tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36578767574181143972012-01-07T11:01:04.402-06:00amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.comBlogger3851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-9922575622504056122011-09-05T14:49:00.000-05:002011-09-05T14:52:18.431-05:00

My gosh, she's getting big. I'm testing out using BlogPress from my various devices. So far, seems to be working peachy. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

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Conversation #1Harrison's adenoidectomy and ear tube insertion surgery is tomorrow and he has been telling everyone about it and his hearing loss that led up to the surgery. Telling his friend Taylor about it, he finished by proudly saying, "And the best part is, I get to eat all the ice cream I want!"Taylor looked at him incredulously and said, "Ice cream's the cure?""No, hospital ice cream is."

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About to sit and watch some TV with my hunny while we eat some ice cream. (I stole his ‘top-of-the-carton’ serving—I’m in trouble now.) Took the boy to the dentist today; he impressed them with his super-clean teeth. (I keep telling him that brushing twice a day is a good thing!) Otherwise, we just kind of hung out. I’m working on the muslin for my jacket and it’s kind of driving me batty, so I

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No...phone... iPhone backing up… Software…updating… Hours…without…apps… Don’t remember…what…to do…in bathroom…without surreptitious email…and Facebook…checks… In a nice touch from the Irony Fairies, Robert sold our iPods to fund the acquisition of our new iPhones (about which we have received word on shipping—yay!). I’m working in the office/sewing room tonight and don’t have my phone or my iPod

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-13072537164678678932010-06-20T23:49:00.000-05:002010-06-21T00:09:40.414-05:00

So, I’ve reached my goal. I’ve blogged for each and every day of the past year. It seems kind of amazing that I finished it up. I’ll be honest—there were plenty of times when I just flat out didn’t want to do anything. Being sick, being tired (oh yeah, my thyroid is fine, but apparently I have a jinked up iron level), just not feeling like I had anything to say. But I trudged through because I

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We did our Father’s Day stuff a day early this year, trucking over to Shreveport to go to SciPort. I feel like I should feel guilty for trying to ‘geek’ my kid up, but in all honesty I don’t think I could change him if I tried. He loves science—mostly astronomy, which he is thrilled to share with his dad. One of my favorite moments of the day was when he climbed up in the clubhouse in the younger

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-2595973717982066802010-06-18T23:07:00.001-05:002010-06-18T23:07:18.089-05:00

Having Lasik performed on your eyes makes you feel like you always have old contacts on. Sadly, you can’t remove them. You can just moisten them. A lot. I’m off to moisten and rest my eyes and hope that they feel better tomorrow. For what it’s worth, the vision thing still rocks my world. I’m just ready to not feel the itchy, stingy, pain in the eyeball business that I’ve been dealing with. [I

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So. I can see now. It’s totally weird. There are individual leaves in the trees. Individual pine needles. Roofs are shingled with individual shingles. Well, duh, Amy! Yeah, duh, but it’s amazing the things you don’t see when you can’t see. Contacts never gave me this kind of clarity; glasses never even came close. Because of the irritation, it feels like I’m wearing contacts. Actually, it

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So the lasering went well. I’m already able to see better than I was able to. My eye’s are sore right now and I’m mostly typing this with them closed, opening only to check occasionally when something doesn’t feel “right.” Thank you to all those typing teachers from junior high through high school who drilled home row and qwerty into my brain. I’m about to put in the last of my five eye drops

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So. Tomorrow’s it. I’m excited about getting my eyes fixed, but I am just a little bit nervous. Honestly, I’m trying to not think about it a whole lot. I’m supposed to be having the “easy” surgery—flaps as opposed to a big eye scab—but I don’t see any way it can’t suck. (Pun definitely intended…) I mean, seeing will be good, but the laser doesn’t excite me. They give you a muscle relaxant

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-30277004400423527742010-06-14T23:19:00.001-05:002010-06-14T23:19:53.502-05:00

Or at least your mental state when contemplating your vision. One more day with glasses. I’m excited but I’m also a little bit scared. I mean, I had surgery to get the kids out of my belly, but this is different—this is my eyes. One slip and I won’t be able to see anything. I mean, yeah, they use computers and all that business, but I guess I’m just paranoid. I’m sure it will be fine. I’ve

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Peaceful weekend at Casa Brown. Aside from taking the boy to Lowe’s for Build and Grow, we pretty much did a lot of nothing. Piddled around the house, cleaning a bit, decluttering, etc. Went to the pool yesterday. Today the kids and I hung out while Robert got groceries. Really, nothing of note happened. And I’m pretty cool with that. This weekend was one of those ‘slice of life’ times where

