Super sore throat

There are few things that can stop me in my tracks quite as quickly as a sore throat.

Bummer.

Combat Boots

I feel like I'm in the midst of an all-out assault. Jobs, relationships, raising my kids, finances, worthiness, it goes on and on.
The stupid devil isn't gonna win though.

I hate conflict.
For someone who hates conflict as much as I do, why then am I here?

I want it all to be over.

Peace, please, peace.

I guess if it has to be this way, it is better to defend every angle at once, rather than drawing it out for a long period of time isolating one area at a time.

So from all sides it comes. And comes. And comes.

Probably the lesson I should learn from all this is that the battle isn't mine.
And I know that.

It's hard to believe that the battle isn't waged against your flesh and blood when you're the one getting punched in the face.

I should probably duck.

The battle is the Lord's.

I never liked combat boots much anyway.

Sherlock Holmes

I was able to trace by some pretty incredible sleuthing that the gentleman who was hired for the job I applied for is not certified to teach music in the state of Texas.

He is certified as an EC-4 Generalist and has taught 1st Grade previous to this upcoming school year.

I needed that job.

God will take care of us. That goes without saying.

But what they did was not only discriminatory, but illegal.

I am certified to teach EC-12 music.
If there is a certified applicant, you cannot legally hire someone who isn't.


Oy!

here's to you.

for anyone who ever felt like they still wanted to home school their children by the middle of August...

for anyone who truly enjoys eating 'kid food' (read: chicken nuggets and EZ Mac) at every meal...

for you, if the thought of eating McDonald's ever again appeals to you...

furthermore, if you regularly succumb to your children's appeals to go 'inside' McDonald's and Play... (Although, I might suggest a cleaner location to allow them to slosh around in - like the DUMP.) :)

If you can still smile when your children ask to do arts and crafts in the kitchen while you prepare a meal - even though every nook and cranny in your home is crammed to overflowing with meaningful 'artwork'...

for anyone, and I do mean anyone, who is not greedily anticipating the re-emergence of order in your household that the beginning of the school year brings because you cannot imagine what your days could possibly be filled with, if not absolute devotion to your children's needs...

If any of the aforementioned describes YOU,

Here's to you:

First Thing Every Morning

Some people check on their kids.
Some workout.
Me?
I check the job listings for every ISD within driving range from here.

I'm just sayin'...

I'm so boring.

I want to blog. Really. I do.
I just don't have anything constructive to say.

I could tell you that I've been cooking meals. Real meals. But that might cause your head to explode.

I have Half-painted the outside entrance to our house - but that was weeks ago - and I haven't picked up the paint brush to finish yet.

Today is a weird day. All of my teacher friends are going to work today. I was planning on being at work today. I'm not.

It's almost 11 am and I am about to go into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee.

There is a word to describe my slothfulness. Slothfulness.

See? I'm boring...

And I quote,

My son said today that he, "Double-Triple-Wipple-Dipple hates" me.

A hard day for sure.

New 'do.

So here is my new (ahem) "shoulder" length haircut. I know. I didn't realize that the distance between my jawline and shoulders was 0.12 inches. It apparently is.
All is not lost.
Only the ponytail.

I wish I had known it was going to be so short - I would have donated to Locks of Love or something...

Whatever it is - I don't care -I'll rock it!

For Nana.

Caught ya!

Yes, that is your baby sitting in the fridge sneakily eating butter.

She didn't fall far from the tree, huh?

(I caught her in the act - then she started posing for her photo shoot!)

My Blue Heaven.

It has begun again.
I am loopy with excitement!