I sub for teachers....
...for their Euchre group!!
I love this little group of teachers that invite me to play with them once-in-a-while.
Tonight I walked away with the "most loners!" And a beautiful flowering pot ...that I had just spied at Blooms Brother's this morning -- AND WANTED!
It is turning into my lucky day...It's 8:45p and there's still time to buy a lottery ticket!
Just kidding... I'm waaaay to lazy to fire the car back up and go get a lottery ticket!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
E's Mothers Day Stories
E's First Temper Tantrum Pertaining to Mother's Day
She was 3 about to turn 4.
She was (still is) ABSOLUTELY adorable.
She had (still does) a cute little baby voice and a really cute little baby accent.
She liked princesses....(understatement.)
We were at the Hallmark in the mall.
I was purchasing a Mother's Day card for my momma.
E was dancing, swaying, and twirling to the beat of a princess card that played music.
I made my selection, chatted with E about her princess card and then asked her to put it away.
All heck broke loose....
She was so upset that we weren't buying the princess card.. In retrospect...why didn't I?
We cried, we payed, we stomped, we walked out of the store, we were standing in the middle of an active mall and she says...
"You have wuined Mudder's Day fo me!"
I knelt down and put my arm around her. Tried to kiss her and said...
"I'm sorry sweetheart.. But I'm sure it won't be the last time."
Flashforward to Yesterday
(Background facts: Matt sets the coffee pot up everynight for us. It brews around 7am. I get up, have a cup, and watch the news while the rest of them are still sleeping. I have complained a few times about never getting breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. They say it's because I am always up before them.....)
The pot finishes brewing and beeps the "all ready" sound. It's 7am!
I stir -- fully aware of the day, the possibility that there may be a breakfast in bed. (I had overheard E the night before say she wanted to set her alarm clock.)
Matt stirs, I make sure to make eye contact with him so that he knows I'm awake. It's 7am!
G is lying between us. Soundly snoozing.
Matt gets up. I hear cups clanging, the sound of a bag being rustled. It's 7am!
I stay in bed -- just in case.
Moments later a bleary eyed E walks in carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and 3 Hostess powdered sugar donuts cut in half. It's 7am!
Matt hits the play button on my cd alarm clock and Buddy Holly starts playing True Love Ways. (Oh, it was terribly charming at 7am!)
All along I am careful not to wake up G ...she will want to eat my donuts!
Funny thing is ... When Matt got E up. He shook her awake, stood her upright, handed her the tray, and she said...
"Now, who's this for?..."
She was 3 about to turn 4.
She was (still is) ABSOLUTELY adorable.
She had (still does) a cute little baby voice and a really cute little baby accent.
She liked princesses....(understatement.)
We were at the Hallmark in the mall.
I was purchasing a Mother's Day card for my momma.
E was dancing, swaying, and twirling to the beat of a princess card that played music.
I made my selection, chatted with E about her princess card and then asked her to put it away.
All heck broke loose....
She was so upset that we weren't buying the princess card.. In retrospect...why didn't I?
We cried, we payed, we stomped, we walked out of the store, we were standing in the middle of an active mall and she says...
"You have wuined Mudder's Day fo me!"
I knelt down and put my arm around her. Tried to kiss her and said...
"I'm sorry sweetheart.. But I'm sure it won't be the last time."
Flashforward to Yesterday
(Background facts: Matt sets the coffee pot up everynight for us. It brews around 7am. I get up, have a cup, and watch the news while the rest of them are still sleeping. I have complained a few times about never getting breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. They say it's because I am always up before them.....)
The pot finishes brewing and beeps the "all ready" sound. It's 7am!
I stir -- fully aware of the day, the possibility that there may be a breakfast in bed. (I had overheard E the night before say she wanted to set her alarm clock.)
Matt stirs, I make sure to make eye contact with him so that he knows I'm awake. It's 7am!
G is lying between us. Soundly snoozing.
Matt gets up. I hear cups clanging, the sound of a bag being rustled. It's 7am!
I stay in bed -- just in case.
Moments later a bleary eyed E walks in carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and 3 Hostess powdered sugar donuts cut in half. It's 7am!
Matt hits the play button on my cd alarm clock and Buddy Holly starts playing True Love Ways. (Oh, it was terribly charming at 7am!)
All along I am careful not to wake up G ...she will want to eat my donuts!
Funny thing is ... When Matt got E up. He shook her awake, stood her upright, handed her the tray, and she said...
"Now, who's this for?..."
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Another Saturday at the office with a chance to update my blog..
Subject #1
I asked about a second grade teacher for E.
Usually I am of the thought that the hand of providence (aka God) will guide my little girl through her preschool, kindergarten, first grade, and this upcoming second grade year.
But, I was so curious as to what input I might get from her teacher that I decided to ask.
From what she said I could glean a certain direction would be better than another so I ....emailed my preferrence to the principle.
If next year turns out to be a bust I will never forgive myself. And I really don't want to learn another lesson ..even a faith lesson.. the hard way. Not at my little tot's expense.
I can sure squeeze the tears out just thinking about her and the apprehension I feel about school.. the time she's away from me.. the kids that might not be nice to her.. the teacher that doesn't understand where she's coming from.. the ideas she encounters without me there to buffer.
Prayer... I want to be a praying momma.. and I have good reason to be!
Ok. Wipe my eyes.
Subject #2 -- sort of in rambling form
I have no idea what the market's going to do.