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Looking at my office, I’m frustrated that it’s in such a mess right now, but I’m kind of excited about how it’s (hopefully!!!) going to end up. After I spent several days last weekend meticulously going through everything on my desk, sorting, organizing, purging and dusting everything my hands touched, I was able to walk away with a completely organized desk. This doesn’t sound like much, but if

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-17287172450446526582010-06-11T23:40:00.001-05:002010-06-11T23:40:27.308-05:00

Home from Austin. Had a good time, learned lots of useful stuff, went to Ikea. VERY glad to be home, though. Glad to not be in a room full of people all trying to out-art-teacher each other. Glad to not be in a hotel FULL of people trying to out-FINE-arts-teacher everyone else. (Those damned theater teachers are SO DRAMATIC!!!) Glad to be home, about to sleep in my own bed and not on a fold out

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Getting ready to crash for the night. CEDFA conference has been ok today. The first workshop I went to was, sadly, a waste of my time but it earned me four hours of comp time, so I’m not complaining. The second workshop, though, was pretty good. The presenters for that session are going to be our presenters all day tomorrow and so I have high hopes for what they’ve got coming down the pipe.

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-70213127615846341362010-06-09T23:40:00.001-05:002010-06-09T23:40:29.532-05:00

Made it to Austin this afternoon. We've piddled around town and are now back at the hotel. Looking forward to the classes the next two days. CEDFA's Fine Arts Summit was awesome last year and I expect it to be great this year, too.

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Well, much as I expected, the workshop I sat through today was a total wash for me. I get so tired of being told that the entire campus has to go to these workshops, only to find that the information being presented is aimed at just the core teachers (English, Science, Math and History). I don’t for a second want to teach English again—that’s not what this is about. If I must do continuing

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-17871223115260785892010-06-07T23:51:00.000-05:002010-06-08T00:11:50.077-05:00

So. I had my collision in February. Long story short, it was one of those snow days where we were all, “Holy crap! It’s snowing! In East Texas! Again!” The first time we had one of those, everyone was amazed and all atwitter about it. “What a marvelous thing, this snow!” By the time the second one rolled around, it was toward the end of the month and Spring was on Her way and, well, the snow

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-76511323835692241662010-06-06T23:56:00.001-05:002010-06-07T18:04:14.577-05:00

AlleyFest is over. The first week of my summer vacation is over. I’ve got heat rash and I’m bone tired, but I think I’m going to make it. Next week is a workshop that is all but useless to me and a conference that is directly in line with what I teach. I figure I’ll get lots drawn/doodled on Tuesday and hopefully will have lots of useful notes for the rest of the week.After this week, I’ll be

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One day of AlleyFest down, one more to go. I had to leave a few hours early today as it was so freaking hot I was about to pass out. The one time I went out walking the block with dad to see stuff and get food, I just about passed out from heat and exhaustion. Whoever the genius was who thought it would be fun to have a street carnival in East Texas in June, I have to wonder at their sanity.

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Should be in bed right now since I have to be downtown around 9 am tomorrow. Looking forward to AlleyFest tomorrow, but considering the impending heat, I think I’m going to be glad when it’s over. Hope that I get to see some of the cool stuff and that I don’t get tied down to the table teaching how to make paper. Definitely need to bring water to drink! Finished one of the inservice/workshops

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In two weeks, I’ll have perfect vision. As for now, I’ve got corneas that have been prodded repeatedly and pupils that are so dilated I look like a junkies. I look like an anime character without the pert nose or the short skirt. I had to laugh when the guy doing all the diagnostic stuff asked me to open my eyes as wide as I could so he could do some sort of looking around in them. If you know me

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-55790910597828747232010-06-02T23:30:00.001-05:002010-06-02T23:30:39.517-05:00

Two (real, non-holiday, non-weekend) days into summer. House is staying clean. Had dr. visits today and more follow tomorrow. Getting my eyes checked out for lasering later this month and getting my thyroid checked to see why I'm always tired. Hope they both tell me something good!

