would be fun activities for my fifth graders and not to expect them. I was okay with that because I wanted to do a few things with my fourth graders in their math stuff. I was actually going to get a big of a break too, which I needed.

Of course, it didn't last long. My new kid decided he wanted to be RIGHT BESIDE ME this afternoon. I sent him back to class once and he came back saying, "But I don't want to watch the movie." I told him I needed a break and to go back to class. He came down a few minutes after that stating that he just wanted to be by me. I'll be honest, I needed a break and I sent him back to class.

I know, you're thinking, don't ya get a break throughout the day? Yes, I do. But, I had had this kid most of the morning (with the exception of the assembly) and he required every free second I had. I. was. worn. out.

It often amazes me how kids can do that to us teachers. Then I remember what homes these kids come from. This kid who wore me out today is currently living with his Grandma because neither Mom or Dad can take care of him properly. And, neither of them seem to want him.

So, I guess it's safe to say I'm just glad it's the weekend. I tend to be refreshed and rested on Mondays because to be honest he wasn't any worse than he usually is, I was just more worn out than usual. Therefore, I think it's good we have 5 days on, 2 days off.

And, of course, two weeks from today we begin our break. :-) Not that I'm counting or anything.


My Racist Friend, Part II

So this morning, this lady told me that her jokes weren't so bad.

Because a Jewish kid told them to her daughter.

7 Posts About The Same Thing

I've been tagged by Hudd at Adventures In Teaching and she's asked me to write seven random facts about myself. Clearly, she's either an eternal optimist or isn't aware that I am somehow the worst tag-ee ever to blog. I'm flattered, though, I just can't seem to come up with anything to write about except selling school t shirts or State testing. Seriously, too close to the end of the semester. I am bleary eyed and nasty.

Instead, in her honor, I will start a whole new meme! I'll call it...

Seven Posts On The Same Topic

Find old entries on your blog that center around the same topic and give us the links to them. We'll get to know your back catalog and your hits will shoot up (even if it's false inflation and only for a short time).

My topic, appropos of the season, is State Testing!!!

Because my school is on a block schedule, we have testing in both the Fall and the Spring. You'll see entries from both times of year.

My very first English class (after teaching Speech/Drama for 10 years) was in 2004. I gave my very first End Of Instruction exam and learned along with my students. Here's an account of that time. I still often wish I could tell people I "got the finga" for them.

December of 2005 was full of all sorts of testing comedy. I had funny kids, I suppose that contributed to the situation. It was also at the height of our testing incentive efforts (we've since scaled back). The zillion year old monitor I had for the multiple choice test was worth two entries. I also shared some of the keys to my testing success.

That's four, and it only covers two testing season! Knit yourself a hat and hang onto it, there's more!

The next testing season was a hard one. We were forced to jump through new hoops to prove to district administration that we were doing our jobs. We did all kinds of review with these kids. It was at the end of this most madcap of all testing seasons that my dad went into the hospital and passed away two months later. Reading these entries were like reading the last words of the person I used to be.

Someone at Admin read a book again and that year they decided that students should test in their classrooms--except for when they can't. It was awesome. At the end, I was able to reflect on the whole time and hatched a profound thought that I chew on to this day.

My trip down memory lane of testing ends with last December. For the record, I still laugh at these teachers who just got State Exams. Their fresh panic makes me look so very Zen.

So now, it's time to tag. Since I am starting the meme, I am for once going to tag some folks.

Let's start with Hudd, since she helped me to this idea in the first place.
and we'll add to the list
Ms Cornelius
Mister Teacher
The Crib Chick

As always, consider yourself tagged if this interests you and if any of you try this, drop a comment.

Back in the Routine of Things!

So here I am back at work. Things are going along fine. No real issues.

Well, other than D.D. thought he'd take a jacket from Lost and Found and make it his own. But, hey, I am going to call his Mom tonight and talk to her anyway. He's been off his patch for 2 days now, and THANKFULLY he'll have it back tomorrow. Honestly it hasn't been as bad as I expected, but I'm ready for him to be back on it tomorrow. :-)

So, we only have 12 school days until break.

Yes, I'm counting.

Yes, I'm ready today. So are the kids.

12 days.

I can't wait until break.