Thunder Road

There was no extra money.
My car was not running.
Friends that I bought tickets for baled on me at the last minute.
But none of that matters.
Eileen and I went to Atlanta to see Bruce Springsteen,
Fueled by Granny's credit card
and Cadillac (God love her)
lots of coffee
and Born To Run up real loud on the stereo
"we rolled down the window and let the wind blow back our hair"
drove 5 hours there and back
missed an unpaid day of work
ate beans for a week
and it was worth every bit of it!
As long as there's rock
I'll keep rollin!
and it was worth every bit of it

The Best Part

: the best part of my day was a visit from Mariah
she brought the sun in with her.
I don't want to be one of those creepy empty nest whiney mothers,
but I miss her terribly.
We have these moments around the coffee pot that started when she was just past toddling.
I worked as a waitress at night,
She would get up before me,
sneak into my jeans to count my tips
then start the coffee.
She woke me up every day with a cup by my bed from the time she was tall enough to reach the pot till the day she moved out.
We would sit in our tshirts and frilly jammies , have a cup and plan our day. (hers was mostly milk and sugar the way she
drinks it till this day)
She has never been like a child to me
She is a best friend I made myself

Wishing you all someone you love to drink coffee with,

Marti

My Final Rant on This Subject

I am a teacher to my morrow.
I can teach a rock to read.
I have taught and loved special needs children for 25 years.
I was told recently that I didn't do my job by a resource teacher that I had met twice.
She's right.
I was teaching a group of Mild Learning Disabled children while holding a wheel chair bound non-verbal child in my arms who was having a seizure. My team leader burst in and was appalled that I could not immediately file a paper. I'm not flinging the seizing child to the floor to search the holy file cabinet.
I am not going to stay up till 2 AM doing paperwork. (although I recently filled out 5 pages explaining why I had not taught a blind child to distinguish a figure from the background of a picture)
When I started teaching, I had the children in my room all day long. I had them from first grade until they left elementary school. I went to their birthday parties. I was friends with their moms. My room felt like church. I couldn't wait to get to school each day.
Then somebody decided it made sense to take the children out of the special education room and "include" them. Kids who had never had behavior problems stated acting out because they were placed in regular classes with over burdened teachers who had no training in special education. Special education teachers became overpaid aides and paper pushers.
I did a good job.
I loved it.
I'm done.
I retire in December.
I'm counting the days.

Spring Break While Broke

My new to me car died.
I'll get it fixed soon.
Now I can stay home when I want to!
Luckily I have friends and family who love me enough to come get me from neighboring states
and rescue me when I'm ready to come home!
I spent a day with Judy, my SIL and her grand kids.
I was a dragon, a wild horse and a dinosaur!
I went to FL to visit dear Paula where I sat in the sun with Kelsey and Leah, talked through the evening with Paula and Dana.
I walked on the beach with the sun turning the water to diamonds.
I saw the Blue Angels against the sapphire sky.
Then my niece Katie came to get me.
My nephew Kelley and I played the drunk aunt and uncle in the middle of the day in the middle of the week.
I sat in the swing with a sleeping child in my lap and watched the leaves dance .
It's a good life.

Evelyn

Miss Evelyn
my great niece
Four years old
and the queen of the universe
came to play with me today
We made clover necklaces
Drank honeysuckle juice
Jumped on the trampoline
I did everything she did
except take a nap
Goodnight

Rest in Peace?

My husband and I generally get along great.
I am cheerful and he is kind and gentle, plus there is the deep suspicion that no one else could stand either one of us.
The one place we are irritable with each other is where we should be peaceful.
The bedroom.
He has bad dreams which cause him to FLING himself out of bed.
For some reason, instead of eliciting concern from me, it infuriates me.
"what the hell is wrong with you?" I roar."Get back in this bed right now!!"
(I have never spoken to anyone that way while in a waking state)
Then there is the menopause factor, which causes me to alternate yanking all the cover off him and rolling up like a burrito with piling all the blankets back on him.
Last night I woke up about 3 AM and was aimlessly channel flicking when he sat bolt upright in bed and shouted "What's that noise?"
After levitating off the bed, I told him I didnt hear anythingting
"That noise!'he insisted, pointing.
It was the mighty earsplitting sound of the remote control buttons I was pushing.
At that point, I felt it wise to go to the couch.
I was up for hours playing word games on the computer.
When I finally dozed off, he woke me up to tell me he loved me.
It's hard to maintain my feelings of indignation.

A Voice in the Wilderness

I got this from dailymotivation.com
really spoke to me!

LOVE WHAT YOU DO, OR DO SOMETHING ELSE

You'll never achieve real success
unless you like what you're doing.

No one has ever succeeded in a line
of endeavor which they did not like.


Your chances of success are directly proportional
to the degree of pleasure you derive from what you do.

If you're in a job you hate, face the fact squarely and get out.


It's better to be a failure in something you love,
than attempting to be a success in something you don't.


Don't set compensation as a goal.

Find the work you love, and the compensation will follow.


The more you love what you are doing,
the more successful it will be for you.