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-75676167182365044992010-06-01T23:41:00.001-05:002010-06-01T23:41:17.569-05:00

Got soooo much work done today. Hung hand towel racks in both bathrooms and replaced the arse-ugly bath towel rack in the guest bathroom. Swept and mopped the floors in both and scrubbed both toilets. Counters wiped down. Installed the shower cleaning system thingies Robert wanted me to get. (They’re cool—cleaning robots!) Labeled the shelves in the linen closet as well as Harrison’s toy shelves

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-69745359233983403852010-05-31T23:32:00.001-05:002010-05-31T23:32:31.304-05:00

Spent the day cleaning again. Got the two hall closets cleaned out, which is un-freakin’-believable. Culled out all kinds of sheets, blankets, pillows and tablecloths from the linen closet and Robert got the luggage and tote bags that have apparently been breeding in the other closet under control. I was able to get the sheets we are keeping separated out by size and stacked neatly. Tomorrow I’ll

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-64050233540519614122010-05-30T23:59:00.001-05:002010-05-30T23:59:25.047-05:00

We’ve been working around the house today. Robert took on the ginormous job of getting the garage cleaned and organized, taking everything off the shelves and out of the storage room, sorting it all into related piles and then returning things to their homes. Now that it’s all neat and tidy, we are ready to have a garage sale in a month. We’ll be collecting up all of our stuff that just doesn’t

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-49344755618948968922010-05-29T23:59:00.000-05:002010-05-30T00:01:16.131-05:00

Got to play Tooth Fairy for the second time for my son. Despite the fact that I’m, in fact, lying bald-faced to the young light of my life, it was kind of fun. He couldn’t find his plastic tooth that the dentist gave him for storing disembodied teeth, so I gave him a gold colored draw string bag that just fit the bill. He’s in his room now, crashed out and dreaming of the big fun he’s going to

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-19309533064160276912010-05-28T23:09:00.001-05:002010-05-28T23:09:29.330-05:00

I know I’m a humbug, but I really dislike graduations. I’ve not enjoyed any of the ones I’ve had to participate in, either as a student “moving on to the next phase of my life” or as a teacher watching self-involved teenagers prance around the stage and swagger as if they just won the lottery when all they did was scrape by in enough classes to survive. (It might be noted that I’m effing tired

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-27080782503696247602010-05-27T23:59:00.001-05:002010-05-27T23:59:37.652-05:00

And a half day at that. Watched the boy graduate from Kindergarten this morning. He looked really sharp in his suit—I’m glad we got some more wear out of it after Cody and Amy’s wedding in November! :) So now, to make plans for what to do to fill all that precious unfilled time. I vote for naps, TV and more naps. Maybe a trip to the pool. Harrison watched a cartoon the other day where the

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-48041763839593022082010-05-26T23:27:00.001-05:002010-05-26T23:27:57.077-05:00

Had six of the ten students scheduled to come take my final exam just not come in. I totally can’t believe that. What kind of audacity makes a kid think that they can just skip a final exam? “I don’t want to take it.” Well, whoop-de-doo! I don’t want to be around teenagers right now, but that’s what I’m paid to do so here I am. “But I don’t get paid to be here!” No? What about that grade

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-51026465079493296152010-05-25T23:06:00.001-05:002010-05-25T23:06:17.720-05:00

Ok, so this is the weird world I live in. Back in February/March, I built a new raised flower bed in my front yard. LOTS of work. After putting in layers--newspaper, compost, manure, etc. (I'm lasagna gardening again this year!)--I planted a few things. Blueberries (two bushes), raspberries (one plant), some nasturtiums that I nurtured from seed (four or five, I think). I left it pretty open

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-51316512656842074372010-05-24T23:19:00.001-05:002010-05-24T23:19:44.746-05:00

I won’t be posting specifics about the episodes tonight in case anyone is avoiding spoilers. Rest assured, things come to those for whom they are destined. People reacted in much the way that I figured they would. There was nowhere near the bloodbath that I figured would happen. It was nowhere near as Shakespearean as I anticipated it would be. That said, final counts are as follows:

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About to embark on the last week of school. Squeee! Could not be any tireder (is that even a word?). Dad and I spent the day working on the can house for the Longview WOW booth at Alleyfest. We’ve got probably 70% of it done, so that’s cool. Heading off to bed now to rest up for my last week of teenagers for a while.

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Despite the leftover margarita glasses hanging around this morning, the mess cleanup was astonishingly quick and simple. After the ten minutes it took me to put the sticky glasses in the dishwasher, wipe down the counter and sink and put away the bottles that had been left out, I decided to really push the mess-envelope: I made waffles. I kept the mess maintained to one counter and regularly

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Half a margarita in to relaxing for the weekend. Can't even say how worn out I am from this week but rest assured the rita is helping. Scrubbed the tub and vacuumed the office tonight before Cody and Amy got here so at least I got some work done. Don't know how shiny my sink will be when I go to bed but it will be the first time in three weeks so I'm not sweating it. Looking at the rest of my

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Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six more days. Six….. (Yes, I typed all of that. No cut and paste for this girlie! And yes, I’m ready for school

