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I used to have this wonderful long description here of exactly what this journal would be... but I cannot say that it was entirely accurate. The journal has taken a mind of its own, so I guess the only description I can really give it is: A Collection Of My Thoughts As I have discovered many times in my writing, as well as in my life - things don't always go the way you plan them to. I am still happy with this journal, however. It gives me a place to lay down how I am feeling, or even just to document what I've been doing. Not bad, huh? Feel free to putter through the entries, and come back to visit often! You never know what you might find here. Newest entries are at the top of the list. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| Have you ever had a ho hum sorta day? A day where nothing is exciting, but nothing is irritating either. It all just seems to flow in this mundane way, making it seem just like every other day. I hate those kind of days. This is one. I hate them even more than bad days! Why? Because there's just... no motivation on a day like today. It's one of those days I could respond to, "How are you doing today?" with, "Bleh!" And mean it! Ah well. Tomorrow I get to leave work early so I can go to a football game. A football game that is a LONG ways away. Granted, it does mean that I don't have to worry about my afternoon classes - but it also means that I will need to get stuff ready for a substitute, and I'm going to be riding on a bus with all girls for goodness knows how long. I have one word for that. Bleh. I need to make sure I charge my gameboy. That way I can get killed some more in a dungeon by little bitty dwarf things that only have one hit point, but I can't seem to touch them with ANYTHING. Again, Bleh. I just want to crawl back into bed. I did have a nice part of my day, though. Two nice parts. I got to talk to The Milkman  , and I got to talk to CoachW  , one on the phone and the other online. A couple of my favorite people there that I haven't gotten to talk to a lot lately. (I have a list...). That did help my day out a bit. That and talking with Robert Waltz  . |
| Ugh!! It is so hard not to write more than the alotted number of words. I stop like, every couple of seconds, to make sure I haven't gone over. Today I actually ended in the MIDDLE OF A SENTENCE, and I refuse to continue it, because I don't want to cheat. I only hope that my muse continues to be nice to me. I don't know where this story idea came from today, but I am definitely grateful for it. I do hope it's a blast! Oh yeah! If you want to keep track of what I'm writing this month, since my journal entries might be a bit sketchy, depending on what I have to write about, check out this link: "Invalid Item"  . In order to read the story properly, you'll have to start with the very first entry, which will be (now) at the bottom of the page, and work your way up. After a few days, it'll be where ever the last page is, then start at the bottom. |
| I had an interesting phone call today. A woman from the city I used to live in called today. I don't know her, she doesn't know me. In fact, she didn't move into that city until after we had already left. Here was her dilemma. She saw the woman mowing our lawn - she asked her about the house. The woman mentioned it was empty and that our next door neighbor would know where to find us. Well, he did. He gave her our names and where we had moved to. She looked us up in the phone book and called. I don't normally get calls on my house phone, but I went ahead and answered. This woman started talking to me, asking about the house. I come to find out that she was just married in June, she has five children whom her new husband adopted, and they are living in a one bedroom house with her grandmother. Talk about CRAMPED. They don't have the greatest credit (who would with five kids, honestly?), and few are willing to help them out. So she was desperate. Right now our house is sitting (far from empty, it is a mess) without people to live in it, and these people need it. They're willing to pay a good chunk of our mortgage a month (though they can't afford all), and are willing to pay the taxes every year - as long as what they pay will go toward buying the house, if they ever want to. So, hubby and I talked about it. We think we can do it. At least it all won't be coming out of our own pocket anymore, and there's no need to let the house sit there and be lonely. We have a few concerns, of course, but... we're willing to work with them if they're willing to work with us. I called her back and she cried. She CRIED. She said so many were unwilling to work with them, and that she couldn't believe someone was willing to try to help them out. Essentially, we've been there. Sometimes it's really hard to get back on your feet and get your credit back on track, so we're willing to help them out. We're going to ask for references, of course... and we'll still be paying a bit over and above what they're paying us, but... somehow, I don't mind. What amazes me is that no one else was willing to work with them, to help them out. Are people really that selfish? Sure, we might get jipped... but I figure - we're paying for it all now. If we're paying for it all then... there's not all that much difference, is there? Maybe I'm wrong... |
