B2SN -

the "minimum" day that started at 6:15 AM and doesn't end until after 8:30 PM.

Into the 4th week of school, its spirit week, Comic book themed - DC gotham city, Marvel (fantastic 4), Cape Day and "choose your side" Hero or Villian day. Everyday this week has some sort of disruption to the normal schedule.  TAG on Tuesday (not Monday), short Flex wednesday for Department meetings, Back to school night (B2SN) thursday and Pep Rally (5A/5B) schedule for friday. 

Its good to get the weird schedules out of the way all in one week, but man are the kids all screwwy because of it or what??  Through off their day by a few minutes one way or the other and EXCUSE to be absolute pain in the necks and not work. Why is it that they think, if even one minute is taken off the period, its too short to work in so they just sit and talk...

Small political plug here, we've been advised by the union to mention that if the governors initiative doesn't pass, we will loss 15 days off the school calendar and 3 weeks of learning for their little darlings.  I don't think we can get the thing passed, either way, but whatever.

 Shoulder is almost back to useable, if I had time to use it that is.  My horse and I both mourn the lack of saddle time I've gotten in the last 3 weeks.  Hoefully after this weekend I will be able to schedule some ride time in for me.  Gotta prep the classroom for all the parents tonight, yipee!!   E>)

Catching up to my life, getting closer anyway

Ok so January, was a lifetime ago. Quick update, mom's in a board and care since Febuary; Jim's physically recovered from the stroke (discovering there maybe some mental issues to deal with-getting those checked out soon); Calvin is becoming more poisoned by his testosterone then ever; I can see it starting with Ethan, hoping he will learn by seeing and not DO-ing like his big brother. In March I was dumped off my horse Rodeo, tore all 4 rotator cuff tendons and a bicep tendon loose; end of May surgery for the repair on the fist day off school. :(--- working my arm off to try and get back in time for school start up. Gallbladder surgery scheduled for end of July; I've come to thinks of this summer as the summer of suckage- everyway shape and form seem to be conspiring to keep me off horses and locked up in the house... My best friends just left on a week long back country horse packing trip to the Golden Trout wilderness, and. I'm stuck home feeding the rest of their stock... Off to do exactly that now... Gotta figure out how to add pictures to this blog it's dead boring even for me.

The beginning of the end of an era

Wow, it seems like yesterday I was doing the last post and the date says October ?? Time Flyes when your school schedules you a extra period of teaching, and then the holidays and BOMB!! Your husband has a stroke (more under a separate post), your mom gets stuck on the floor all night long because she won't push her "I've fallen and I can't shut up button" until morning because she doesn't want to wake you up and bother you. Funny thing about low o2 levels, they make you confused. Btw it also makes your liver stop working and your congestive heart failure flare up, top that with an ecoli uti and no food for 36 hours, and viola! You earn yourself an ambulance ride and 10+days in the hospital... (that's mom for ya, ever the martyr.). See, if I don't say my mom and my husband it can be someone else's problem, even if only figuratively.

I am becoming more aware everyday, that my life has been changed permanently. After a stroke (even not your own), I find that I view the world from a much different perspective. Things like money, don't mean as much, time is the precious commodity. It has caused me to re evaluate my priorities and I am slowly learning that $ is just a means to an end. The ever popular bread for life's sandwich. It can make life yummy warm and comfortable, or it can be vexing, dry, and damn quick to mold on the day you really wanted that last piece for toast!

(waiting on the dryer is a bitch, when all you want is more sleep and to lay down and relax.)

People I love snap at me, my husband doesn't laugh and kid around like he used to, the teenagers are sullen and demanding, and it seems no one knows how to put away whatever they are finished using- including food that needs refrigeration... Dishes? The fairies must come and clean up after you because you never put your shit away or wash what you used in the first place. When I go to bed and the kitchen is sparkling(happy me) and get up to half a dozen dishes left out not washed food cementing itself to the counter, it makes the morning tough, even if they did let you sleep until 8am.... When you wanted to sleep ALL day!,