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Ugh. I hate the end of the school year. The kids are tired, sick of being at school, sick of being around each other, sick of me. I’m sick of being at school, sick of being around them, sick of it all. It’s just bad. I think I’m one of the only teachers right now who isn’t showing movies to the kids. Seriously. While some of them have been watching things actually tied to the

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-54206550228087062452010-05-18T23:14:00.001-05:002010-05-18T23:14:33.077-05:00

Had an unplanned but very pleasant date night tonight. Robert decided to break out of our daily grind and take us to dinner and a movie. I, exhausted from the still-nascent week, tiredly agreed. A Smashburger with smashfries and a Hagen-Daaz shake followed by some Iron Man 2 action later, I’m still freakin’ tired, but man, I had a great time! Love that my honey still knows how to surprise me and

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Episode 22: 1 pm to 2 pm So it seems that everyone else in 24 Land is pretty much off Killin’ Patrol, because Jack’s the only one who is logging any stiffs these days. He shot to wound three Secret Service agents in his mission to get Logan the Weasel. The Weasel quickly sang like a bird and gave up the name of the Russian ambassador, thereby signing that fella’s death warrant. Jack

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Did a test run of the seed paper I’m facilitating at Alley Fest in a month today. It went pretty well, but I’m definitely going to want to do a little bit more planning on it before the actual day. Harrison and his friend Jace “helped,” and Jace’s mom actually helped, so it all came out well. The boys said the paper pulp reminded them of alien poop, which begs the question: when has my son been

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-61806135060406799402010-05-15T23:44:00.001-05:002010-05-15T23:54:07.024-05:00

I let the kids play in the sprinkler today. Harrison loved it. Laura, not so much. I mean, she was ok at first, but when the water hit her she decided that it was not really what she wanted out of the experience. I changed the hose from the regular sprinkler that I have set up to water my garden in the backyard  to the Elmo sprinkler in hopes that she would lighten up and decide to play and

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Watched a robin feeding her babies tonight. We’ve had a Momma Bird camped on our back porch for some time now. I noticed her nest on the crossbeam of the patio about a month or so ago; it seemed to appear out of nowhere, almost magically. I pointed it out to Robert and Harrison and we began watching her come and go. There were times I figured she would leave her little haven. Robert grilled one

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-67899167755423123902010-05-13T23:01:00.001-05:002010-05-13T23:01:59.613-05:00

My tooth is killing me. Strike that. My jaw is killing me. I hate having dental work done. I hate having crowns put in. I hate waiting for my gums to heal so that I don’t cringe every time I take a bite of food. I hate my tooth still being sensitive to temperature and pressure while I’m wearing the temporary crown. I hate paying huge amounts of unexpected money—money that should be going to

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Clicking away on getting the kitchen cleaned up. I’ve accumulated two boxes of stuff from two sets of cabinets already. The stove is shining, much cleaner than it has been since we moved in three years ago. The sink, as ever, is shining. I help with the dishes, a job that I have avoided my entire life because when I was a kid it was always my punishment and therefore I never got to see it for

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Typing this as Robert sits at my computer, uninfecting it. Despite the virus, despite the toothache (the gums around my temporary crown are killing me!), despite the TWO meetings I sat through where we worked on plans for an event and then reiterated those plans in the second meeting, I had a pretty decent day. My house remains clean(ish), my kid behaved at school (!), and I got to work on a

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To borrow a phrase from my sweet husband, tonight’s episode was a real sphincter clincher. Episode 21: 12 pm to 1 pm Jack used his crackerjack knowledge of how government agencies work to draw the bad guys out to the mall and their eventual doom. He called the reporter chick from early in this season (I could look back at my archives, but it’s getting late…) and dropped a few keywords

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Have really had a great Mother’s Day weekend. My feet are sore and my shoulders are beat up (that bobsled ride at Six Flags, while all kinds of awesome, really knocks you around if you’re not holding on right!), but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. After spending the whole day at the park—we left after 8 pm (with two kids in tow—yeah, I know we’re crazy!)—we stopped at McDonalds to let the

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Heading home from Six Flags with Robert driving and my babies asleep in the backseat. It has been such an awesome day. The kids really enjoyed the rides--Harrison was FEARLESS, begging to go on all the rides, even those he was too small to ride. I can't wait to take him next year when he's a little taller and can ride them all. :)Happy Mothers Day to all the Mamas out there!

