Two people come to mind this afternoon when I hear that word
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Post Christmas Blues
Something about December
I love Christmas music.
Man down
Friday about 10:00 am I felt like a huge truck had run me over. Of course I was in the middle of teaching (or monitoring testing) and there wasn’t much that could be done. I figured I would get over it. By 1:15 (one hour before dismissal) I wanted to crawl under my desk and die. My kids told me they were totally okay with it…minus the dying part. One kid said “that would be really freaky.” They were obviously concerned.
So, I left work as soon as I could only to get in a car that wouldn’t start.
That’s right….my car wouldn’t start. And, it was freezing cold and raining. Perfect.
A sweet coworker (who helps me out ALL the time) happened to have jumper cables and made my life a million times better by getting my car running. Then, I proceeded to my dad’s shop so he could check things out and make sure I wouldn’t get stranded at the medcheck. I had already called my doctors office and they were booked and offered the medcheck as an alternative. The car magically tested fine and he sent me on my way.
Medcheck was an hour to 2 hours of a wait. And they proceeded to tell me that if I felt like it was the flu (and they said I looked like it) to put on a mask.
So I looked like this….
Hot Mess Express
I tell my husband all the time I feel like a hot mess.
Different.
Over 90 days ago we became two different people.
I do ask this of all of you – for goodness sake don’t not invite us to a party or a gathering. We are fully capable of having a good time without the buzz. Promise you that.
1st comes loves, then comes marriage….
Then comes baby in a any carriage!
A good day to be me
My job is seriously rewarding. Then, there are days that totally suck…and that’s saying nicely. However, for the sake of staying positive and keeping my job I choose to only share the glory moments with all of you. Let’s face it….this isn’t anonymous and that’s risky business.
I’ve got to get over….
My sincere disgust and hatred for baby food, baby snot, and runny baby poo.
Husband.
That word is still a little weird.






















