More of You Know What . . .

1. Garlic and butter. Together. In a pan over medium heat. There is nothing better. It pretty much doesn't matter what the crap you throw in there with it. It's gonna be good.
2. Square Dancing with my Lee-lee in my bedroom. She's got some moves, people.
3. My husband knows me so well.
4. Learning a new song. Even better? It's about Jesus. Always a good choice.
5. Knowing you need to call a friend and actually doing it.
6. Knowing the differnce between 'theatre' and 'theater.'
7. Hanging up Alphabet letters so the littlest monkey can learn how to read.
8. Hearing a crashing sound in the kitchen and then hearing, "I'm okay!"
9. Mythology lessons from my Duncan at the dinner table. I am way, WAY out of the loop.

Boo on:
1. Insensitivity.
2. Dirty silverware AFTER the dishwasher.

You know what?

You know what I don't like? People who don't say their sorry. People who make it all about themselves all the time. People who want the experience with none of the work. Those same people who ask me if 'it's okay' to miss something or leave early or whatever. People who make me go to meetings that will benefit me zero. Thinking something is between you and someone else but it's really not. Spiders.
You know what I do like? When great things happen to great people. And I get to sit by and watch.

Here's A Thought . . .

Be ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.

Here's A Thought . . .

Be ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.

A Moment

I had one tonight. Where I realized how very lucky I am to have my children. This was inspired by a beautiful friend of mine and something she wrote on her blog. I respect and admire this friend immensely. She is doing what I am doing; spending her life teaching other people's children. She has none of her own.
I have three of my own.
I am so very lucky.

It's Nice To Know . . .

That some people miss you as much as you miss them.

Shake it off, just shake it off . . . .

Okay, I know I need to blog about "Nunsense." And I will. Truth is, I don't think I can find words to express what that experience meant to me. But I shall try. Later. For right now though, a story.
I didn't like today. I don't like the person I am at my job. I like my job. Just not me at my job. So, lots of expectation, and pressure and shiz to do. All the time. And Ryan's been stressed. And that stresses me. Anyway, I came home and got Amylee ready to go to her first dance class. Her little tights, ballet shoes, leotard and skirt. I took her there and walked her into the room. She was so happy. And the music was so beautiful. And I watched her little arms move up and down and her little toes pointing and I all my stress, all my anger just sort of dissipated out of my body. And I got the distinct impression that was exactly where she needed to be. And I almost cried.
Then I spent the evening with my delightfully funny friend, Lindy. Oh she's wild. And makes me laugh so hard I almost pee. Our rules?
Rule #1. Obviously. Keep your clothes on
Rule #2. Check the tension
Rule #3. Shake it off, just shake it off
Rule #4. ROCK ON.
Theeeeennnnn . . . .I got to see my sister NUNS!! Sweet bug eatin Sister Hubert is moving far away to some town in Louisiana that is spelled one way and said another. She leaves Friday. I love this girl. And I was so happy to see her so happy and ready for this new adventure. And Sister Amnesia. And Reverend Mother. Sister Leo was at work. I miss them. I miss how I feel when I am with them. Over yogurt, there I was again. Me and Robert Anne, just chillin'.