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Another week down. I’ve got fifteen more days of school left and I’m more than ready for them to be over. By and large, I really do like my job, for all the griping about it that I do. This time of year, though, the kids get more squirrely than usual and I just reach a point where being around teenagers is the last thing I want to do. I’m going on a field trip tomorrow with the art club to Six

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This sounds kind of silly, but I’ve cleaned my sink every night now since Monday. I know. It sounds stupid. Who doesn’t clean their sink every night? Lots of people, apparently. I found, through the recommendations of some friends on a sewing list I belong to, the FlyLady. While she isn’t an insect, nor does she actually fly around, she does offer lots of encouragement and advice for cleaning

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Got crowned today, in a dental sort of way. :( Actually, it wasn’t too bad. They gassed me up so that I didn’t feel how much the Novocain shot hurt—all I felt was the pressure, but not the sharpness of it. Then, I pretty much napped through most of the rest. I mean, I was awake and alert, in a manner of speaking, but it was a very dozy kind of awake, if that makes sense. I’m not really excited

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In a weird, synergistic mixing of fate, two of the blogs I follow touched on some things I found pertinent to my life. growing. still. Use the Good Stuff  I won’t belabor the reasons that these two essays touched me—anyone reading them with a shred of humanity will probably feel similarly. I was surprised and a bit unnerved to think that maybe I’m not as developed as I’m

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Dry spell’s over! Episode 20: 11 am to 12 pm Jack saved G.W.W.F.H.O.H.S. from Toepick and his crew, killing the former figure skating wunderkind and three of his associates. Jack takes G.W.W.F.H.O.H.S. and Scooby into the bank where she is holding her evidence in a safe deposit box. Turns out, there’s a small ignition charge in the box that knocks Scoob off his feet. Very

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You mamas who stay at home all day with the kids and actually get anything done are going to have to give me a clue. I can barely work on the weekend, housewise, without the kids destroying it all. I was working in the bedroom tonight with the kids playing nearby and literally two minutes after I would finish a task, Laura would come behind me and undo whatever I had just done. Pants on a shelf

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I had a revelation of sorts recently. I’ve been reading these ‘mommy blogs’ for the past year or so. It started last summer when I was home with the kids several days a week during the summer and I knew that if I didn’t get some ideas for activities, we’d all sit around watching TV all summer. Harrison, of course, would be completely fine with me letting him watch TV and play Super Paper Mario

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Made it through another week. I’m beat, but that’s nothing new. Robert and I dumped the kids with my parents and went to Marshall to get my ring resized. The jeweler took off about 1/4 of a ring size, which seems miniscule, but my ring’s not flopsing around anymore so I think it’s awesome. We then grabbed some Sonic and headed out to a movie—on a Friday night! At 7 pm! Crazy stuff afoot when we

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Busy day. TAKS testing in the AM (is there anything worse than watching someone else take a test?). Longview WOW World of William (Shakespeare, natch) planning meeting this afternoon. Going to be a killer workshop for the kids in conjunction with the Texas Shakespeare Festival at Kilgore College this summer—very excited about it! Karate class so Harrison could get some sparring practice in

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Had several nice treats in the garden today. First of all, the nasturtiums I planted way back in February are finally getting blooms. They’ve had leaves—lots and lots of leaves—for ages. But I stepped out of the garage this morning and noticed a bright red burst of color. There are several buds ready to open on each of the three plants I’ve got in the front bed, so I’m looking forward to seeing

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I know I’m flogging a dead horse here, but I’m so glad that I finally got the sunflower seeds back in the ground. The actual putting them in took about ten minutes, but I did have five different varieties I was alternating between, as well as some morning glories I had been soaking for a few days. I’m just hoping that they do well in the new, improved soil. So far, I’ve not seen any slugs around,

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Episode 19: 10 am to 11 am None. Again. Seriously. I can only take this to mean that Jack’s going to be kicking some hella-ass next week. My money is on the Russian sniper going down ASAP, and then after that, it’s pretty much a free for all. I think G.W.W.F.H.O.H.S. will probably meet her end before the end. Maybe Scooby. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I think Jack might

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That’s mine and Harrison’s battle cry. i inadvertently killed all the sunflowers night before last by trying to kill the slugs. You see, we planted all these flowers around a perimeter in the hopes that they would grow to be a ‘house’ of sorts, as per the instructions of Sharon Lovejoy. I’ve got several of her books and really liked the looks of this sunflower house so I gathered up my materials

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Computer is hosing up. AND I killed all my sunflowers. All of them. I'm going to replant seeds tomorrow, so it will be ok, but I've been pretty torn up over it today. Otherwise, the garden is doing pretty good--the green beans are coming up, as are the gourds. I gave blood today, which was also pretty cool. Going to bed now to toss and turn over my blundering black thumb. Sigh.

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End o’ the week. Tired. (Natch. What’s it like not always being tired? Anyone?) Cranky. (Kids stole my tape dispenser and the Splenda tablets from my coffee center. Brats.) Proud. (Son got stickers all week for behaving at school! Plants are taking hold in the garden! I got my soaker hoses in place in the flower beds and the sprinkler in place for the lasagna bed and the sunflower house!