| You know, I'm sitting here sincerely trying to be negative, because as I look at my last few entries, I find that they are so darned positive!!! Sure, I have one entry where I was ranting a bit, but I was ranting for a good cause. The problem is, I honestly have very little to be negative about. It's an amazing feeling. I think this might be the first time that I am fully and completely happy. I am happy with my job, I am happy with my boss, I am happy with my homelife, I am happy with my husband (and I am in love with him again. I've always loved him, but I'm in love again. I feel like we're dating again. I adore him, and I don't even want to look at anyone else, no matter how handsome. Even Sean Connery), I am happy with my kids, my house, my paycheck, the daycare, my students, the friends that I have (though they be few)... I could go on and on and on! ::clears her throat:: You don't have to say I just did... I know I did. Guess what... I am even happy with coaching the cheerleaders. Even though I know little on the subject, I have been able to teach them a bit, and I have loved being with them. They are really great girls. This scares me for more than one reason. It scares me because I am not sure if it will last. I don't remember feeling so wonderful for this long before, so it makes me think that it just might. However, have you ever heard the phrase, "the bigger you are, the harder you fall"? Well, that's what I'm worried about. If we change the phrase to "The more you are inflated, the louder you pop," it would fit me perfectly. It also makes me fear that I will be one of those obsessively cheerful people that everyone hates. I am not certain why everyone hates them... beause they are truly happy, or because people think that because of their happiness, they are rubbing it in or something. I promise I'm not trying to rub it in. ::gasps and whimpers:: Don't hate me! This has been a journal entry of... hmm... I dunno how to describe it, but it is an entry, yes? I'll go now, because I am supposed to be working, and all. |
| Have you ever had one of those days where it just seems that everything is right with the world? I don't know why, I'm just feeling... really blessed this morning. I guess I'll tell you some of the reasons I am blessed. 1. I have a husband who loves me very much, even if oftentimes he thinks his job is more important than mine and drives me nuts that way. I adore him, and I only have to agree with him sometimes, so we're doing wonderfully. 2. I have two beautiful children who are actually also well behaved. 3. I enjoy my job! I know a lot of people that can't say that. 4. I am on my way to actually finishing a novel (because now I have an outline, and therefore guidance.) On the way to that end, I have two wonderful authors whom I very much respect and admire (Robert Waltz and billwilcox) helping me out with at least the first chapter. If they help me beyond that, I will blush, I think.  5. I have unbelievably supportive friends who are also helping me out with this book. One who is not on writing.com (but I'm working on that), and the other who is The Milkman , whose writing I also greatly enjoy, I might add!I don't have time to list more, but I think I could go on for a very long time at this point. It's good to feel wonderful... now I just hope it lasts! |
| So, I guess I might wanna take this a day at a time. We'll start with Friday... Friday Friday rawked. First, I was running around like a crazy woman trying to get this pep rally ready. Was I worried about it? Absolutely! So, I get everything set up, and we go through with the pep rally. It was awesome. My girls did a good job, the band did a good job, the Student Council did an AWESOME job with their skit, and everything just went great. Apparently, they haven't had a pep rally that is any good for some time, and so people didn't look forward to them. However, I heard statements like, "Man, that pep rally DID make me want to beat them tonight!" How cool is that? And I've never even been a cheerleader. So I go to the game with my girls, and all hell breaks loose. In fighting. Not just in fighting... GIRLY in fighting. I hate that. It was pretty easy to solve, though. I got them together and simply said, "I'm not going to put up with this. You guys are old enough to get over who is wearing what ribbon." (Yes, it was that stupid.) "We are here to have fun, so let's do it." We did. This first game happened to be at the school that I have been teaching at for the last four years, just before coming here. So, we had a lot of people coming over to our side to visit with me. It was lovely... they miss me, they gave me hugs, and they made me feel really good that they wanted to speak with me badly enough that they'd come traipsing over to the opposing side. It was very nice. Saturday ... I got to go shopping!!!! Is there any more I have to say? I needed new clothes for this school year, and I was actually able to get them. Had a blast! I got a gameboy, too, and a nice little game to go with it. Hubby would have gotten me a PSP, but I wanted Zelda. Yes, I'm a freak. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Fairly easy days, but I felt yucky. Vera yucky... So we just won't talk much about those days. At least I had Monday off, yes? Today is a new day, and it's pretty average. I'm not feeling as icky, so that is an improvement. The main thing I wanted to tell you about was Friday. I had a blast. |
