My SAPOTY (State Assistant Principal of the Year)

My B's interview at the NASSP Convention. *sigh* I think he's dreamy.

The Joy of Google

It has occurred to me how much more quickly arguments can be solved with the internet. I'm talking about the petty, often trivia-based marital arguments my husband and I find ourselves in on occasion. Do you know the kind?

B: "Time time time, see what's become of me, as I look around for my possibilities..."
K: "Ah, The Mamas and the Papas."
B: "Uh, Simon and Garfunkel sang this, honey."
K: "Uh-uh, it was The Mamas and the Papas. Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy--"
B: Laughing patronizingly, "This was Simon and Garfunkel!"
K: "SO Mamas and the Papas."
B: "Yeah, whatever." *cough's "Simonandgarfunkel"
Silence... Crickets...

Now, let's add Google into the mix, shall we?

B: "Time time time, see what's become of me, as I look around for my possibilities..."
K: "Ah, The Mamas and the Papas."
B: "Uh, Simon and Garfunkel sang this, honey."
K: "No way, it was the Mamas and the-- What are you doing?"
B: "There, look: 'A Hazy Shade of Winter" is a song written by Paul Simon and recorded by Simon & Garfunkel in 1966 for their 1968 album, Bookends (although it also appeared on their Live from New York City, 1967). It peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, making it the second most popular song on the album after "Mrs. Robinson," which earlier reached #1.'"
K: Slight blush. "Ohhh, yeah. Hm, I always thought it was The Mamas and the Papas. Oh well."
B: "You're so cute when you think you know stuff."
K: "I know how not to make your dinner."

B: "Right." *kiss

The Power To Choose

Happy St. Patty's Day, everyone! Does anybody else think of Far and Away on this holiday? Shannon!

*sigh*
Actually, I haven't been feeling too well and I'm exhausted, but I thought a post might do me some good before I make myself go to bed early. That's right, a purely selfish post.

Last night I had a dream. I won't go into details, but I was confronted with an unpleasant prospect. And I am SO non-confrontational. But because it was a dream, I was able to keep my head, pause and gather myself and a small posse of my best girlfriends. They only stood behind me, but then I was ready. I felt like a part of the SuperFriends (wow, am I dating myself?). I could take what was coming and remain in control of my fears, my doubts, my hopes, and my strengths. I wasn't alone. And I had power. Not evil laugh I'm-going-to-rule-the-world power, because really, who would want to do that? Yet? (evil laugh). But I had the power to choose how I reacted to this onslaught. And I chose to strengthen myself with the presence of those I trusted, those who knew me, those who had faith in me.
SO, how is my dream so different from the trials I face in real, non-sleepy time? Even if I am alone and confronted, do I not have the power to gather the strength of those who love me? Who know me and have faith in me, even if all I can muster is the knowledge of God's love for me?
Just because I am non-confrontational does not mean I am weak. Just because a person doesn't like something, doesn't mean they aren't blessed with the abilities to get the job done... well.
So there you go. And thanks, SuperFriends. I knew I could count on you.

He Did It Again

My husband is always on the go. Move move move! School meetings, church meetings, refereeing games, crowd control, school plays and concerts, the kids' performances and meets and matches and PT conferences, appointments, service, court, retreats, trainings...
And he's always pushed himself to be more.
And he got the job.
Congratulations, Mr. Jensen. You'll be an awesome Principal. Thanks, Cody High. Be good to him!

Surprise Celebratory Dinna!

What I've Been Doing

Hello, blog friends and followers. I know I've been a little neglectful lately, but things have been busy for me here at home and over at my author's blog!
The puppy training is going very well! Sure, we've had our accidents, our misreads, our poor timing, but all in all, Brodie is the greatest little puppy ever and seems to love us VERY MUCH. He loves training so much I have a hard time getting him to eat out of his bowl because he wants to practice tricks for his food. He is still nipping at the kids' hands, but we're working on that. Peanut butter on the knuckles is irresistible to lick and lick and lick. He loves to go outside, loved the snow while we had it, and rings his bell at the back door to let us know.

This is his bath. He tolerates this out of pure love for me. Not unlike my youngest child.

This is after his bath. See the curls? I think Braeden should show up at a dance with Brodie. Can you say, "Chick Magnet"?

All dry. Poofy.

Sit. Good puppy!

 

See this tongue? This tongue is the reason I have to wear long pants and socks. Licky licky licky my leggies.

He weighed 8 lbs at the vet and they said he was the best puppy they've had in months. I bet they say that to all the puppies. NOT.

In other, non-puppy related news, the kids are great, the teens are... teens, and my B is the greatest, and busy. I'm busy, too. I am being called at this very moment to rescue someone from a bath. SO, until next time, go check out how things are going with the writing and have a beautiful week!
"COMING!"