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Garden is coming along nicely. Got the veggies I bought last weekend in the ground yesterday. Seeds have been going in pretty regularly as my time has allowed. The sunflowers are sprouting, for the most part. I’ve got a few areas of the ‘walls’ that do not seem to be growing, but I’m going to give them a few more days. If all else fails, I’ll just replant those spots—I’ve got markers where they

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Harrison and I had been working in the lasagna garden and had just gotten it finished. [Correction: I was working in the garden while Harrison roamed around the backyard, occasionally stopping by to see what I had gotten done and offer suggestions. I think he’s ready for management.] The tomatoes, tomatillos, squash and zucchini had just gotten in the ground and Harrison had just made his

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I came in here 30 minutes ago to post quickly about how tired I am (I ran tonight—at least I have an excuse this time!) and how I was going to be hitting the hay. I know, groundbreaking. Totally new stuff. Never before seen. Oh, yeah. I’ve said all that before. Well, dammit, I am tired. I did run and I am worn out. And I was going to do a quickie and go to bed by 11 pm tonight. And then

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Episode 18: 9 am to 10 am None. That’s right. Not a single, solitary kill tonight. Jack’s got cold sweats, ready to kill someone, anyone, just to get the bloodlust out of his system but he didn’t log a single shot. No stabbing. No necks being broken. Certainly no heads being cut off. So. Season total is seventy, Jack logging in thirteen. And we wait. Chloe is still in charge of CTU.

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My boys are home. Robert has been gone for the past two nights to a guitar show in Dallas with James, helping to sell James’ amp modifiers. Considering how many times I go out of town for art teacher conventions and workshops, I didn’t begrudge him this but it certainly did get lonely without him around. Harrison was also gone for much of the weekend. He spent the past two nights with my

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Spent a quiet day with the girl. Harrison spent last night with my parents, coming home for a few hours so we could go to the Lowe’s Build and Grow workshop today. Afterwards, we bought some yard stuff—more amendments for my backyard lasagna garden and some watering gizmos that I’ve been eyeing—and then he went back to mom and dad’s. I don’t want it to sound like I don’t like being around

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Long week. Tired of teenagers. Worn out with Harrison’s behavior. Just want to lay down and sleep away my troubles. Not sure the weekend will be long enough to do that, but I’ll certainly try…

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Hated to do it, but I pulled the boy from sparring practice at karate tonight. He had a really good month last month, barely getting into trouble at all, but it seems that a switch has been flipped this week and he’s had a note home every day. It’s never anything very bad, but it is consistent. Horse-playing. Banging on the keyboard in computer class. Talking when he knows he’s supposed to be

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So my husband got me a diamond ring recently. We’ll have been married for sixteen years this summer and I’ve not ever had one. When we got married, we were extremely young and poor so we couldn’t afford fancy pants wedding ring sets. We got some nice bands, but they were not super-duper expensive. Last week, he took me to the jeweler and showed me the stone he had picked out (round cut, as I

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You know, most of the time I like being right. I revel in it. Do the “I’m right and you’re wrong” dance. That sort of thing. I hated being right tonight. Episode 17: 8 am to 9 am As I’ve been predicting for weeks, Renee got shot tonight. She, of course, got some horizontal hula on with Jack right beforehand, so that they were both at the peak of their happiness before she had to die.

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Don’t think I’ll be getting to writing about 24 tonight, mostly because it’s a two hour episode and we haven’t started it, but also because I’m so freaking tired, I’m about to go to bed. The boy wanted to go run after school today and I just didn’t have the energy to do it. He was disappointed but I promised we’d go tomorrow. I’m glad he’s enjoying it so much. I really love it, too, but I’m just

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Last minute posting. Again. Ran my butt off all weekend. State VASE Friday and Saturday, got up and graded for several hours today and just spent an hour getting 90% of the grades in the computer. I’ve still got one more class to get in, but I’m going to take care of them tomorrow morning. As long as they’re in before 9 am, it’s all ok, so I’m going to collapse. Robert, meanwhile, took care of

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Home from Houston. Man, I’m tired. We got up at 5 am this morning and have been running ever since. We took 12 artworks and of those, five received medals. We didn’t get any Gold Seals, but I’m really proud of our kids, nonetheless. I’m glad to be home and ready to be in my own bed. The hotel was nice, but it’s always best to get back home and be around my family and my own surroundings. Got