| So, I was teaching in my 6th period Algebra I class yesterday. I try to have a little fun in my classes, and this one happens to be my biggest class. We were talking about a problem where a rocket is launched, flies through the air, and lands - and looking at the graph for that scenerio. However, the situation made me double over in a peel of giggles soon after. I'd done this lesson several times yesterday, and no one reacted the way they did. (Then again, I didn't make the slip in any other class either.) --------------------------------- Lesson: "Okay, so we are going to launch a rocket." Gasp! "Really?" All students turn and look to the ceiling in awe. "Aren't we going to make a hole in the ceiling?" Chuckling. "Okay, I raunched a locket last night." "Oh really, miss? So you raunched a locket?" ... begin the giggles... I tried saying it several more times, which only made them laugh more, because after raunching my locket, I simply COULDN'T launch a rocket any longer. Eventually, I finally said, "I feel like those men in A Christmas Story when they're singing. 'Fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra, ra, ra.'" This only began more laughter... we had fun. We actually had a lot more fun in that class, as well, because my tongue was just in knots and I switched several things. What a day!!! When you have nineteen kids laughing, and you are laughing, it is REALLY hard to STOP laughing so you can continue on with work. There are days I really do love my job. |
| Sometimes... I don't know why I fight things. Today, I knew why I was fighting something. I had a teacher today who disagreed with me on something. You see, I've been asked (as cheerleading sponsor) to help raise the school spirit in this school. To help the kids be proud of where they come from. The only way to do this is to show the kids that the teachers believe in them. This teacher did not agree with me asking all of the teachers and all of the students to attend the pep rallies. She had several comments. I'll try to list them here, along with my responses. Teacher: "I don't believe the students should have to attend the pep rallies. It's unbalanced. There are only pep rallies for football and volleyball. It's unfair. What about all of the other kids in track, tennis, baseball, softball, basketball, or UIL academics?" Me: "I intend to, if I am allowed to and have administrator support, have pep rallies for everything that the kids do all year round. Not just football and volleyball." T: "Oh, well I still don't think the kids should have to attend. What if they have things they need to work on?" M: "They shouldn't be saving homework for time during pep rallies. They should be doing it at home." T: "Well, I am not the only teacher that stays in my room." M: "I want you there, too." T: "I refuse to support a man that is rude to me!" M: "Who is rude to you?" T: "The head football coach." M: "The pep rallies are not for the coaches, they are for the kids." T: "I am still not going to support him." M: "I am not asking you to support him. I am asking you to support the kids. It has nothing to do with the coaches." (The Athletic Director was witness to this argument. He said this the same time I did.) T: "I am supporting my kids in my classroom." M: "No you aren't. They aren't going to be in the classroom. They are going to be at the pep rally. And you need to be there, too, to show those kids that are in these events that you care about them." T: "I am not supporting that man." M: "It is not about the man! So, you are walking up to me and demanding that I have pep rallies for everything, but you won't attend them anyway?" T: "I will if you have them for everything." M: "How will you know who I am supporting if you are not there?" T: (After a moment of silence.) "You can't expect me to go to the pep rallies if you are not going to support me. What about my NHS inductions?" M: "I'll be there." T: "Well, last year only two teachers showed up." M: "I wasn't here last year." ... it went on like this for at least fifteen minutes. Always, always, always excuses. What it comes down to is that she doesn't want to attend. It has nothing to do with the kids, it has to do with the fact that she doesn't want to be there. No matter what I was willing to do to support her, she was not willing to support me. And all I want to do is support the kids. That's what it's about. Some of these kids don't have great homelives. Some of these kids have parents that are drunk, or high, or always gone working. Some of these kids feel unloved. We can make a difference with that. We can! I don't know why I am being attacked for wanting to support our kids. For wanting to give them something they can believe in - THEMSELVES. Why would they believe in themselves? Because we believe in them. We KNOW they can do it. I want to make these kids proud of where they are from. Several times she mentioned things that happened LAST year. Things that happened when she was in high school. (She ran track and there was never any support for them, so she is still bitter about it.) I cannot change those things! I can only handle what I have now. The last two sentences in our conversation were these: T: "I know you want to make changes here, but you can't make them overnight." M: "I don't expect to change them overnight, but I know that nothing can change if I don't have your support." .... She walked off. |