April 30th has passed. No more tax credit incentives. That did bring in lots of business.
Listings are picking up.
The market was at a 6 month supply. Which is dead on the "stable" mark. Any less inventory would tip towards a seller's market. Higher than 6 would indicate a buyer's market. (I am a fan of the seller's market.. but I am still a novice..)
So, in the last 2 weeks I have had 5 homes become available for me to list. Sellers are not afraid to "put it out there."
But are buyers still wanting to do something? That is what I am anxious to find out over the next couple of weeks.
Buyers market around the corner?
The news was dark on Thurs ..even though it was just a "flash crash" and maybe even a moment of "oops!"
The carefully watched European Union is looking grimly ahead. What does that mean for us... our beloved homestead and homeland and our economy? The words "world economy" are put together more than ever before.
Ron Paul -- who I am NOT a fan of -- gave a very bleak outlook on our whole idea of currency in an interview on Fox that I saw last Thurs. This is scary. I don't care what this guy says but others might get spooked. This interview happened moments before the "flash crash" surely one had no influence on the other. I know it didn't... still a crazy moment before an even crazier one.
I love the dollar. 'Used to live overseas and exchanged deutsch marks and dollars -- gave me a great appreciation for a "high dollar." The dollar is up these last few days...
I predict interest rates will stay low...even though they have been projected to increase this summer. We'll see how good I am at this guessing game.
Ultimately, I feel like if we don't lose faith in ourselves .. if we don't want to be -- or try to be --like the Europeans...blaah. We can resolve to be great and then BE GREAT!
And if I might digress: There is nothing wrong with Americana, the Reagan rancher, a colonial shade of blue. Don't throw out the American spirit with the old and dated Americana decor. We are a great nation. Not arrogant just GOOD AT IT and deservedly PROUD OF IT!
I asked about a second grade teacher for E.
Usually I am of the thought that the hand of providence (aka God) will guide my little girl through her preschool, kindergarten, first grade, and this upcoming second grade year.
But, I was so curious as to what input I might get from her teacher that I decided to ask.
From what she said I could glean a certain direction would be better than another so I ....emailed my preferrence to the principle.
If next year turns out to be a bust I will never forgive myself. And I really don't want to learn another lesson ..even a faith lesson.. the hard way. Not at my little tot's expense.
I can sure squeeze the tears out just thinking about her and the apprehension I feel about school.. the time she's away from me.. the kids that might not be nice to her.. the teacher that doesn't understand where she's coming from.. the ideas she encounters without me there to buffer.
Prayer... I want to be a praying momma.. and I have good reason to be!
Ok. Wipe my eyes.
Subject #2 -- sort of in rambling form
I have no idea what the market's going to do.
April 30th has passed. No more tax credit incentives. That did bring in lots of business.
Listings are picking up.
The market was at a 6 month supply. Which is dead on the "stable" mark. Any less inventory would tip towards a seller's market. Higher than 6 would indicate a buyer's market. (I am a fan of the seller's market.. but I am still a novice..)
So, in the last 2 weeks I have had 5 homes become available for me to list. Sellers are not afraid to "put it out there."
But are buyers still wanting to do something? That is what I am anxious to find out over the next couple of weeks.
Buyers market around the corner?
The news was dark on Thurs ..even though it was just a "flash crash" and maybe even a moment of "oops!"
The carefully watched European Union is looking grimly ahead. What does that mean for us... our beloved homestead and homeland and our economy? The words "world economy" are put together more than ever before.
Ron Paul -- who I am NOT a fan of -- gave a very bleak outlook on our whole idea of currency in an interview on Fox that I saw last Thurs. This is scary. I don't care what this guy says but others might get spooked. This interview happened moments before the "flash crash" surely one had no influence on the other. I know it didn't... still a crazy moment before an even crazier one.
I love the dollar. 'Used to live overseas and exchanged deutsch marks and dollars -- gave me a great appreciation for a "high dollar." The dollar is up these last few days...
I predict interest rates will stay low...even though they have been projected to increase this summer. We'll see how good I am at this guessing game.
Ultimately, I feel like if we don't lose faith in ourselves .. if we don't want to be -- or try to be --like the Europeans...blaah. We can resolve to be great and then BE GREAT!
And if I might digress: There is nothing wrong with Americana, the Reagan rancher, a colonial shade of blue. Don't throw out the American spirit with the old and dated Americana decor. We are a great nation. Not arrogant just GOOD AT IT and deservedly PROUD OF IT!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
My personal shoe choice..
So, yesterday's post describes a little bit of what we've got going.
It is a busy season... of our lives.
I was at the office earlier and a friend of mine says to me... "I like those shoes."
I respond... "Thank you. I have found that the stacked heel wears better than the leather covered ones. And this "fake-alligator-type-material" doesn't show the wear either." -- I actually said that.
So there you go busy ladies... a tip for you. Stacked heels are best for the woman who doesn't have time to "take it easy on her shoes."
Squish, squeak, ack! What the????
It is a busy season... of our lives.
I was at the office earlier and a friend of mine says to me... "I like those shoes."
I respond... "Thank you. I have found that the stacked heel wears better than the leather covered ones. And this "fake-alligator-type-material" doesn't show the wear either." -- I actually said that.
So there you go busy ladies... a tip for you. Stacked heels are best for the woman who doesn't have time to "take it easy on her shoes."
Squish, squeak, ack! What the????
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