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Long day in Houston today. We left Longview at 8 am and drove all morning to get to Houston in time for lunch. After stuffing ourselves at Chipotle, we went back up the road to the Museum of Fine Arts and saw the amazing Alice Neel retrospective (among other things). Then we headed up to Kemah Boardwalk to eat some supper and hang out for a while. Getting ready now for bed and the even longer day

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Getting geared up to go to State VASE tomorrow. Got my classroom ready for my sub. Hope my kids aren’t total monsters. I hate leaving my classes with anyone else. It’s not like someone else can’t watch them and keep them in line. I just hate knowing the shenanigans that my students will (at least try to be) getting up to. Sigh. Watched some Top Gun on tv a little while ago. That has to be the

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Plus: Longview WOW/Dalton Days posters done. Bunco canceled (actually, it was scheduled for the end of the month and I just had my head on backwards. Ooops.) so I didn’t have to drive all the way out to Waskom. Papers stacked and ready to grade. Took the boy to karate and watched the girl walk around the room while he was training. Minus: Desk is a pit at work and I need to have everything

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Working on posters for Dalton Days. Really need to think through this volunteering to make posters thing I keep doing. Sigh. Ran with the boy today. We missed one day last week, so we need to catch up on that, I think, but I also think I’m going to wait on that for a few days. Too much this week to do.

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Episode 15: 6 am to 7 am After watching the entire episode and wondering if anyone was going to die, M.E.P.’s former head of security (and former boyfriend of M.E.P.’s daughter) took one for the team. CTU had him on the satellite, were preparing an ambush for him and at the last second, Girl Who Was Formerly Hair Over Her Shoulder let him in on the plan so he could divert his path. Here’

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So, I’ve got tons of crap to do this week and it kind of all crept up on me without me noticing. Of course. Sigh. First and foremost, I’ve got to get grades in the computer. They’re actually due by next Monday, but I’m going to Houston on Friday with the State VASE winners and so I won’t be in class to take last second work from teenagers. So sad for them. ;) Speaking of not being here on

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Killing time while Mario regenerates his heart points. The boy and I have been playing Super Paper Mario for a few weeks now and, much as I hate to admit it, I'm really enjoying it. I've not played any video games since I was a teenager, at least not seriously, so to have put twenty-four hours into one (a small amount in terms of average gamer time) is kind of a big deal for me. I'm probably

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If you live in the East Texas area and have never been to La Maches in Jeffersin, I urge you to get there as quickly as you can. The food is spectacular and the wine is a religious experience. I don't even care that I stained my favorite shirt with a drop of oil--it was that good. Love my honey!

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As a child, we had an Easter egg hunt at school. I was eating one of my eggs on the way home and saw that some dye had gotten through the shell. I figured that it was bad (I was in elementary--my logic skills weren't quite honed just yet...), so I put it in the only trash can I could find: the car's ashtray. Flash forward to the end of school. May in Houston. Hot and humid and generally nasty.

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-16889744098333309442010-03-31T23:27:00.001-05:002010-03-31T23:27:25.095-05:00

Week’s almost over. I usually hate four day weeks, but I’m really looking forward to having Good Friday off with the kids this week. I’m hoping (!!!) that they’ll sleep in a little bit and let me not get up at the butt crack of dawn. This has been kind of a short week, anyway, for me. I took my classes to the Longview Museum of Fine Arts for the Student Art Show on Monday and Tuesday. The

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-68329184842144857412010-03-30T22:47:00.001-05:002010-03-30T22:47:57.299-05:00

Ran with the boy this afternoon, even though I had a meeting in little more than an hour from when we started. I’m really proud of myself for that because in the past, I would have just let it go and said I’d do it later. Which, of course, I wouldn’t do. And then I’d just fall deeper and deeper down the spiral until I wasn’t working out at all. I’m only a week in, but I feel like this running

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-89369801425711514462010-03-29T23:59:00.001-05:002010-04-27T00:12:03.067-05:00

Episode 14: 5 am to 6 am Big ol’ pile of dead Secret Service Agents protecting Middle Eastern President and his family and the Special Ops fellas who were trying to abduct M.E.P. for the good of the country. I counted six agents (of the seven who were protecting) and seven soldiers, three of whom were taken out by Jack and one of whom was shot by M.E.P., himself. Totals: this

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-28635028934536927062010-03-28T23:25:00.000-05:002010-03-28T23:26:25.219-05:00

Holding a sick baby in my arms. Didn't we go through all this mess two weeks ago? Thought it ws just teething--has had a low grade fever for a few hours now but no other symptoms. Alas, the vomit when she drank some water after taking her motrin clued us in to more serious problems. I'm so sick of being the vomit recepticle. I'm so sick of my babies being sick.

