It's Almost 100% Certain . . .

That we will be getting this house.

Take a look and let me know what you think!

We love it; the kids love it. They are always begging to go over and see "The Big House."

We'll have plenty of room! Come visit us!!!!

Noodle

Chicken Nugget had an overnight event this weekend, so I left the boys at home to watch wrestling and basketball, and Noodle and I had a date! We ate at Cracker Barrell, and Noodle picked out a dress-up set that was on sale for 70% off. We went to see the movie Coraline ("That mean mom was scary!" was Noodle's review of the movie.). I had to make a quick trip to JCPenny to get some pants ("You're just killin' me, Mom, with all this stuff you have to do at the mall!" was Noodle's impatient review of my shopping excursion to Penny's.) Last, we painted at a ceramics place in the mall. Noodle painted three hearts to hang up in her room, and I painted a rose. We even got sparkles srayed on them before we left.

Have I mentioned at all how super stressed I have been lately? No? Well, I have been. Probably more stressed than I can ever recall feeling, EVER. It is a combination of lots of things, but let me just reiterate that the ending result of the combination has been STRESS.

Leave it to Noodle to make me feel better.

Yesterday, as we were leaving Cracker Barrell, I said, "Noodle, did you know that I love you? I love you so much. I love you more than the world!"

Noodle wanted to let me know how much she loves me, too. She said, "I love you more than chicken!"

Thanks, Noodle. I really needed that laugh! And I need you. And I even love you more than chicken, too!

Education

I'd like to write a post about teaching. That's what I really want to do. But I'd have to be SO cryptic, that I would have to include a decoder ring.

So I'll just say this:

Parts of teaching are really great. Other parts aren't. I love the kids. Lots of other stuff about it, I don't love at all.

For a more detailed report (since I can't give the name of my school or any other specific names on this blog, due to possible legal retribution), I'd be happy to send a personal e-mail. Or, look below for the telepathic version of what I really want to say:


***telepathic version in transmit now***

Now tell me THAT wasn't a mouthful!!!!

Holiday

No, it's not a holiday. It's mean to even call it a holiay. But I'm home. It's because the girls have strep. Poor girls. I feel sorry for them. But I can't say I feel sorry to be home!

So . . .

I've been so busy! I have been meaning to and wanting to blog, but who has the time???? Unless I'm up at 3AM some morning or something like that . . .

Anyway, things are going great. I really love my students at work. I'm overloaded and sometimes feel overwhelmed with getting used to all the paperwork involved with teaching. But it gets easier every day.

Oh, and we might get a house. But that's all I'm gonna say for now . . .

Much love to you all!