I just looked WAY back in my blog today. Boy was I perky two years ago! I'll be hitting the two year mark on this site at the beginning of next month. It hardly seems like it has been that long, and there have been numerous gaps in here, but things are progressing more smoothly now.  At least, I'll try to get this thing written in more often.I started this in September after having my twins. In a way, it's got a bit of what has happened in their lives, some of my clumsy and absent minded mistakes, and other interesting antics. It also includes some successes, and some failures. For fun, I'll list some of the ones that made me recall many memories here for your pleasure: "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" I've bombarded you with enough of my memories for now.  Some made me laugh, and some made me cry, and some still do! Some I am just being plain ol' silly... but then, that's just me. Have fun if you look through any of these! |
| So, I was eavesdropping on conversations in my classroom today while students were doing group work. The majority of the students were pretty good about staying on class, but I have one student who is consistant about interrupting his group. I think it's grating on his group members nerves a bit, and this is why... I overheard this: Disruptive student: Do you want to be a teacher when you grow up? Responding student: Not if I have to put up with people like you! Eyah... that made me chuckle. He didn't say much the rest of the period. Yay student! Otherwise, today has been a pretty good day. It's hard getting my first two classes going - I think they are still asleep. (Scientifically I think it has been proven that children's brains do not function fully until later on in the morning. So, the early morning classes are frustrating for them, AND for me!) The other classes went pretty well, however, so I am encouraged. It's so good to be able to talk again!!! I can actually get something done. I have this nifty game that I am stealing from a first year teacher in a different city - essentially, playing blackjack where red cards are negative and black cards are positive. People with the highest hands win. Fun, huh? We can always hope. I need to iron out the details. It's not so bad being a teacher. There are the kids that are really frustrating, but every year there is at least one kid that really touches your heart and makes it all worth it. |
| Okay, so my voice still isn't completely back - but I think it's back enough that I can at least get something done with my classes. I think both they and I will be relieved about that. They've been holding in questions since Thursday, and that's not always fun. I think it would have been back, but I had a lot of fun talking to my husband yesterday with what little voice I had. If I had been quiet all day Saturday, I'd be doing the hokey pokey by now - know what, though? The conversation was worth it. We've been talking more now than we have since... goodness... since before the kids were born. That's more than two years ago. He left today to go to the big city for a few hours, and he called me... oh... I'd say six times or so to update me on things he saw there, or just to chat. Yes, yes... some say it would be annoying... but after not talking much for a long while, it's very very nice to enjoy one another's conversation again. I suppose it's been this way for a few months now, but I'm just now really taking notice and appreciating it. I've had a ton of fun conversating with some of the people on here, though, and that takes no vocal power - just fingered finesse! It's good to get back in the thick of things again. I've missed it. Even have met some new people (that I won't mention because I've not asked their permission to stick them in here), and have had a lovely time with them. Along with all of that, one of my old friends has returned, and I am absolutely thrilled with that. Thrilled!!! I am thinking of starting up my "Show Me Your Best" competition again. It was a great way to show off, and I had a lot of fun doing it. It almost BROKE me sometimes, but it was a lot of fun to read people's pride and joy out of each genre. (Update: I found out that I cannot start my Show Me Your Best competition again, because it seems that someone else has taken it up. As a result, I brainstormed with Robert Waltz and created a new one. Should be just as fun!)Hubby got me a wireless controller for my GameCube... and then got me a Zelda game. I'm in heaven... or will be once I can get past this one part. ::grunts:: He also got me a racing game for his PSP. Luckily, even though it's his little PSP, I know he got it for me because... well... he doesn't LIKE racing games. Those were nice surprises today. I'm not used to getting very many things without expecting them. Yeah, so a rather random entry today. So goes my mind... in circles. |