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-47411640747447529282010-03-27T23:48:00.001-05:002010-03-27T23:48:18.781-05:00

Got the stuff done for the World of Wind. Spent the better part of the morning cutting string and kite templates and typing up a word document that gave history, safety tips and instructions so that people could go more or less at their own pace. Got to the park, we got set up and the race was on. Ours was a boistrous group, but they were fun and very excited to participate in our different

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-39011317202982548032010-03-26T23:55:00.001-05:002010-03-26T23:55:43.835-05:00

I’m avoiding working on my kite kits for tomorrow World of Wind workshop with Longview WOW. I’ve been working on posters all evening and they look awesome, if I do say so, but I’m just drained. I had a few students help me today with the rods for the kites, but I’m just not done with the eighty (!!!) that I’m supposed to be rolling. Sigh. Should have been getting a few done every day instead of

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-66834854263812031752010-03-25T23:50:00.001-05:002010-03-25T23:50:07.761-05:00

In the middle of cutting out letters and images with mom's Cricut. I'm making signs for the Longview WOW World of Wind workshop. This cutter thing is super-cool. I'm going to have to get one someday! ;)Ran with the boy again today. Loving that!

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-29098229748010807022010-03-24T22:12:00.001-05:002010-03-24T22:12:39.352-05:00

I didn’t mention it last night because I was intent on getting the 24 synopsis up, but I need to mention that I’m so proud of my son. I’m probably jinxing him, but he’s had a complete 180 degree turnaround at school—he’s not getting in trouble nearly as much. He’s excited about going and is excited to come in and tell me about his day in the afternoons. I’m not sure what changed. I don’t know if

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Dunh-dunh-dunhhhhhhh! Episode 13: 4 am to 5 am Holy crap! The Girl Formerly Known As Hair Over Her Shoulder, a turncoat? But I’m getting ahead of myself… Electrical is out at CTU. Jack gets his NSA buddy to see about helping the beleaguered agency out and then says he’s off to chase terrorists. He’s got a hunch that he knows where they’re going—with all bridges and tunnels closed down (thanks

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-31166790095433579192010-03-22T23:09:00.001-05:002010-03-22T23:09:13.198-05:00

Since it’s after 11 pm and we’ve not yet started watching our DVRed 24 for the night, I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be updating tonight. I’ll get to it tomorrow, though. Went back to work today for about 10 minutes and then headed out for a Region 7 workshop. Class was neat—watercolor techniques—but I would have liked to be in class today. Crazy, right? Hopefully, I won’t have to miss

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-73758017315346273382010-03-21T23:31:00.000-05:002010-03-22T00:31:36.104-05:00

So, I totally just realized that I never synopsized (is that even a word?!?) the 24 from two weeks ago, never mind the one that we finally just watched last night. While this is travesty fodder for me—what? I had to come up with two days of actual content as opposed to summarizing someone else’s work! That’s ok, I’ll just post from my phone about how tired/sick I am!—I’m sure the world at large

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-42797739708511319872010-03-20T23:21:00.001-05:002010-03-20T23:21:13.065-05:00

Alright, already. We're watching 24 in a desperate attempt to get caught up. Maybe this week we won't have sick kids or go on a trip or something. I'll post a synopsis tomorrow.

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-65999789762299645382010-03-19T23:58:00.001-05:002010-03-19T23:58:50.068-05:00

So we don’t watch a lot of TV. As a corollary to that, we definitely don’t watch a lot of commercials. I mean, yeah, we watch the Super Bowl for the ads, but in general we try to miss them as much as possible. We were early adopters of Tivo; being able to watch TV when we wanted to instead of when the networks said we had to watch it was pretty amazing. Not having to watch commercials was just

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-44555992562269634742010-03-18T23:32:00.001-05:002010-03-18T23:32:14.301-05:00

This vacation business is wearing me out. I’m going to need some recuperation to get over the ‘rest’ I’ve been getting. :) I complain, but I have to say, we really had a wonderful time visiting Tonia and her family up in Ft. Worth. After all the Stockyard stuff yesterday, and the concert last night, we took it a bit easier today. We met up with some friends at the Kimble Art Museum and hung out

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657876757418114397.post-40293548254448624942010-03-17T23:47:00.001-05:002010-03-17T23:47:25.794-05:00

My heart is full. We've had such an awesome day in Ft. Worth with Tonia and her family. After a delicious breakfast, we all loaded up and went to the stockyards where Robert and the kids went through the giant maze. We ambled around town, petting various farm animals and watched the cowboys lead the longhorns through town. Robert and I just left the Muse concert (our original impetus for coming

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