Well, it's back to school time. Don't 'cha just love it? New pencils, crayons, cell phones, fighting over what color their socks are, the little urchins. Oops, sorry got carried away. Already know that instead of the 8:45 we used to start with, Fat Pat has us in the class room at 8:15. Yes, that is our contractual beginning, but that 30 minutes allowed teachers to get ready for the day. Oh well, will learn to deal with it I'm sure. I agreed to do a scrapbooking club again this year, I figure it will be mini albums (paper bag books and cheap chip board) and such, more papercraft rather than the cherubs just sticking stickers on a page.
Beth's love of her life (that would be Armando) was here on a short leave and went to lunch with Rachel and I and BJ's. Talking marriage and how to surprise her with an engagement ring. Hasn't asked for approval yet but somehow I doubt that that will matter. He's finished with the Marines and will be out in March then going to school. He's already talking to Pixar Films, at least that's what he says he's doing. Wants to come back to Texas for school. Hopefully, that will get Beth back here too. Sure would like to have both my kids within driving distance.
Rachel begins another year at Hightower, both excited and apprehensive. She's afraid that what she accomplished last year was just a fluke and she got lucky. Tried to tell her that most of the really good teachers think that same thought at sometime in their career.
Well I've put off getting moving long enough. Everyone have a great one!