I never did tell you about my Disney Trip. It was a blast... The following really awesome things happened to me, in no particular order: I got to play Who Wants to be a Millionaire. A six foot tall Winnie the Pooh hit on me and kissed my hand. I got to stay at the resort with the BEST food... and it was one of the lower priced resorts, too. It was pretty darned awesome. I got to take a picture with Pooh, Tigger, and Eeyore! I always wore shorts and tank tops. My arms, chest, and face tanned. My legs got not one iota of color. I even tried putting sunscreen everywhere but my legs... still no luck. I got to spend a week with my husband, and we didn't get irritated at each other even once. We had SO much fun. I missed my kiddos. I wanted to see them again, and now I want them old enough so I can take them. The plane rides both ways were terrible. One included about a 150 foot freefall drop when we hit the end of an air pocket. The other was just so bumpy that I think I was four shades of green when it ended. I got to take a picture with the red car in the movie Cars. Now I've just got to see the movie...As I remember, I will add, so keep looking at this entry! |
| Okay, so I have a friend, The Milkman , who talks about luck in a very different way than I am going to talk about it today. He talks about skill and luck of the cards in poker. I'm going to talk about just the way things go EVERY day for me. So... last week during inservice on Monday, I got called and told that my daughter was sick. I went and picked her up from the daycare, took her to the doctor, and was told, "There's nothing we can do. It's just a cold." Hmmm... so I had to call in to work Tuesday morning - two days before my first day with my students for this school year. Stressful. She was fine, so I took her in about halfway through the day and then came to work after lunch. She did keep getting worse, but I was lucky enough that the daycare went ahead and took her. On Saturday, I took her (and her brother) to a DIFFERENT doctor, and came home with five medications. Just my luck... Okay, so that was last week. THIS week I have also had a few difficulties. Instead of the difficulties being with my children, however, they are all with me. I, apparently, caught what my children have on Monday, when the only doctor I had to go to was the one that told me the week before, "We can't do anything for your daughter.... yadda yadda yadda." I didn't want to spend the money to get told that again, so I didn't go. Tuesday morning I was feeling perfectly fine. Tuesday during lunch, out of nowhere, I started losing my voice and sounding a bit froggy. Tuesday evening I had cheerleading practice with my girls. Still froggy. Wednesday morning - POOF!!! No voice. None at all. Could hardly even whisper. Yeah... So I had to call in to work again, but couldn't call in because I couldn't talk on the phone. So I walked in, then walked back out. Went to the doctor, found out he has a really nice PA, and got some free meds. That, at least, was good luck. Stayed home the rest of the day... my husband calls me three times to check on me. (Go figure. He can't see a head nod or shake - unless something in my head is rattling and I just don't know it yet. Hear, listen.... ::shakes head:: hear anything?) I'm back at work today and am required to bore my poor students with a math video. Sometimes it is good to be a teacher. ::groans:: On the up side... I got a more recent picture on here... "Invalid Item" |
| It's amazing what kind of impact you can have on children. This is the beginning of my fifth school year as a teacher. However, it is only the second school I have ever taught at. The last school was... interesting. The majority of the children here live in poverty. I thought that was the case at my last school, but this one is in more dire need than the last. These kids need a lot of affection. I always say to my kids, "Do you know why I wake up in the morning? I don't wake up for my husband, I don't wake up for my children. (In fact, either would wake ME up when I'd probably rather be sleeping.) I wake up for you guys. I prepare to meet you every day, find SOMETHING that's going to make you smile, and then I move on and look forward to seeing you." At the last school I was in, I got, "Yeah, right, Miss. Everyone says that." Here, I've gotten completely different reactions from the students. It's more like, "Really, Miss? You mean it?" or "You mean you're not going to get mad at us if we need to come in and see you for help?" I was floored. These kids need caring so much. Luckily, I care. It almost makes me feel like a first year teacher again. That first year, you always feel like you can make a difference in the world. Like you can make a difference in these children's lives... you WANT to be one of those teachers that they never forget, because you meant something to them. At the last school I was in, I didn't feel that way. I pretty much felt that no matter who was standing at the front of the classroom, the effect would be the same. Here I feel like I can make a difference again. It's an amazing feeling. I don't want to lose it. |
| Well, I kinda took the summer off from writing.com for many reasons. Mainly because I ended up moving and had like... no time at all to do anything other than move. The school year has now begun for me, though. Theoretically it began about a week ago, but this was the first day with munchkins. It is going to be an interesting year. Anyway, just a note to say that I'm back, and I should be posting actively in here again very soon. Granted, I say that all the time, but... this time I mean it. |
| So, I'm going to Disney... the one in Florida this time. (Somewhere in this journal is the story from my trip to California last year. Amusing... if you can find it.) I'll be back in about two weeks and tell you of my trip. |
