Carol and Ali

Just read my good friend, Carol's blog. Talking about reading Ali Edwards blog ,(here a blog, there a blog, everywhere a blog, blog-lol) so I thought I 'd give it a shot. Okay, so here's my list of things I am grateful for right now:
1. It's Friday
2. It's afterschool
3. My two girls
4. My close,personal hommies (yes, you know who you are)
5. my printer
6. did i mention, it's friday?
7. my mom
8. only 3 days of school for me next week
9. going somewhere i'm not around 13 and 14 year olds
10. endless possibities

Taks,Kast,Kats,etc...

I screamed at my students today. I'm not sure why we even attempt to have class in my school as school wide testing. They're already wired, and they literally came out of the class rooms screaming and yelling at the top of the voices, no words, just guttural sounds. My pod partner had a food fight in her room. Got no lunch, got 10 minutes off period, have thugs and assholes for students who can't tell a gift when handed to them. Millions of kids in the world who would literally kill to get the education that is offered to our brats who just throw it away. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this isn't alll kids, but the clientele I'm working with appears to fall in to the groups of you owe it to me anyway, so what the fuck....Is my frustration and anger showing just a little bit?

Guilt

Now this is the problem with something like a blog. I vascilate from guilt, because I haven't written in a few days, to what's the big idea no one reads them anyway (no comments Kim or Carol). Catch up for the week: I've decided that my principle surrounds herself with incompetents so she herself doesn't look incompetent, my school is the joke at the ad. building (sucks to be us), I've got issues with certain people not having any balls. I don't understand kids coming to school knowing they are going to get in trouble especially when it's with me. I don't understand the theory of let's mainstream these sped kids, we're doing a disservice to the kids the "normal" kids and the teachers (love talking in acronyms, though). I was putting together my Civil War and Reconstruction note book (4 inches of paper inside of sheet protectors, slick little things they are), had it all laid out, was handing it to one of my students to carry for me and guess what they went everywhere, kind of how I feel, and did they land back in the order they were in? Of course not, nothing could be that wonderful and simple. Well, at least I got my ATC's done last night and a wedding gift card holder for my niece on my ex's side. Have circle journal tonight, think it's going to be pretty chilly there, not among people who are giving me that warm, fuzzy feeling. Well enough for the poor me time, hope everyone else has a great weekend.

Boy did I screw up.

Good thing I kept things light, since I posted to Scrapbook Village Blog and not this one originially, now you"ll see what I'm talking about.

The Weekend
I'm finding my weekends to be exhausting. Sunday is here before I know it, I've gotten nothing done and spent loads of money. (Well, okay, maybe it's all not so bad.) I've got to figure out how to get my life in order, that in itself has always been a problem, while lines are our friends, I'm to lazy to lay them out and follow them through. However, stress from work,everyday life, Beth and Rachel and scrapbooking are beginning to take its toll. It might be time for me to stp back and take a breather. I'm angry about a lot of things, and unsure about what to do about a lot of things. Please I don't need any comments or concerns, as my mom says "this to shall pass".
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Such Friends I have

You guys make me feel warm all under. I know what you said is true, but it's nice to know someone else makes me aware of it. I love my girls so much and never want to see anything happen to them. I want to be able to kiss it and put a bandaid on it when it hurts. Kind of hard to do that when she's 800 miles away. I am probably the most fortunate woman in the world I have great kids and the best, and I do mean the best friends in the world. Those who stand not only behind you to give you a kick in the ass to make sure you take off, those who stand in front of you and watch out for you but most importantly those who stand next to me and just let me be. Thank you each and every one.

Hallelujah, I figured it out

Another reason I don't do things like this. It took forever to figure out how to post to the damn thing. Spolke to Beth twice tonight. First call she was very excited about the new "guy" in her life. I know him as "nutrition guy"(cute, huh.). She wanted to catch me up on him and how they met etc.... said they stayed up until 3:00 the other morning talking (right) and watching Boon Docks Saints (ech). That call ended on a happy note, then twenty minutes later she calls back in tears. Jerry the asshole old boyfriend who didn't want to be in a committed relationship but doesn't want her in one either literally cornered her at the pool in order to tell her his side of the story. Said he would never tell anyone to harm her, and that he didn't think that she was hurt that much, and wanted to make sure they were still friends. Anybody know somebody, whos knows somebody who knows somebody who can do a job? Well, she got through it, told him she wouldn't believe what he had to say and that a friendship was out of the quesiton. Very proud of herself, said she didn't cry in front of him and got away as soon as she could and headed towards her office. She only has about a week and a half left to be at the pool, and plans on quitting water polo so she won't have to be around him as his "friends". I've got a tough little girl, whose still very fragile.

Tried to do Reagans Group Therapy tonight, more like Group Nightmare for me. My layout is Supermom - I'm not, because if I was I'd be with my kid right now.

Welcome to blog world

Okay, welcome to the bloggers world. My friend(s), at least I call them that have convinced me that I should have my own blog. I'm not sure why when I'm so reluctant to keep a diary/journal for fear that I'll put something into it I might not want my kids to ever see or know about me. (Yes, Carol and Kim there are things even you don't know.) So I'll give this a shot, it will probably end up like everything else I start, best intentions but no follow through