| So, my daughter amazed us last week. She was stacking blocks, and we clearly heard out of her mouth, "One, two, three, four, five, six..." We were like.... WHOA!!! She can actually count to ten with help, but she can count to six on her own. For most, this is probably not all that exciting, but we're thrilled. Especially since she doesn't turn 2 years old until the twenty fourth of this month. |
| Yeah, so there are a lot of rants that I have had that haven't made it in here. The behavior of my students on the last two days of school, my son going to sleep at 5:30 am when my daughter woke up at 7:30 am, thus leaving me with only two hours of sleep, and... well, there's been a lot. However, I suppose I mostly wrote this update because of some odd things that have been going on. To clarify for you, I'll start from the beginning. Over a month ago, I received a job at a school district I didn't even apply for. (I applied for another district online, and they snatched the app. Called me one hour after I had posted it. I was shocked.) They asked for an interview, I went, and a week later I found out I had the job, and had one week to decide whether or not to take it. I told them I couldn't make the decision in a week. That job would require moving, and I could not move comfortably unless my husband had a job, and my kids had new babysitter's. Problem is, my husband is a band director, and the district there already had theirs. My husband and I knew he would be resigning, but he had not done so yet. They said they were sorry, but that I needed to make the decision by that time. I would receive the contract in the mail, and if I was not going to accept the position, to just let the contract expire. I said alright, knowing well that my husband would not receive the position, and full knowing that I would have to reject the job offer as a result. Two weeks later, I still hadn't received a contract. So I called. "I am sorry, our secretary has been out of the office with an intestinal flu, and the contract hasn't even gone out yet. She should be coming back this week. When she gets here, we'll write the contract and send it, then your time will start over." Okay, so we had a little extra time. Not so bad! This time, they gave me two weeks, instead of one. It would expire on June 8, 2006. Again, I let them send it, knowing full well that my husband still had no job there, and therefore I would be going nowhere. Come to find out, the superintendent of this school district knew that we knew their current band director, so she walked into his office and said, "We really want this teacher here. Very badly, she'll be wonderful for our kids. How do we get her here?" He said simply, "She has a husband." ... then resigned the next day. Thursday, June 1st (a week before my offer expired), my husband got a call from the superintendent. "Apply. The band director resigned. Can you come for an interview tomorrow?" So my husband applied... and he went to the interview. We knew that the board meeting (because the board would have to accept the contract of whatever band director was chosen) was scheduled for the 15th of the month... one week after my offer would expire. While my husband was there, the superintendent said, "Well, I cannot tell you who I am recommending to the school board, but if I recommend you, the school board meeting is... oh dear, let's just move that meeting, hmm?" She picked up the phone, called her secretary, and told her to move the school board meeting to June 6th. Two days before my offer expired. .....We're cutting it REALLY close..... So on the day of the board meeting, my husband was waiting for a call. Board meeting was at 4:00 pm. By 7:48 pm he had not received a call, so he assumed he had not gotten the position, and I was ready for my contract to expire. At 7:49 pm, the phone rang. He got the job. We're moving. |
| Yeah, so I'm reviewing like mad, and have actually made quite a large dent in my needed GPs by reviewing a novel that starts here: "HOME OF THE RED FOX - Segment One" [18+]. It all started when I reviewed a little preview chapter of it yesterday, and really enjoyed what I read. Granted, everything else seems much more exciting at times. The cliffhangers in some fo the thirty-something chapters are amazing... I suggest, if you'd like an interesting read, consider this little novel. It's "loverly", as some of my students would say. Truly enjoyable. 35,000 down and 85,000 to go. I can do it! |
| Can I do it? Sure, I've done it in the past... yet I've always had help. This week I'm rather... stuck. I'm still at work full time this week, and I've a lot to get done before the end of the school year. Next week will be a challenge as well. If the kiddos were going to the sitter's, I'd have all day to review and such, but they aren't, and hubby and I have an agreement that we won't be on the computer much when they're awake. Well, looks like I have some late nights coming. Chocolate! That will get me through! What I need to do is just suck it up and buy a whole year at one time, but I never seem to have that amount on my credit card. Hmmm... darned interest fees. Maybe this will help? "Invalid Item" I have to do it before the tenth because I am going out of town after that, and won't be back until the twenty fifth or so. Hmmmm... |
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